#Isle of Man

[isles-of-man]

“Fuck…” Oscar hissed, nodding his head as she held his cock deep in her mouth; the vibrations of her voice as she spoke against his flesh with questions he could hardly focus on when she looked so sinful on her knees. She was a mess, hair everywhere, he and his brother with their hands playing with her and both their cocks wet with her saliva. A string of her spit trailed from his own to her lips as she pulled back. He swore he fell in love with her then.

Oscar and Henry exchanged a knowing glance, their synchronized movements betraying years of unspoken communication. Oscar moved first, his powerful frame settling onto the couch as he beckoned to her."Come here," he commanded, voice low and gravelly. "On my lap, facing me." Henry circled behind the couch, his eyes never leaving Soren's flushed skin. "You'll take both of us," he stated matter-of-factly. "Just like you asked for."

Oscar hands gripping her waist. He positioned her above him, the heat of his cock pressing insistently against her inner thigh."That's it," Oscar murmured, drawing her down slowly until the tip of him breached her entrance. "So fucking wet for us already."He filled her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way. Her hands found purchase on his broad shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin.

Henry appeared behind her, hands caressing her back before sliding around to cup her breasts. "Patience," he whispered against her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive lobe. "We're going to ruin you for anyone else."

Oscar thrust upward suddenly, causing Soren to cry out. "Look at her," he said to his brother. "So fucking perfect taking my cock." Just then, Henry's fingers slid down her spine, circling the tight ring of muscle that awaited his attention. "Ready for more?" he asked, though it wasn't really a question.

"Say it," Henry demanded, one slick finger pressing insistently against her. Oscar stilled his movements, holding her firmly in place as Henry pressed forward. The initial breach made her gasp, the sensation of being stretched beyond what she thought possible overwhelming her senses.

"Breathe," Oscar instructed, his thumbs stroking her hips, gently assuring her she could take the both of them with a little paitence and ease as they both stretched her to limits."That's our good girl."

Henry inched forward with agonising restraint until they were both seated fully inside her. His lips pressed to her back as he stilled. “When you're ready for us, dear,” He murmured against her skin. He and his brother well practiced with a woman between them that they knew each other to work in unison.

She was ready to go to any lengths, to explore every possibility, just to continue drawing those exquisite sounds from him. The echoes of his sighs resonated deep within her, stirring a warmth in her core, while the softness of her thighs glistened with desire. Her hand slipped away from Henry, gliding over the warmth of her skin, as she pressed her palm against the heat radiating from her core. Ever the caretaker, she relished this moment, embracing the feeling of being cared for at last. As Henry gently caressed her hair and whispered sweet affirmations, a soothing wave of relief enveloped her, tender and surprising.

It blossomed within her heart, a gentle warmth that ascended slowly, reminiscent of dough slowly rising in the warmth of an oven. A tension she hadn’t known she was holding began to unravel, gradually, with each soft whisper, each tender caress. Soren nodded with Oscar's cock still stuffed deep in her mouth, lingering. She was becoming acquainted with every detail, the essence of it.

She smiled, both their hands in her hair, tumbling and messing her hair more than they already had. She probably looked strange, maybe a little deranged, but she giggled. A trail of saliva followed as she drew back, "I want," her voice broke slightly, raspy after having both of them depths of her throat. "I want you to fill me." She gradually lifted herself, her fingers gliding along Oscar's legs, exploring his sides, and she leaned into him, her arms gently encircling his form. "Save your cum for me. I want it, all of it, in me. Please?" she implored, her voice tinged with desperation, compelled to plead despite the relentless grip they held over her.

She slipped away from them finally, leaping towards the couch with the playful energy of a little bunny. "How do you want me?" She knelt down, presenting herself, her body open and inviting. They could do with her what she wanted, only a smidge bit nervous by the thought of a small line outside her store, impatiently knocking on the window with the words "always welcome" painted on the plane. Her most loyal customers were probably wondering what had happened to the shopkeeper. How were people supposed to donate old microwaves and get their hands on a button collection now?

[transport-methodology-101]

1975 Porsche: Do Our Racing Victories

Scare You?.

[beezabub]

Please consider reblogging for further reach! I might give an explanation. Maybe

[thebeautifulbook]

THE PHYNODDERREE, AND OTHER LEGENDS OF THE ISLE OF MAN by Edward Callow (London: Dean, [1882]). Illustrated by W.J. Watson.

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[goldenpinof]

thelodge_at_glenhelen: How cool it was to have a pair of Britain’s favourite celebrity YouTubers here at the Lodge this morning. The staff were starstruck 🤩 They loved the food and have promised to come again. @amazingphil @danielhowell @hol_macrae @kyle_r_porter

[earththings]

[blueiscoool]

1,000-Year-Old Viking Coins Deemed Treasure

Most of the coins were minted during the reign of England's first king.

A trove of 1,000-year-old Viking coins, unearthed on the Isle of Man, a British island territory located in the Irish sea, is officially treasure. Variously intact and fragmented, the coins had been discovered by John Crowe and David O’Hare while using metal detectors on the private land in May. The artifacts were later studied by the U.S.-based researcher Kristin Bornholdt Collins, an expert on Viking Age coins from the Isle of Man.

“This new hoard might be compared to a wallet containing all kinds of credit cards, notes, and coins, perhaps of different nationalities, such as when you prepare to travel overseas, and shows the variety of currencies available to an Irish Sea trader or inhabitants of Man in this period,” Bornholdt Collins said in a statement.

“Combined, the hoards provide a rare chance to study the contents side by side, right down to the detail of the dies used to strike the coins,” she added. “Having this much closely dated comparative material from separate finds is highly unusual.”

The coins, which date between between 1000 and 1065 C.E., are being described as a “a good size savings account,” according to Manx National Heritage curator of archaeology Alison Fox. The majority of the coins that were found were minted during the reign of Edward the Confessor (1042 to 1066 C.E.), one of the first kings to rule England, when the country was regularly invaded by Vikings. They relics also represent two earlier rulers: Edward’s father, Aethelred, and the Viking king Cnut.

The Isle of Man once boasted strong ties to Viking culture. During the 9th century, Norseman first came to this area in the Irish Sea where they fished, traded, and cultivated the land eventually settling there. The Island of Man which is located in the center of the British Islands, was also an important base for Vikings of this era.

The unique find—the second discovery of ancient coins made on the island this year—has now been declared treasure by the Isle of Man Deputy Coroner of Inquests.

“This is a wonderful find which helps further our understanding of the complex Viking Age economy in the Isle of Man, where more Viking Age silver has been discovered per square kilometer than in England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales,” Fox noted.

The coins will be displayed at the Manx Museum through 13 October where viewers will be able to see this piece of Viking history up close and personal.

By Anni Irish.

[dabid-motozalea]

Joey Dunlop sculpture at Bungalow Bend, TT Course, Isle of Man.

Joey Dunlop 1952-2000. "King of the Mountain" 26 times TT winner. This statue has been donated to the Isle of Man to honour Joey and to respect the connection between Ballymoney and the Isle of Man. (Unveiled in June 2002)

[drinksss]

when is jellycat going to make amuseable island nations

[midwestaesthetics]

Images from respectively rural Ireland, Scotland, Isle of Man, Wales, Cornwall and Brittany...

[transport-methodology-101]

1977 - Porsche 911S, Porsche Carrera Turbo, Porsche RSR Turbo.

[pagan-stitches]

Excerpts from Ronald Hutton’s Stations of the Sun on Folk Practices Concerning St. Brigid

Interspersed are photos of my own Brigid Dollies, beds, and crosses.

[catschimericalcreations]

Happy 2nd Birthday to Gef the Talking Mongoose, the Eighth Wonder of the World!

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[colorpicked-flags-from-one-guy]

have you done the isle of man flag yet ?

Nope! It looks cool as hell though

The isle of man flag picked from this one frame of Zuko!!

[gedditor]

How the light gets in