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The Forbidden Desire

There’s something to be said about the moment you realize that you’re crazy. About wanting to own, and be owned, by one person. I spend so many days wanting to send you to work covered in the marks of my love, while in turn feeling the burn of yours. You would walk as though your skin did not sting, that you were not bruised in so many intimate places. I could easily see myself using a blade to etch every memory of you into my skin, just to lick away the blood being born from my flesh. I want to wear a vial of your essence around my neck— a symbol of our love. Stories have told of bonds that should never be forged, of tying one’s soul to another. The consequences would be astronomical, and yet I find myself reaching and begging to know the rituals. I will hunt you from this life into the next. There will be no others before or after you.

Bring me to my knees in mercy as I beg for you, place yourself between my lips as I choke on all my lies of how much I do not need you. Brand me, claim me, fill me with every ounce of your need. I will be the vessels for all of your un wanted emotions, gladly walking barefoot across glass to sit at your feet. My chin placed between your hands as you place one singular kiss to my lips, sending me to the next plane. One smile and roles are reversed, my hand lightly across your neck, pressing you back into any surface. Mine. You are mine. I am yours. Both bleeding, broken, beaten souls. Claw me as you move in time with me. Control being traded between our two bodies. Biting my way to your pleasure sensors as I combine your heat with mine. Hands on my hips, pulsing inside of me as I ride you into oblivion.

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It had been a long day for Rey. Work was stressful and boring, with bosses constantly breathing down his neck. The day felt like it was carrying on for forever, with paperwork piling on top of paperwork, invoices going unanswered and a million phone calls that needed to be answered. All Rey knew was that his wife, Quinn, was stopping by with lunch.

It was something he had been looking forward to all day. To him, she was a vision, someone that Aphrodite must have blessed with eternal beauty and grace. He watched as her car pulled up and stopped in front of him. Surprise crossed his face as he looked at Quinn’s outfit, a short, black school-girl style skirt and a low cut purple crop top. He could tell she had no bra on because her nipples were always so perky and asking to be played with.

Rey climbed into the passenger seat and Quinn handed him his lunch. She had stacked bento boxes on top of each other and inside each one was another treat for Rey. The first had fried rice with vegetables, followed by the next which was filled with grilled teriyaki chicken, the next had fruits all cut into various shapes: stars, moons, and hearts. Included was a thermos of tea for him to take back after lunch. He grabbed his food from her waiting hands as she found a place to park. Quinn unbuckled her seatbelt and causally plucked a piece of fruit out of the lunch box and popped it into her mouth. Rey began to eat the lunch she made and was pleased by the flavor and seasonings on the meat and in the rice. The fruit had been drizzled in honey, making it all the more sweet. Rey was so hungry that the car was silent as he scarfed down his meal.

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Wait.... At what point was I sane?

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Reblog if you think a boy can wear a dress

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my grandma has a knitting club called “stitch n’ bitch” and she is convinced that she will be famous on tumblr for it

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there is no one expecting dick to taste good though. i’ve never ever once met a cis dude paranoid about his genitals tasting weird or salty or sweaty or whatever. but of course pussy has to taste like fruit and whatever. OF COURSE. 

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Aries relish in becoming somebody’s ‘best friend’. There is no bigger compliment you could dispense to an Arian than regarding them as the most special person you know

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My Funny Pictures #NewPost [7]

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The more adventuring a knight does, the more banged up his armor gets. So if you get rescued by a knight in shining armor, you probably got rescued by a really shitty knight.

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I like a nice butt

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My Funny Pictures #NewPost [1]

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He may have been the light in her time of darkness, but she was the fire that lit his soul.

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“I think the concept of virginity was created by men who thought their penises were so important it changes who a woman is.”

Unknown (via dishevelment)

The most perfect conclusion about how “virginity” came to be I’ve ever encountered.

(via feministlikeme)

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That was an excellent come back and I applaud your efforts. I say this, why would it matter if they're the same person? Both pages provide ample information and advice that help people who want to know more about bdsm, isn't that good enough?

I bet you and your "little" are the same person.

I bet you were at the top of your class.

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I've read this before, but I had to reblog because it's such a fantastic story

Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn’t kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed...