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Darling, I don’t want you; I’ve got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don’t want the whole of anyone. … What you want is the whole of me―isn’t it, isn’t it?―and the whole of me isn’t there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don’t exist.

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—	Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart. (via redsirocco)

huzzahactuallygoodporn:

Did she just cum glitter?

teagasm:

art-or-porn:

Glitter by Soraya Lynsada

I just have this need to save every sexual image that includes glitter.

I can’t help but think of “When the saints go marching in”

huzzahactuallygoodporn:

Aaaargh wtf no!

sexisfunny:

source? (via filthywetslut)

huzzahactuallygoodporn:

I am not a male, but I approve of this.

All the paganism, Tantra, meditation, sacred sex, and BDSM sex magic(k) books and workshops represent a step backward. They are very convenient ways of rationalizing sexual pleasure by letting people claim that it’s about “something more” than just making your body feel good. All the sweat and cum and juices and the delicious, confusing carnality of sex get shoved back into the closet in favor of much tidier abstractions so that we can believe that we’re not just shallow hedonists. And that takes us back to square one, where we were told by our teachers, priests, and parents that sex was good — or at least acceptable — when done for any reason other than physical pleasure.

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—	Chris Hall (Why Sex Is Not Spiritual - The Exhibitionist)

huzzahactuallygoodporn:

Frustration

safeword:

fuckingyoufuckingme:

i like to think there’s someone in charge, somewhere off to the left. maybe behind the camera. telling him that if he does this right, makes it look good, makes his master horny.

maybe then his master will fuck him like they want to.

or maybe i’m projecting again.

…oh my, those comments

youmakemeneedyou:

Tell Me

Is this how things are when you read the words written down for you?

Do you sit there and let them work their way inside your mind as the vibrations work their way inside your body?

Does each page turn move you closer to that point of no return, each sentence slip deeper inside to tease you?

And all the while the soft hum underlines my words, creates the accent to the soft flow inside your mind.

Is this how it is?

Or do the words touch you in a way the mechanical whirl never can? Do they move within you, finding those deep places inside where you can never touch yourself?

Do they take you to places no physical act ever will?

Tell me…

Words by : The Dirty Romantic (http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com)

THIS!! I mean *cough*