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Best wishes on your special day.🎂

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See? One day before the deadline 😊

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The sound ultimate fantasy?!?

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Nerved again?!

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Nerving yourselves to a supreme sex?

Rub your minds on each other ,first .

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All you bottoms fantasizing about being finger fucked better appreciate the sore wrists of tops everywhere

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Still love doing this!! 😈

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“My lust was a snake gliding through dark canyons toward your body,”

— Delmira Agustini, from The Empty Chalices: Poems; “A Vision,” c. 1913 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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What she says is instructional .

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Do not.

Don’t just bite her ass on Friday...

Leave a welt

A bruise

Marks

Then in the days that follow forget about it.

It’s your mark. Own it. Appreciate your claim.

Take a few moments to ask her...

On Saturday... on Sunday... later in the week.

Ask her sweetly. Off hand... at the end of a chat

In the days following.

“O...by the way, have you touched it. The bite mark? Run your fingers over it? Enjoyed it?”

Or

“How’s the color? To your liking?”

Then wait. Watch...

The blush.

The eyes darting away.

The collected embarrassment of a stammered

... “gah...ok. Goodbye...” ...

The worth of a mark

Is not within the act of the making

Nor within the lasting of welting redness

Rather

The mark’s worth is found the remembrance

Of what was...

Of what will come...

Mark with intent.

Remind her.

Make her confess your mark’s worth to her.

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Crush - Cigarettes After Sex

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“Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.”

— Paulo Coelho (via naturaekos)

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“Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.”

— Unknown (via hplyrikz)

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“If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.”

— William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch (via books-n-quotes)

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Christian Coigny, Des espoirs, 2017