Any girl can moan and writhe for you, but the one that believes that you see into her depths with love and acceptance? She will give of herself in such a way that your fingers will burn with the ache to touch her, your ears will hunger for the sound of her whimpers and blissful cries, and your mouth will water to taste her skin and drown in her pleasure. Because there really is a difference between feeding a need, and a collision of souls.
daisies-in-thedark (via 69rooms)
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My fingers are singed by your fire.. My ears are deafened by your moans.. My mouth saluvates for your taste.. My soul is set free by your passion..
My muse
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💜🔥💜
Janis Joplin - take another piece of my heart
“I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked her for some happy news. But she just turned and walked away”-Don Mclean-
My forever love and idol Janis<3<3<3 xoxoxoxo
🌷burn like starlight 💫
The night water feels cool against her bare skin…but she swims…She swims into the dark until the shoreline and everything that remains there is a blur…She floats and her mind is silenced by the lull of the water…there is nothing but stars and she wonders as she lay there, in the night… if she could ever float far enough away that even the stars couldn’t find her.
“When flowing water…meets with obstacles on its path, a blockage in its journey, it pauses. It increases in volume and strength, filling up in front of the obstacle and eventually spilling past it…
Do not turn and run, for there is nowhere worthwhile for you to go. Do not attempt to push ahead into the danger… emulate the example of the water: Pause and build up your strength until the obstacle no longer represents a blockage.”
― Thomas Cleary, I Ching
I want to be the girl you choose..
Not second best..
Not the consolation prize..
Not the girl you call when your lonely..
I want to be the girl you choose..
The one thing you cannot live without..
The one person you’ll fight for no matter what..
The person the thought of loosing keeps you up at night..
The reason you feel complete..
The beauty you feel in your heart..
The person who gives you laugh lines from smiling..
The taste of my name on your lips..
The reason all other women cease to exist..
Your everything..
“Life is about balance. The good and the bad. The highs and the lows. The thing everyone should realize is that the key to happiness is being happy by yourself and for yourself. Happiness comes from within. You have the power to change your own mindset so that all the negative, horrible thoughts that try to invade your psyche are replaced with happy, positive, wonderful thoughts.”
— Ellen DeGeneres
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It starts with you 🌼
“When you are happy, the people around you are happy, too, and it inspires them to change their own world.”
— don Miguel Ruiz
This happens …. for real and it’s an amazing feeling to be a part of it 🌼💖🌼
You have in you the seeds of great compassion, the seeds of wisdom and care for others. Meditation then is not to make some special experience, but it is to learn how to tend the garden of the heart and to water the seeds of kindness and presence in your own heart.
“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”
— Starra Neely Blade
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Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.
It should not require confidence.
Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.
Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.
It’s not about being “good in bed.”
It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.
Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.
It’s originality.
It’s passion.
It’s joy.
Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.
Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.
This isn’t a test.
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The ground you stand on is always about feelings for the other person. It starts with curiosity to know more about them. To enjoying being around them. To wanting to be in their presence. To a hunger for them that can only be sated by contact with them. The toys and accessories are fun. You can express different aspects of yourself through them but that’s only 10%. Your hunger for that person is 90%. It’s like pancakes. The syrup is only 10%. Find a pancake that makes you hungry for more. Don’t get lost in the syrup.
That, by the way, is how you tell if someone is really into you. If they keep pouring more and more syrup on you, they’re not into you, they’re; into the syrup.
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You said you have pancakes?
I got lost at syrup.
I love pancakes.
Especially when Brazenbastard isn’t harassing waitresses over the syrup.
Fml.
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It has taken me 55 years to understand this.
My wife has been working on this with me for years!
I don’t care if you fart, or we make funny farting sounds because air is being pumped in with every thrust!
Laughter in bed is sexy
And all your curves
Sex is messy
If you’re having fun and cuddle up with me afterwards then life is good.
I’ll make you coffee and bring it to bed in the morning.
And not talk until the first cup is gone.
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This … all of this 😂💜👏👏💜😘
