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Bed - Steffen Kern , 2024.

German , b. 1988 -

Color pencil on paper , 15 x 30 cm.

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The only way to stop communism is to give the workers control of the means of production.

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What we do is secret.

my coworker asked me "what kind of chronically online" I am and I didn't have the heart to tell him that I'm on tumblr

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Miriam Veil (2021)

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I5

The sun was high in the sky, having moved from the drivers' side to the passenger side over the course of three hours. Three hours into an eight hour drive. She'd fallen asleep twenty minutes into the drive and I was remembering all the times I'd driven this stretch. Times in a barely held together VW with vinyl seats, no AC and a broken fan. This was a much more comfortable ride, the oppressive heat outside kept at bay, dark windows muting the sun. As she shifted in her seat, her dress rode up and I started absentmindedly caressing her hip.

I should have let her sleep but the feel of her skin made me more insistent and my hand wandered back and forth from kneecap to hip, slowly trailing to the inside of her leg.

Not asleep, but barely awake, she shifted and parted her thighs, dress riding higher until dark blue panties came into view. At first, I teased, fingers drifting over her panties until her hips started anticipating, rising to meet them. I took the invitation and my fingers crept down her belly, under the hem of her panties. It started with me touching, but soon her hand wrapped around my forearm and held it close so she could fuck my fingers. The car filled with her noises and her scent and she shuddered and came, holding my hand still until she was done. It felt like every muscle in her body relaxed at once and she melted back into her seat.

She reacher her hand out, teasing me and promising to take care of me later. I shook my head and hit the turn signal, pulling to the shoulder. "Not later, now." She misunderstood and started leaning over me. But instead of letting her, I got out of the car, walked around to her side, and opened the door. She unzipped my pants and took me in her mouth as I stood in the open door, but that wasn't enough for me. I cupped her cheek with one hand and undid her seatbelt with the other, Pulling her out of the car, pressing her against it, and pulling up her dress.

It wasn't slow, it wasn't romantic, it was 3 in the afternoon on the side of a highway, and I filled her.

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Scanned from “Peep Focus,” an 80s Japanese voyeur magazine

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