#3 Ways

[fullcravings]

Yeast-Raised Doughnuts - 3 Ways

[midnightfantasizing]

I think I'm meant for three ways because there's something about enjoying getting fucked hard that makes me want to suck dick so so bad, and there's something about getting really into sucking dick that makes me want to get railed so so bad

[wisdomfish]

There are three ways people try to manipulate God:

We try to reduce him to an experience. Eg. John 6:14-15 – feeding the 5,000. The people wanted to make Jesus king by force. People try to manipulate God for themselves.

We try to reduce God to the God of the philosophers – a theory or an abstraction. There is no complete philosophical proof of God in the Bible. Although it is possible for God to provide this, God chose not to do so. God's glory cannot be reduced. Our intellect on its own insufficient.

We try to reduce God to an instrument. All religion tends towards this, treating God as a means to an end, rather than the end in Himself, as God should be.

None of these ways to try to see God are true to how God is – hence they don't work and God remains hidden.

~ Andrew Fellows 

[wordsbyt]

The delivery ( chapter 1 )

His wife took the day off. They were having the appliances delivered, and someone needed to be home. It was easier for her. She had been at her job a long time and a day off was a good thing. She could relax.

Hopefully they could get there early so she could get a drink and a hot bath.

She needed both.

Time passed, and still a no show. She called her hubby, and he said be patient. She told him her plans and he said go ahead. Have the drink. Soak awhile. They should call first.

So she did.

A stiff drink, followed by a steamy soak. She had been somtense lately. The stress of the job, her 35th birthday, just everything was too much at times. She felt like she still looked good, but did she?

Really?

Relaxing, buzzed, and nearly asleep, the door bell rings. She wakes up, shakes off and throws on a robe. It is the fucking delivery guys. No call. WTF!

“We are here with the appliances ma’am”

She said” uhm, okay” “Come on in”

She opened the door, still dripping under what was too sheer of a robe to welcome two complete strangers. Young guys, about 20 each. Tall. And looked strong.

They looked back at her. Her nipples were poking thru the robe, and the wetness made it cling to her ass and legs. The color beige gave it a see thru affect. They noticed. For sure.

She felt conscience of the stares, but liked it. She had not been alone around young men in so long, and certainly not in this condition.

Cold, wet, excited.

They moved the stuff in, and she never bothered to dress. They small talked, one was obviously the leader. He was the more vocal, while the other just stared. At her ass mainly, but her titties busted thru also. He was getting a little excited too it seemed like.

She asked them if they could move a dresser while they where here. It was in the bedroom. Too heavy for her, she wanted it to face in another direction. She laid on the bed and asked them “ move it to the right”.

“It may be heavy, take that drawer out” she added.

When they did open that drawer, the two big rubber dildo’s she has stashed, fell out of their boxes.

“Oh shit” she laughes, and as she sat up, her whole pussy was showing from under the robe.

The two laughed and said “should we put these back in?”

She said “no, hand them here.”

They stood there while she opened up her robe the whole way. This was her fantasy, the one her husband talked about while she used the rubber dick to fuck hersef and sucked his cock. The one about two guys fucking her at once. Was it really happening?

She took the rubber dick and rubbed it up and down her pussy lips. The quiet one pulled his cock out. Long and clean. The boss pulled his cock out and he was hard already. A horse cock! 9 inches at least. He was stroking it and she asked “ you two got time to help mom with this? “ and shoved the rubber dick about 4 inches in her very wet pussy.

They nodded yes. And as they knelt on the bed, the key was turning in the back door.

Hubby’s home……

[hunnybeebutch]

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[wizard-laundry]

heeppy hoolida

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[ruushes]

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

plus:

[catmask]

when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people

the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to

[puppyeared]

made this while watching ep 1 of dunmeshi

[fullcravings]

Cookie Cake – 3 Ways

[midnightfantasizing]

I wish my friends were cooler about letting their possessive thoughts about me fuel them into punishing or pursuing harder instead of getting dejected.

I want to be able to throw a text into a groupchat full of all my friends who want me saying "I'll be waiting at home blindfolded, stuffed with a dildo, and on a vibrator. Whoever can get over here first can do whatever they want with me as long as they don't say who they are and lock the door behind them."

And then I can melt into pleasure until one of them arrives and starts using my mouth and my wet and ready pussy and I'm imagining all of them at once. Maybe those who weren't so quick end up beating on the door to let them in and I just moan louder so the victor can show off what they're doing to me. Or maybe they decide they don't like my attitude of forcing this competition and instead they all come over to teach me a lesson by fucking me until I'm raw.

[cronchy-baguette]

what do you know of loss?

no words for how much I adore these two characters and the ways their journeys parallel one another's... take this as part character study (what if they helped each other heal!) and part ship content (they were made for each other...) anyways. the shadowzel illness never stops

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

#old married couple [insp.]

[lopsidedspecs]

BG3 art dump⭐️