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nikostubljar:

yes … this is … happening

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2truthsandaliewrosa:

Funny, never thought of it that way. Brilliant.

rolledtrousers:

If you’re a wet girl, someone who’s all too familiar with the phrase ‘sodden’, who feels a blush come to their cheeks as soon as they even become remotely aroused, because they know, without even feeling it, that that’s another pair of underwear they’re going to have to change as soon as possible, if you’re even the slightest bit ashamed, then I’d like you to do a little thought experiment for me. 

You know when you’re trying to get a guy turned on, or even if you’re not trying, and you notice that you have? You see that bulge in his jeans, and the way he keeps shifting in his seat, trying to adjust it without anyone actually seeing him adjust it. Or, better yet, when you can feel that hardness, run your hand against it through the denim, or the cotton, or whatever the fuck he’s wearing as a pair of trousers. Can you imagine that for me, for a moment?

Feels absolutely amazing, right? Feels like you’re the sexiest thing on the planet, the knowledge that you’re in his head right fucking now. That what he’s thinking about, this instant, is fucking you. That’s power, and it’s intoxicating. It’s arousing as all hell. It makes you feel like the best thing in the world, right?

When I know a girl is wet, that’s exactly how I feel. When I can put my hand between her legs, and bring it back shining in the light, I feel just about perfect. When I can see her shifting about, trying not to part those legs for an instant because she knows there’s a chance someone might notice, I could not be turned on more by any single thing. To be the cause of something so dramatic, a change so fundamental to the way someone is both thinking and feeling, is an incredible rush.

So don’t be ashamed, and don’t worry about it. Don’t wish that you were (god forbid) drier, that you didn’t start gushing the instant you started thinking about collars and leashes. Because then I wouldn’t be able to get that shine on my fingers so easily. And you wouldn’t be quite so blushy. 

And I absolutely adore blushy. 

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2truthsandaliewrosa:

Funny, never thought of it that way. Brilliant.

rolledtrousers:

If you’re a wet girl, someone who’s all too familiar with the phrase ‘sodden’, who feels a blush come to their cheeks as soon as they even become remotely aroused, because they know, without even feeling it, that that’s another pair of underwear they’re going to have to change as soon as possible, if you’re even the slightest bit ashamed, then I’d like you to do a little thought experiment for me. 

You know when you’re trying to get a guy turned on, or even if you’re not trying, and you notice that you have? You see that bulge in his jeans, and the way he keeps shifting in his seat, trying to adjust it without anyone actually seeing him adjust it. Or, better yet, when you can feel that hardness, run your hand against it through the denim, or the cotton, or whatever the fuck he’s wearing as a pair of trousers. Can you imagine that for me, for a moment?

Feels absolutely amazing, right? Feels like you’re the sexiest thing on the planet, the knowledge that you’re in his head right fucking now. That what he’s thinking about, this instant, is fucking you. That’s power, and it’s intoxicating. It’s arousing as all hell. It makes you feel like the best thing in the world, right?

When I know a girl is wet, that’s exactly how I feel. When I can put my hand between her legs, and bring it back shining in the light, I feel just about perfect. When I can see her shifting about, trying not to part those legs for an instant because she knows there’s a chance someone might notice, I could not be turned on more by any single thing. To be the cause of something so dramatic, a change so fundamental to the way someone is both thinking and feeling, is an incredible rush.

So don’t be ashamed, and don’t worry about it. Don’t wish that you were (god forbid) drier, that you didn’t start gushing the instant you started thinking about collars and leashes. Because then I wouldn’t be able to get that shine on my fingers so easily. And you wouldn’t be quite so blushy. 

And I absolutely adore blushy. 

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erickripkes:

i wonder if peeta is into like weird bread related sex acts

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• me: walking
• cat: hey hi how are you
• cat: you walking here??
• cat: can i just
• cat: get thru rght here
• cat: under your feet
• cat: excuse me make way
• cat: i need to weave myself between your legs
• cat: hey
• cat: WHOA YOU JUST STEPPED RIGHT ON MY FOOT CN YOU BE A LITTLE MORE CONSIDERATE WOW WATCH OUT MEOW MEEEOEOOWOWWOE

Well if I can’t control the fat fuck inside my head from eating while I smoke I guess I’m not gonna smoke any more.

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tlillion:

this made me laugh for like 5 minutes…..

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