#LOVE AND SEX

[texaschainsawmascara]

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think that's supposed to mean a woman pulling a severed head out of her ass."

Love & Sex (2000)

[lady-embers]

Another point about Azriel’s “freakiness” - I think that a part of his sexual journey with Gwyn will be getting her enjoying her sexuality again and getting freaky AND getting him to emotionally connect during sex. He knows how to fuck but not how to make love - and they can teach both to each other.

100% and honestly it would not surprise me if we see one, or both of them, getting so emotional they start crying afterwards. Because sex can be a great emotional release, especially with a person you truly and deeply care for ❤

Gwyn I could see breaking down after their first intimate encounter because she finally felt safe to let go and experience sex again with Azriel, and she knows she will always be safe in his arms, no matter what they do. 🥰

Azriel I could see breaking down after they make love for the first time due to the emotional turmoil he's been in and knowing he's with someone who loves ALL of him and who he loves deeply 💕

[antowilly]

Te lo como tó!

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Queridos amigos, habéis demostrado que cuando se trata de seducir no tenéis rival. Sabéis escoger el ambiente perfecto para que afloren en vuestros cuerpos serranos desde los instintos más primarios hasta las más sofisticadas formas de amor. Hemos elaborado una lista capaz de derretir los polos, de hacer sudar al más impertérrito de los ascetas, de llenar de lujuria las almas más retraídas; una lista que hará que vuestros chorvos/as se muerdan el labio de abajo al miraros y la ropa interior se caiga al suelo como fruta madura.

Disfrutadla

[naughtyjudith]

[bastardosworld]

[alittlequotecollector]

“Your damn mouth,” he murmured, “is the most obscenely lovely thing I’ve ever had the burden of seeing.” - Ali Hazelwood, Not in Love

[moonmerkee]

[texaschainsawmascara]

Love & Sex (2000)

[haggishlyhagging]

Sex as we know it under male supremacy is the eroticised power difference of heterosexuality. As a political system heterosexuality functions more perfectly than oppressive systems such as apartheid or capitalism. In heterosexuality what we have been accustomed to see as the wellsprings of our pleasure and happiness, love and sex, are finely tuned to depend on the maintenance of our oppression. As a result, a world of freedom beyond heterosexuality cannot be envisaged because it appears to require the abandonment of 'love' and 'sex'.

-Sheila Jeffreys, Anticlimax

[lockmad]

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Lucy and Lockwood

[ivannababypanda]

My dad drinks only whiskey

Green, I remember, was the colour he held in his hand when I hovered around the gambling table, not understanding what the teenagers were being so excited about. I snuck next to my mum, red on her face, as I watched my father passed the green liquid to her.

Gold, I remember, was the colour I held in my hand as I poured the sweet Southern comfort into a coffee cup, because we were young and broke, and we spent our last pennies on whiskeys and goons, goons we didn't even drink. We then started drinking whiskeys from bottles because there wasn't a difference if we finished the bottle before finals ended.

Bitter, I remember, was how it felt, when sweet whiskeys became too sweet, and we tried bourbons and scotches, and we winced a little bit as we drank, glasses after glasses, because we didn't know beer was the acceptable social standards, and beer tasted like bitter sparkling water and they didn't burn like whiskey did.

Pain was when I couldn't move, couldn't stand, couldn't breathe, when my stomach burned because 20 drinks were too much for my body to handle, in 2 hours. But we did it again and again and again, because their accents were unfamiliar, their heights intimidating

Confused, I remember, as I woke up in his bed, listening to fights and screams of her sweet nineteen voice and his husky twenty voice, and with a crying eighteen month old. I shook him awake and asked if we should call the police, yet he pulled me under the covers and said let them be, then he fucked me while I cried for the baby. The poor baby. His arms kept me in place, while I said please, take care of the baby.

Curious, I remember, was how he felt as he undressed me with hands from Inverness, embracing me fully with only one arm, while he drank Glayva from the other, as I reached across and mixed a Sidecar, and downed Mead without flinching. Anymore.

Here I am.

Whiskeys after whiskeys.

Maybe they are just another type of liquor. But God, she has been with me through and through, and her drunkenness, is just as much as me, as I do.

[bastardosworld]

[brewedmewithcoffee]

You know what makes me high?

With every stroke you moan my name.

[devilous-ov-noir]

Stab your demoniac smile to my brain, Soak me in cognac, love and cocaine.

— Aleister Crowley

[texaschainsawmascara]

Love & Sex (2000)