tumblr ist wie eine Wundertüte. Mein Blog ist zur Zeit mehr ein Reblog :D, aber ich verpsreche in den nächsten Tagen kommen wieder eigene Fotos.
tumblr is just like a grab bag. my blog now seems more like a reblog :D, but i promise there will be new photographs on my own in the next days.
Sex ist das schönste was Menschen miteinander tun können.
Misstraut den Menschen die euch das Gegenteil erzählen. Misstraut den menschen, die sagen, dass eine Frau eine Schlampe ist, wenn sie Sex liebt.
Solche Menschen können nicht lieben.
sex is the most beautiful thing people could do with each other.
Suspect the people that will tell you contrary. Suspect the people that will tell you a woman is a bitch if she loves sex.
These people can’t love.
Hey! I’m back and so happy to be posting again!
Sabrina dacos absolutely the best in selfshots
What a bizarre, ass-backwards culture we live in.
bO OBS????????? usEd for……………. FEDING BABY’S?!! NOooO BOOB ARE SEXY BOOB ENTERT AIN MEN
I will always reblog this
Yes breastfeeding is the normal way to feed hungry babys. Do it public
Hallo Ladies, Girls, Damen. Ihr wolltet immer schon ein Model werden? Ihr wisst nicht wie? Ihr wisst nicht ob ihr das Zeug dazu habt? Ob Ihr gut genug ausseht?
Einfach mal ausprobieren, egal ob mit oder ohne was an, ob sexy oder prüde. Es gibt viele Möglichkeiten. Schönheit liegt im Auge des Betrachter, aber definitiv auch im Können des Fotografen und der Makeupartists.
Also einfach mal wagen.
Sir Vincent G. Sydensticker
oder hier antworten.
Hello Ladies, girls, Women. You allways wanted to become a model? You don’t know how? You don’t know if you can dig it? If you look good enough?
Just have a try, with or wihtout clothes, sexy or prude. There are many possibilities. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but also in the skills of the photographer and the makeupartists.
So just do it.
Sir Vincent G. Sydensticker
or give a reply
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.
