fknbastard:

Her prince 

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

lubadub:

That’s what I get for following back blindly sometimes.

Sorry, blogger, but starving yourself doesn’t sound fun to me. Would I be happy a few pounds lighter? Probably. Would I love myself more? Nope. Have I always felt this way about my body? Of course not, and I still don’t.

But you see,…

thespanktank:

madamedesire:

*DIES*

thespanktank:

*THUD* nunnoyobizznizz:

    She knew his scent. She knew his taste. She knew his body language. The pressure he exerted on the back of her head. His fingers digging into her back. She liked the way his hips strained to get every inch past her lips. She liked the way he grunted when his pace quickened. She loved the way he growled when he came. When he finished, she would look up at him, lick her lips, and savor every drop. Yes, she knew this, and she knew it well.

This.

Just *gah* This would be the best way to start and end any day.

dharialaurent:

To be held like this would be wonderful…

xcandyass:

nakedness:

(via m-n-mj)

volumpuousvixen:

dharialaurent:

beautiful and gentle..where are these men?

xcandyass:

nakedness:

brittybum:(via britttttany, doimakeyouhorny)

dharialaurent:

So sweet

flameddevil:

“Bella, I don’t think I can stop. There’s this… roar in my head telling me to keep my mouth on you. How can I make this… okay for you?”
“Make me… finish me,” she said hoarsely.
He blinked as if she’d surprised him. “How do I make you come?”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Only faster.”
He was a quick study as he figured out what made her go wild, and he was ruthless once he discovered how to give her an orgasm. He drove her hard, watching her as she shattered apart once, twice… many times. It was as if he fed from her pleasure and was insatiable.

Lover Awakened - JR Ward

UNF! And totally panties melt down moment here! NOTE to self: DO NOT wear panties when reading this scene!