#mouffles

[seanconneraille]

tout va bien sur twitter

[lesserknownwaifus]

miss mouffle from kiff

[leisidra]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Maje Mouffle Wool Cable Knit Chunky Black Long Cardigan.

[gaykarstaagforever]

People used to eat moose nose / lips. It was called moose muffle or mouffle. Apparently it is weird and gross.

Warning: pics of someone preparing it back in 2011.

[perkypics]

a tiny pussyhat and mittens for a 3 months kid

[sky60038]

Bernie à Ohey par Olivier Boyer Via Flickr : Ohey_Bernie_Sanders_07b

[wombathos]

idk what it is about the idea of martha working through all of her doctor-related hang-ups by using clara as an outlet that appeals to me, except that i’m always on the lookout for ambiguously unhealthy femslash and, hey, it’s right there

[pierre3215]

FR544

A gagner pour quizz de l’événement “Un ticket pour noël” proposé par les fansites habbsilver et habbgames sur Habbo.fr

noël 2014

[leschouettesmots]

« Tandis que les dieux en étaient réduits à manger le cuir de leurs mocassins et de leurs mouffles, les chiens dévoraient les harnais dont on les avait déchargés, et jusqu'à la lanière des fouets. Puis les chiens se mangèrent les uns les autres et les dieux, à leur tour, mangèrent les chiens. Les plus débiles et les moins beaux étaient mangés les premiers. Ceux qui survivaient regardaient et comprenaient. Quelques-uns parmi les plus hardis, croyant faire preuve de sagesse, abandonnèrent les feux des dieux et s'enfuirent dans les forêts. Il y succombèrent de faim ou furent dévorés par les loups. »

Jack London - Croc-Blanc

[throwzthemaway]

I had the hottest dream.

I dreamt there was a room on the main square, the from the outside looked like some sort of structure plastered with advertising. But there was a hidden door, and inside you could see that the walls are actually one-way glass. We could see outside, but not inside. And the light was dimmed due to the perforated advertising plastered outside. Inside was just a normal bed with white bedsheets. And a man. The scruffy kind with smoldering looks. He had short black hair that swooped backwards. His lips were delicious, and his voice even more so. I dont remember if this was planned, if we met before and agreed to meet here, or if he was just there, waiting for someone to come. I was suprised at the state of this room and the walls, so he reassured me noone can see inside. After a short chit chat he closed the distance between us and said something to the effect of "We both know why we're here, so are we just going to chat?". And he brushed the hair from my neck and started kissing down my neck. We were naked. I don't know when it happened or if we maybe always were. My chest was pressing against the glass, that's how I knew. It was a smooth matte surface and cold against my skin, but not uncomfortably. And his body was behind me, suprisingly soft and with a warmth that turned mw on so much more. Men's bodies always feel like furnaces when pressed agains mine. His stubbled scrapped gently agains my left cheek as he peppered kisses down the side of my neck, towards my shoulders. He was telling me something, gently, maybe a question, i think just rumbles of enjoyment. I cpuldn't concentrate from the way his right hand felt against my stomach. How it indented it and sank into it, but didn't feel uncomfortable, he held it there just firmly enough for me to feel his strenght, but his palm felt gentle and playful, moving in to embrace me and fondle me. His left hand started snaking up my left thight. He asked me something. I dont know if it was because this was a dream or because his touch mouffled my other senses, but I could barely understand what it was. Something like "can i? do you want?". I could just moan into his kiss. God I wanted him. I felt so turned on. I wanted every part of him. And once his left palm reached its destination, I wanted to give him everything of mine as well. I'm not sure if he rubbed me or fingered me, but I could only float on the waves of pleasure as he held my sex. I pressed against him, my as against his. He still held my stomach with his other hand. The kisses stopped, I could only hear his heavy breaths against my back that matched my own. And there, between the glass wall, looking but barely percieving the outside world, the busy square and the mass of people walking just pass us unknowingly, and his hot body, I melted completely. It felt so vojeuristic. I didn't know I would enjoy it. But I think it was more about him and thw outside world was purely incidental. As my mind cooled down, I could feel his hands slide up towards my chest. His movements no longer smooth, but somewhat erratic, almost shakey, his whole body tensing and trying to relax against my back, his hands almost looking for somewhere to grab, his lips for somewhere to be, but he's not to sure where and what to do there. I turned around to kiss him as his hands played with my nipples. The way his palms would randomly squeeze my soft flesh almost a bit to hard, like they contracted involuntarily turned me on so much. I slipped my tounge into his mouth and his moans were mouffled when I gently scrapped against the roof of his mouth. I held my self against the glass with one hand, and burried my other into his hair, gently tugging sometimes. He's mine, completely mine. His cool demeanor from the beginning completely gone, just shuddering and moaning against me, his sex fumbling against mine when a touch of mine made him buck. And then I woke up.

[leisidra]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Maje Mouffle Wool Cable Knit Chunky Black Long Cardigan.

[homelaine]

manque le pouce ! mes premières mouffles aux aiguilles doubles pointes et laine #fonty modèle #mikasmittens #mittens #knittmittens #knittersofravelry #moufles #mouflestricotées #tricotémain https://www.instagram.com/p/B6F0tWTI_ge/?igshid=lnr3x4kaagwl

[sky60038]

Bernie à Ohey par Olivier Boyer Via Flickr : Ohey_Bernie_Sanders_06b

[capitanogiorgio]

Je prépare le Hamon Apéro de demain avec ma cape nounours qui a des mouffles. L'expérience est belle.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Tell me some facts about shrews.

"The name "shrew" is derived from the Old English word schrofe meaning "little frog", a name given to them in the 12th and 13th century from the French mouffles (moufles in the sense of "water frog" or from the Latin rana meaning "frog"). They are also called little ferrets, little marsupials, and other names."

[lalignedujour]

A l'aller, un homme immense est monté dans le taxi. Sa grosse nuque dépassait par-dessus son appui-tête. Il a déployé son bras gauche pour pouvoir respirer. Sa grosse main empoignait l'appui-tête du chauffeur comme un petit fruit - mettons un abricot. Il touchait sa propre portière sur tout le flanc, et à la fois il entravait les mouvements du levier de vitesse.

La journée n'était pas grise. Plutôt blanche (avec c'est vrai quelques volutes de noir en aquarelle sur le côté). Je n'arrivais pas à me réjouir d'avoir enfin du temps libre.

Sur le retour, un enfant en mouffles jouait à saute-mouton sur les potelets de la rue comme s'il n'y aurait pas de printemps.