I’m tired of getting fucked in ways that don’t end in an orgasm.

—arixsafari (via arixsafari)

(via raychillster)

I caved in.
Only because the price is right and it got great reviews. So I’m looking at it just as a toy. I’m about to try it out, I’ll let you know how it goes.

I caved in.

Only because the price is right and it got great reviews. So I’m looking at it just as a toy. I’m about to try it out, I’ll let you know how it goes.

Compromise? What is compromising? Compromise for what? Compromising for what reason? To compromise for what? To compromise? What is compromise?


[laughs] Stupid.
A man comes into my life and I have to compromise? You must think about that one again. For what? For what? For what? 

But falling in love for the right reason, falling in love for the right purpose. Falling in love. Falling in love. When you fall in love, what is there to compromise about?”

– Eartha in her own words from the 1982 documentary “All by Myself: The Eartha Kitt Story”
THIS. THIS. THIS.

HOW TO DATE ME by Natalie Dormer

(Source: xenobotanist, via xenobotanist)

cleopctra:

"For the love of God, man! Do I have my divorce?"

"…..And she caught me in her arms long and small
There with all sweetly did we kiss
And softly said, “Dear Heart, how like you this?”
It was no dream. I lay broad waking
But all is turned through my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking
And I have leave to go of her goodness
But since that I so kindly am served
I’d like to know what she has deserved”

Anne Boleyn in every scene ever

two naked bodies entwined, hot and sweaty and plastered together, skin to skin, soft curves to strong angles, the peaks of her breasts teasing against his chest and his leg sliding between hers, nudging, pressing as he rolls her underneath him, his lips sucking on her pulse point, careful not to leave a mark yet with just the right amount of suction, of teeth and the play of his tongue to drive her wild, make her hips rise high into his, her body a long fluid line of want, and he folds her fingers within his, hands coiled together and resting next to her head while he presses between her legs, her thighs opening wide to welcome him, his length thick and hard as he slowly, finally, finally slides inside her, filling her deep, a shudder running through her with every hard, exultant thrust; his body hard on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, grounding her to the moment, to him, their lips sliding together sloppily, more breath than kiss and yet they can’t not kiss, lips and tongue and shared heat until her fingers clench around his in rhythm with her muscles, the coil within her unraveling around him, caressing him with the quaking sensations that jolt and shiver through her, take him with her as she whitens out with pleasure and he collapses on top of her, heavy and spent and entirely pleasant, his face nudged into the cove of her neck and her fingers coiled around the strands of his hair at the back of his neck as she holds him close, holds him safe, always, always

two naked bodies entwined, hot and sweaty and plastered together, skin to skin, soft curves to strong angles, the peaks of her breasts teasing against his chest and his leg sliding between hers, nudging, pressing as he rolls her underneath him, his lips sucking on her pulse point, careful not to leave a mark yet with just the right amount of suction, of teeth and the play of his tongue to drive her wild, make her hips rise high into his, her body a long fluid line of want, and he folds her fingers within his, hands coiled together and resting next to her head while he presses between her legs, her thighs opening wide to welcome him, his length thick and hard as he slowly, finally, finally slides inside her, filling her deep, a shudder running through her with every hard, exultant thrust; his body hard on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, grounding her to the moment, to him, their lips sliding together sloppily, more breath than kiss and yet they can’t not kiss, lips and tongue and shared heat until her fingers clench around his in rhythm with her muscles, the coil within her unraveling around him, caressing him with the quaking sensations that jolt and shiver through her, take him with her as she whitens out with pleasure and he collapses on top of her, heavy and spent and entirely pleasant, his face nudged into the cove of her neck and her fingers coiled around the strands of his hair at the back of his neck as she holds him close, holds him safe, always, always

(Source: pics-n-fics)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY