There is beauty in pain

Do you remember? Does it enter your mind as you drift to sleep.  The spectacular beauty that was shared.  The feel of our love as it consumed it.

(via secretlyneeding)

How I hunger

Come to me lover and let me feast upon your flesh. Let me worship at the alter of your manhood, where I shall inflict such delights. My mouth salivates with just the thought of tasting you.  To trace the lines of your engorged cockflesh.  Teasing the tip with my tongue.  Drawing downward as I slowly take you into my mouth. I shall suckle gently to start, then as my hunger grows and I am lost..it will become an urgency.  Hunger shall take me as I swallow you to the root. My eyes will beg for your seed.  To taste of you, to feel you spill into my mouth. Swallowing every last essences.

How I hunger for you lover, come and sate my desire.

.MB.

(Source: thingsthatmakememasturbate, via oursecretside)

It’s Friday night and the weekend has begun.

Heels…check

Sexy panties…check

Tequila…check

It’s gonna be a hot night tonight.

.MB.

Anonymous Asked:

You write so passionately I'm convinced you are in a bad relationship. Am i right?

There is beauty in pain Answered:

*laughs*  Convince yourself otherwise. 

I’m a passionate woman and my inspiration comes from many things, people and places.  You should not assume.

*smiles*

.MB.

Lay your hands upon me. Feel the shivers of delight as the warmth of your grip spreads. Your fingers dig into soft flesh. In that one single touch I am lost. How I crave these moments. To lay in one another arms and touch. Our needs and emotions expressed as hands fan out to stroke over a thigh, or down along the column of a neck. Our eyes meet and love shines. Lay your hands on me, consume me with your touch.

.MB.

(via moon3)

(via francaiseamericaine)

AMEN!

(via sensualindulgence)

Anonymous Asked:

missed you lady bug

There is beauty in pain Answered:

lady bug? I have to say that is a first. 

It’s nice to have been missed. ~smiles~

He didn’t have to say a word. His eyes spoke it all.  The way his hand fisted that belt. She couldn’t help but shiver. It had been a week since the last time she felt the kiss of leather. She wore the mark for days.  Even now the memory caused her to shake.  Thighs pressed together as she felt herself grow wet.  Lips parted to speak but nothing came out.  She licked her lips, finding them suddenly dry.  She moved slowly to him, her eyes never leaving his “Welcome home, Daddy.  Your girl is ready for you”

.MB.

(via johnblutasky)

It’s been too long since I heard the sound of the waves.  How I long for the feel of sand between my toes, to feel it’s heat as grains tickle me.  I long to frolic upon the white caps.  To sink within it’s cool embrace, down into the darkness of water.  Like a lover it welcomes me, holding me like no time has passed.  I’ve come home.

.MB.

(via unpredictablemood)

(via thesensualstarfish)

Touch me as no one else has. 

(Source: samiypma, via mariopam)

“The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.”

 Natalie Kocsis

(Source: forever-gr, via mikaelsplayground)

Drink me

(Source: nevver, via thesensualstarfish)

To write something you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

— Anne Rice

(Source: berley, via maninhades)

• 1
• 2
• 3
• 4
• 5
• Older