#cailles

[kris33390]

Cailles rôties farcies

11 octobre/humm Pour changer un peu des plats habituels voici une recette simple et délicieuse. Ingrédients 1 caille par personne Des saucisses de Toulouse Des champignons de paris gros Un haché d’ail et persil Préparation Farcir les cailles avec les saucisses sans la peau. Les faire mijoter dans un faitout avec un peu d’huile de tournesol assez longtemps à feu très doux en les retournant de…

[littlefreya]

Henry Cavill at the Argylle world premiere

[tamurakafkaposts]

Miss.Tic (born Radhia Novat; 20 February 1956 – 22 May 2022) was a French artist. She was known for her stencils of dark-haired women seen in the streets of Paris and associated with poetry. She was active as a street artist from 1985 onward.

[arutai]

Florence Loiret Caille by Rudy Waks

[ashbrat488]

Foul Play - Chapter 15

TRIGGER WARNING - Explicit S/A**

December 2022

"Milly..."

Millicent sighed, her steps remaining steady as she continued her walk through the mostly empty college halls. The sound of Henry's voice echoed behind her, and she fought the urge to quicken her pace. He caught up to her, gently grabbing her arm to turn her towards him. "Henry, please, leave me alone."

He stumbled over his words, a nervous hand running through his hair. "I... I wanted to show you my grades for the first term." He extended his phone toward her, attempting a small smile amidst his evident nervousness.

"I'm really proud of you, Henry. Really," she replied, her smile softening her words, as she handed his phone back, and he slid it into his pocket.

An awkward silence settled between them, the tension palpable. "Thanks. Couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course, you could have," she sighed, shaking her head. She started to walk away, hearing his footsteps following. "You're a smart guy, Henry. You're just lazy."

His chuckle matched his steps as they walked out of the building. "Can I take you out to dinner? As a thank you?"

Millicent groaned, pausing to face him again as he stopped in front of her. "I can't. I have plans. We can't keep being friends. I'm sorry."

With a touch of frustration, he blurted out, "I'm in love with you, Millicent." His hand found hers, gripping it gently before she pulled away.

She halted, her head bowed, taking a moment to collect herself before turning back around. When she met his gaze, his eyes reflected a mixture of frustration and hurt. They lingered in this silence, each grappling with their emotions, before they both turned away from each other, continuing their paths in opposite directions.

***

Millicent entered Ben's apartment with a touch of nervousness, met by his welcoming smile as he helped her remove her coat and hang it on the hook. "My dad had a date tonight too, apparently. Told me he might not come home tonight, so I didn't bother telling him where I was going..."

Ben chuckled, gently taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen counter, where he had prepared pasta for their dinner. "Do you want some wine? Perhaps it will help calm your nerves?"

She chuckled nervously, nodding as she took a seat on one of the stools, enjoying a tender kiss from Ben. "Thanks. I don't know why I'm so nervous..."

"Don't worry about it," he assured her, sliding a glass of wine her way. He observed with a smile as she quickly drained it and wordlessly slid the glass back for a refill. "As you wish." He poured her another glass and took a seat beside her. "I hope you like the pasta. It's really the only thing I know how to make..."

Millicent grinned, feeling increasingly at ease as the conversation flowed. "It's perfect."

Once they finished their meal, Ben offered her another glass of wine, which she politely declined, realizing she had already consumed an entire bottle during dinner. "You're still nervous?" he asked, sensing her tension.

She nodded, and he led her to his bedroom, closing the door softly behind them. "Yes," she breathed, her words barely out before he pressed his lips to hers. She allowed him to draw her closer, her arms wrapping around him. A soft breeze rustled through the slightly opened window, sending a shiver across her skin.

"Take your clothes off," his whisper brushed against her ear, igniting a blend of excitement and apprehension within her.

Nervously, she obeyed, kicking off her shoes, then removing her shirt. With a bit of hesitation but driven by a mixture of curiosity and attraction, she shed her clothing until she stood before him fully naked.

"Sit on the bed," he instructed, his own clothing reduced to just his underwear. "I have an idea to help ease your nerves... what if I blindfold you? Then you can just focus on me."

Her cheeks warmed at his proposition, feeling a blend of vulnerability and intrigue. Taking a deep breath, she nodded slowly, her heartbeat resonating in her chest. "Okay..." Millicent hesitantly let Ben apply a blindfold around her eyes as she sat on the edge of his bed. She swallowed hard, her head a little fuzzy from the wine they had consumed at dinner. "I don't know about this..."

"Don't you trust me?"

His voice was calm and sure. And he had yet to give her a reason to not trust him up until then, so she nodded with a small smile. "Of course. I'm sorry." She heard him shuffling around the room and the door opened and shut before she felt him standing in front of her once more.

"Open your mouth, love."

She opened her mouth as Ben rested a small piece of chocolate on her tongue. She smiled, eating it happily as she heard him chuckle.

"You're so gorgeous, you know that? I love your red hair."

"Thank you," she responded with a blush as she felt him run his fingers along her arms.

"I'll be right back. Builds anticipation..."

She swallowed hard, nodding, agreeing with his assessment. She was already nervous, and apprehensive. She didn't want to play his game, but she also didn't want to seem prudish. She was highly aware of being naked as she sat silently, alone in the room. She started to feel sleepy, shaking her head slightly as she heard the door open again. "Ben?"

"Shhh." Was all she heard as she felt him lift her hands to tie something around them, binding them together. She felt him push her back onto the bed, laying her on her stomach with her hands above her head, tying them to the headboard.

"I don't know about this... Maybe we..." her eyelids fluttered, becoming heavy before her adrenaline kicked in, snapping them back open. She suddenly felt unsafe, opening her mouth to say something as she felt something over her mouth. She mumbled into it as she heard him laugh to her side and the end of the bed dipped behind her.

"Don't worry, love. We'll take good care of you..."

"We?" She screamed, muffled by the tie around her mouth as she felt someone grab her hips, lifting them as she felt someone plunge their cock into her. She screamed, pulling on the ties, tears streaming down her cheeks as a hand went around her throat.

"Stop fucking whinging like a pig," came from Kyle's unmistakable voice behind her as she began to sob.

Ben grabbed her hair and pulled, hitting her across the face with his hand. "You asked to be tied up," he spits as she choked, trying to scream through the gag. Her cries fell silent as Kyle shoved his cock inside her and her body shook uncontrollably, jerking back against the binds. She cried, unable to breathe, feeling helpless as she tried to make sense of what was happening. "When he's done, it's my turn..."

Suddenly she felt the hand around her throat tighten. "Shut the fuck up," Kyle's voice came low, furious. She felt a sharp pain shoot down her neck and immediately quieted. He removed his hand, leaving her gasping for air through the gag.

She fought to stay awake as Kyle relentlessly pounded into her over and over again. Her head hung down between her shoulders, her sobs becoming quieter. She was fighting to stay conscious as her vision became hazy, blurry. The darkness closing in around her, forcing her to black out.

As soon as she blacked out, she couldn't tell which one of them took over. Every time she began to come too, all she heard was grunting, moaning, heavy breathing, cursing... It seemed like hours. Kyle and Ben took turns... at least she thought it was only them, using her.

***

Millicent woke slowly, sunlight burning her lids as she shivered. Her entire body was sore and she felt sick as she began to recall the previous night, tears silently streaking her cheeks. She finally realized she was laying on cold concrete, opening her eyes to find herself on the ground in front of her house. She was naked with her coat thrown on her. Her purse was tossed haphazardly beside her as she grabbed it, dragging herself to her feet. She didn't know what time it was, but she needed to get inside before her father saw her.

She got inside, locking the door behind her as she collapsed onto her bed, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself. She called Henry, surprised when he answered. She whimpered as he began to talk before she could.

"What, Milly? It's 6 am on a Sunday. What could possibly be so important that yo--" He stopped immediately when he heard her sobbing on the other line. "What is it? Where are you?" He was already out of bed and pulling on his pants when she finally responded.

"At home... come through my window?"

"I'll be right there."

Chapter 16

[oui-bo]

Florence Loiret Caille with Vincent Gallo - Claire Denis @IMDb

[fidjiefidjie]

“Le froid, c'est pire que la douleur, c'est être malade sans blessure à soigner.” ❄️

Madeleine Gagnon-Mahony

Gif de Sonnette

[kingarthurcurry]

The women of Aquaman 🔱 ♀

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Baby quail

[caillepolaris]

Oh by the way besides cosplay I also Crochet! Here's some recently completed projects, and one day I'll remember to take video while actually working on things 😜

Also! These are based on Ice Cream flavors and I'm working to get more yarn colors for more!

[genevieveetguy]

Amarres, Valentine Caille (2022)

[memorabilia-memoria]

D'un côté/de l'autre

Paris 13, novembre 2023

[mycloudymind]

{RECAPS} Women at War

EP 1: It’s 1914, Saint Paulin in the Vosges, a mountain range on the edge of France next to Germany. This area is full of turmoil as the war with Germany is in full swing. They’ve already invaded several parts of France, and if Saint Paulin falls, it’ll be easy for Germany to take Paris. We’ll be following the lives of four women in Saint Paulin. Two of these women enter the city on the same…

[dagonet]

Visitors + anti-anxiety hugs

[vintagewarhol]

[addingamogustoart]

Family Scene by Leon Emile Caille