6 years ago with 39 notesReblog / via 

diea-kierlyn:

v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e:

v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e:

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@diea-kierlyn

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Thank you! You are a true friend.

@diea-kierlyn you’re welcome

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6 years ago with 39 notesReblog 

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7 years ago with 362 notesReblog / via 

brianjustin:

“Sex is different for men than it is for women. The need is more immediate, more intense. At least that’s what I’ve read.”
“Where? In Field and Stream?”

tagged as: Queer as Folk;  QaF;  Michael Novotny;  Lindsay Peterson;  Melanie Marcus;  Lindsay x Melanie;  Melanie x Lindsay;  Debbie Novotny;  Thea Gill;  Michelle Clunie;  Sharon Gless;  Hal Sparks;  nsfw text;  nsfw;  



7 years ago with 1242 notesReblog / via 

sensalito:

i’ve just had a vivid image of Will riding Hannibal, the picture of complete abandonment: head thrown back, hands roaming Hannibal’s chest and gripping the hair he finds there, biting his already blood red lips because it’s never felt so fucking good jesus fucking christ

and his phone rings, and it’s Jack, and he can’t not take it

but he can’t make himself stop either

and so he slows down and tries to bite down on the constant moans so he can answer but Hannibal’s big hands just grabs his hips more firmly and just makes him take it anyway

and he doesn’t know when but he answered the damn phone already and his voice is half gone from all the moaning and shouts and fucking whimpers and shit and he can barely form words and he tries to concentrate but it’s too good, it’s too intense and he can’t get enough of that big dick

and Jack is talking to him and he can’t understand shit and he’s crying trying to keep it down, fat tears of pleasure and frustration at himself for answering the phone and he breaks down on a thrust because fuck it’s so good he doesn’t ever want to hop off that dick and Hannibal just straightens up and kisses him filthy-wet and thrust up and so he moans loud and laced with complete fucking bliss

and then almost bites his tongue off trying to keep Jack from hearing it but of course Jack did already and all he can do is garble some farewell to keep Jack from hearing the rumble coming from Hannibal’s chest on top of what he already heard

and Hannibal grabs the phone and throws it without even checking if he hung up correctly or not and just rolls them over and growls because yeah okay you took the time to answer the phone now we’re back to business and he fucking punishes that hole so well by giving it the best pounding it has ever taken and Will is digging crescent moons in Hannibal’s ass cheeks with his nails because he can feel the best orgasm of his entire fucking life rising and then

then Hannibal bends down and flicks one of Will’s nipple with the tip of his tongue and licks up his chest and throat all the way up to his mouth and thrusts hard and Will’s vision whites out then blacks out and-

that’s all i have

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9 years ago with 24 notesReblog / via 
"

Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don’t.” It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. ‘Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining , livelong moment.’ That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. I am John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me.

So here he lies at the last. The deathbed convert. The pious debauchee. Could not dance a half measure, could I? Give me wine, I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world. Show me our Lord Jesus in agony and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms. There I go, shuffling from the world. My dribble fresh upon the bible. I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing. Well? Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me… now?

"

β€”The Libertine (via baroqueandworthless)
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