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Erotica Done Right 18+!!!
Anonymous
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My friend on minds.com made that image, .. and he didn't mind me stealing it, .. we're both creators
(BΞDTIMΞ STØⱤIΞS)
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Yeah
all alone
in my zeitgeist
waiting for
the sun rise
the drugs are
kicking in
was so sad
earlier
my youngest
daughters
birthday
and it occurred
to me
It’s been years
since I read her
bedtime stories
and I realized
that maybe
it’s time
that chapters over
and that maybe
girlfriend
it’s time
of us to write
our own
fucking
love stories
Yeah
(waist deep - draft)+
ĐłⱤɆ ⱠɆ₲łØ₦
@direlegion © 5/8/20
Anonymous
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Puddling Up
This morning, I caught myself
fantasizing about being a poet.
My imagination, lead me
to believe it was true.
Stealing bits of my mind,
my thoughts making me believe
It was real ,
Erotica was my vice.
Whatever I desire I
could live, by spilling
ink, on fine paper.
Colors would change,
according to my mood.
Deeper
I went into the sights,
sounds, and flavor
of the ink.
Cognitive, tactile, emotional,
it bent me into shapes,
I began to rely on
Women, men were
equally, delicious.
I could live my life, on a hot
plate of desire.
Realism was pulling
on nipples, sucking here,
licking there.
Penetration was
an exceptional
treat with toys,
whatever I wanted.
I holed up in my loft,
needing more ink poured
over me.
I no longer needed
fine paper.
It ran down my thighs,
between my breasts.
Coating my box with
its heat
I began to delve further,
into sweet perversion,
with clips ropes, ties,
and clamps.
Deeper still, I crept
into the art
of Japanese knots.
Wrapping, twisting corded
jute, to redden my skin.
Suspended, I would hang
as circulation began
to tingle
Between my lips,
the knots
felt good and wet.
How far would I go?
Should I go?
to reach satisfaction?
Wave after wave I
conquered, more juice
flowed freely
Dripping, squirting, puddling up.
Endless possibilities
before me.
Only, was this real,
or still my fantasy
This morning, I caught myself
fantasizing about being a poet.
My imagination, lead me
to believe it was true.
Stealing bits of my mind,
my thoughts making me believe
It was real ,
Erotica was my vice.
Whatever I desire I
could live, by spilling
ink, on fine paper.
Colors would change,
according to my mood.
Deeper
I went into the sights,
sounds, and flavor
of the ink.
Cognitive, tactile, emotional,
it bent me into shapes,
I began to rely on
Women, men were
equally, delicious.
I could live my life, on a hot
plate of desire.
Realism was pulling
on nipples, sucking here,
licking there.
Penetration was
an exceptional
treat with toys,
whatever I wanted.
I holed up in my loft,
needing more ink poured
over me.
I no longer needed
fine paper.
It ran down my thighs,
between my breasts.
Coating my box with
its heat
I began to delve further,
into sweet perversion,
with clips ropes, ties,
and clamps.
Deeper still, I crept
into the art
of Japanese knots.
Wrapping, twisting corded
jute, to redden my skin.
Suspended, I would hang
as circulation began
to tingle
Between my lips,
the knots
felt good and wet.
How far would I go?
Should I go?
to reach satisfaction?
Wave after wave I
conquered, more juice
flowed freely
Dripping, squirting, puddling up.
Endless possibilities
before me.
Only, was this real,
or still my fantasy
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Anonymous said:<< post removed >>
(alcohol is my least favorite drug) .. heroin & meth come in second
but weed, .. molly , .. dmt, .. acid, .. and I'm all in
did you hear this song yet?
Machine Gun Kelly - Glass House
https://youtu.be/RRcXtqamWWM?list=RDRRcXtqamWWM
(alcohol is my least favorite drug) .. heroin & meth come in second
but weed, .. molly , .. dmt, .. acid, .. and I'm all in
did you hear this song yet?
Machine Gun Kelly - Glass House
https://youtu.be/RRcXtqamWWM?list=RDRRcXtqamWWM
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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Anonymous
Anonymous said:<< post removed >>
I get all wasted on alcohol every year or to just to remind myself, .. last time I blacked out, .. took a piss on the living room floor in front of my youngest daughter, .. both my parents were alcoholics, .. well, ..mom still is, .. and dad was fucking Irish, .. so it was kinda his birthright to be so fucked up, .. I didn't fall far from the tree
my Indonesian daughter, .. Ederra, .. I called her Unda, ..it means beautiful, .. made her when I was 17, ..
Show Me
show me
how you please
yourself when i’m away
where do your fingers go
do they stay on the surface circling
floating like a feather on a mountain stream
do they penetrate violently into the folds
of your cave ramming pushing until
they can go in no further
do they wander in just knuckle deep
to that sweet spot where it feels like
you have to pee and cum at the same time
tell me where
your mind goes
when i’m away
do you fantasize it is my finger
bringing you unbearably close
then backing off causing you to
thrust your hips
following the retreating digit
lewdly begging for more
do you bring yourself to the brink and back
knowing the more peaks and valleys
you can endure for me
the more encompassing will be the bliss
the louder will be your cries
the more intense will be the explosion
when you finally go over the edge
show me how you please
yourself when
i’m away
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
show me
how you please
yourself when i’m away
where do your fingers go
do they stay on the surface circling
floating like a feather on a mountain stream
do they penetrate violently into the folds
of your cave ramming pushing until
they can go in no further
do they wander in just knuckle deep
to that sweet spot where it feels like
you have to pee and cum at the same time
tell me where
your mind goes
when i’m away
do you fantasize it is my finger
bringing you unbearably close
then backing off causing you to
thrust your hips
following the retreating digit
lewdly begging for more
do you bring yourself to the brink and back
knowing the more peaks and valleys
you can endure for me
the more encompassing will be the bliss
the louder will be your cries
the more intense will be the explosion
when you finally go over the edge
show me how you please
yourself when
i’m away
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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I seem to throw girls mostly, .. I have 5 daughters and 2 sons, .. my American children look more Norwegian, Mayan, Irish like me, .. my English girlfriend wants us to have 2 more babies, .. I'm fucking up for it
Isabel is in the middle, .. Bella, so fucking smart, .. 17 .. and taking 5 collage courses, .. her bf, ..who I love to is from Ireland, .. he kinda live with us, .. Sophie the tall one, .. I put her in a music video .. (a shitty music video)
https://youtu.be/4v7W2A_CEIE
