Babes with tattoos. Not-so-guilty pleasure.
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Yum!
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Charlie Sweets - Only my new official girl crush!
My life in a nutshell… I’m such a bachelor-ette.
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1920s Ménage à trois . Vintage french pornography.
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Resting the head of my shaft against your soft moist inner lips I pause there holding myself and allowing the anticipation to build for both of us. The sight of your beautiful ass and the long arching curve of your back is so alluring and sexy. You give off little shudders as your chest and back heave gasping for breath. I don’t believe that I have ever seen you so excited or in such desperate anticipation of release. The entire effect is mesmerizing.
I feel your fingertips graze the hairs on my scrotum as you reach to comply with my directive to continue pleasuring yourself though I do not feel much movement there. No doubt you are afraid to touch yourself for fear of prematurely coming before having my permission to do so. Such a predicament. But still I pause at your satiny gate, depriving both of us of what we desire.
I so desperately want to thrust deeply and take the full measure of you all at once. Doing so I think would make me cum instantly as I too am worked up to nearly the point of being unable to contain it. But this is my game and sometimes I even play by my own rules. Besides, holding back in this way is building the intensity for both of us and I do so want this to be intense. We have been playing with the intensity all morning and I want this to be something special. Not just for me, for both of us.
The ache in my loins has become a full bore throb and I am becoming desperate to ease the tension there. Ever so slowly and slightly I lean forward, parting you but not penetrating. Then back again. Rocking my hips ever so minutely I tease you, stretching slightly, parting, but never entering. Back and forth. Little tiny thrusts. I am rewarded for my efforts with new gasps and cries as you clasp the sheet in a death grip and arch your back for more. God, you turn me on so in your wild frenzy. As much as I love this view of your sexy backside, I crave seeing your face…your eyes. I love the look of lust in your eyes and long to see it now.
The pressing, stretching and rocking continues. You arch back toward me, thrusting for my eagerly waiting shaft but you are denied. I back away as you press harder keeping my head just barely inside your now drenched inner lips. You give a little cry of frustration. A whimper almost. You are so close, back heaving, fingers clenched.
“Count slowly backward from five my pet,” I command.
You are fairly gasping now and your response is barely audible. “Yes Sir….five.”
Holding your ass in both hands I keep you from moving at all, pinned before me, holding you at bay, rocking my hips so slightly yet with greater speed.
“Four,” your counting continues.
With each counted number I increase the pace of my rocking and press more insistently at your starving vagina.
“Three…”
My thrusts now measure the full depth of the head of my cock gliding in and out, rapidly massaging the oh so sensitive ring of your pussy.
“Two…”
Flexing myself and engorging the head of my shaft, swelling and stretching your satin gate wider. You cry out as the sensation pulses through you. Rocking my hips faster and faster yet no deeper. Teasing the outer rim of your starved sex.
“ONE…”
Your fingers dance over your swollen clit and you buck under the grip of my hands on your hips, holding you away from me. To my amazement, you pause momentarily before the final count, playing by my rules and bringing yourself to the very summit before diving headlong off the cliff into the unknown of total loss of control. It is then that I realize just how much you like my games and want to play by their rules. You actually do live for this.
Thrusting in and out of your gate, hips clamped in my grip, I smile to myself knowing that you are mine and I am yours. We are one. And are about to merge anew.
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Ultimate pleasure.
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This is an enormous chain and I’m sorry, but I need to say this:
The laws in the Old Testament were set forth by god as the rules the Hebrews needed to follow in order to be righteous, to atone for the sin of Adam and Eve and to be able to get into Heaven. That is also why they were required to make sacrifices, because it was part of the appeasement for Original Sin.
According to Christian theology, when Jesus came from Heaven, it was for the express purpose of sacrificing himself on the cross so that our sins may be forgiven. His sacrifice was supposed to be the ultimate act that would free us from the former laws and regulations and allow us to enter Heaven by acting in his image. That is why he said “it is finished” when he died on the cross. That is why Christians don’t have to circumcise their sons (god’s covenant with Jacob), that is why they don’t have to perform animal sacrifice, or grow out their forelocks, or follow any of the other laws of Leviticus.
When you quote Leviticus as god’s law and say they are rules we must follow because they are what god or Jesus wants us to do, what you are really saying, as a Christian, is that Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was invalid. He died in vain because you believe we are still beholden to the old laws. That is what you, a self-professed good Christian, are saying to your god and his son, that their plan for your salvation wasn’t good enough for you.
So maybe actually read the thing before you start quoting it, because the implications of your actions go a lot deeper than you think.
/An atheist who understands Christian theology better than Bible-thumpers do.
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Good girls get collars :)
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