that simple warm soft afternoon in june
muted light streaming
the pace of the city fading
you caressed my face
as i succumbed
silken white sheets
coolly scented with your cologne
as i breathed you
wrists gently bound
raining down upon me
my body trembled
as i surrendered to
~ beautflstranger 2013
ღSteve RogersDoesn’t matter what the press says. Doesn’t matter what the politicians or the mobs say. Doesn’t matter if the whole country decides that something wrong is something right. This nation was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world—“No, you move.”
[YES THAT IS ORIHIME AND ULQUIORRA]
I am really greatful that he said thank you.
I want to apologize, to him and M.K.
I really didn’t want to be a dick.
She’d cursed the day she’d wore pantyhose. She knew it would be trouble squeezing in the work fuck without being caught.
But where there’s a ravenous libido, there’s a way.
She suddenly loved that she didn’t have to worry about trails of cum snaking down her thighs at the wrong moment. Also when she had a private moment, it would be easier to dip in and catch a finger full of his seed to smear onto her lips, and paint over with her lipstick.
Her clit would have an extra tingle all the work day long.
Conducting business for a lingerie company definitely had its percs…