OralAllOver
Bi, mostly oral bttm
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The coasts are also bi?
Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans
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Mrtenant
Lord of Chaos
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Kisssesseshttp://24.media.tumblr.com/df42c2edba5b2cf69106e2604487dc63/tumblr_mxauaeONUJ1qc403fo1_250.gif
I'd love to be kissed like this.
Especially after a day like today @Mrtenant
cascadiabound
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The original idea for this thread was a shared project between me (west coast based) and @MedicalMuse (east coast based)
MedicalMuse
Near, yet far.
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Unfortunately, I am a slack ass
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Nope nope nope.
Priorities change and you know how much I love you. Anytime you wanna come around *our* thread and make your sexy smart contributions I'll just swoon with joy
MedicalMuse
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I love you too! Most of my contributions would not be sexy. I’d be educating people on medical stuffNope nope nope.
Priorities change and you know how much I love you. Anytime you wanna come around *our* thread and make your sexy smart contributions I'll just swoon with joy
But I do enjoy what you post. Always makes me smile and occasionally think, “I could use some of that”
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http://25.media.tumblr.com/589a1ab53872a09160a9a34d0c3a9d03/tumblr_mxz8snWN0M1sh7wkbo1_1280.jpg
Just tonight? No darling - I always want this.
Just tonight? No darling - I always want this.
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AND kind.
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https://24.media.tumblr.com/242b765aa411952725074ba4b728dab9/tumblr_n0sq2jkbn11trhy87o1_500.jpg
So excited to be kneeling before him. Seeing his cock straining against his pants.
Will melt as he says "good girl"
And with each instruction, she says " Yes, Sir"
So excited to be kneeling before him. Seeing his cock straining against his pants.
Will melt as he says "good girl"
And with each instruction, she says " Yes, Sir"
Susurration
Whispering softly
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This is searingly hot!http://24.media.tumblr.com/71da55a82c6c499543ed338fa349dbdb/tumblr_n0755d7KKn1sf88cdo1_500.jpg
How much?
So fucking much.
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Shenanigans in the library.
He wanted her to show herself. She couldn't refuse him. The beginning of her descent...
Shenanigans in the library.
He wanted her to show herself. She couldn't refuse him. The beginning of her descent...
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Susurration
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I would love to be the one she bares herself to. That red skirt is also delightful.
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Right To Life
By Marge Piercy
A woman is not a basket you place
your buns in to keep them warm. Not a brood
hen you can slip duck eggs under.
Not the purse holding the coins of your
descendants till you spend them in wars.
Not a bank where your genes gather interest
and interesting mutations in the tainted
rain, any more than you are.
You plant corn and you harvest
it to eat or sell. You put the lamb
in the pasture to fatten and haul it in to
butcher for chops. You slice the mountain
in two for a road and gouge the high plains
for coal and the waters run muddy for
miles and years. Fish die but you do not
call them yours unless you wished to eat them.
Now you legislate mineral rights in a woman.
You lay claim to her pastures for grazing,
fields for growing babies like iceberg
lettuce. You value children so dearly
that none ever go hungry, none weep
with no one to tend them when mothers
work, none lack fresh fruit,
none chew lead or cough to death and your
orphanages are empty. Every noon the best
restaurants serve poor children steaks.
At this moment at nine o’clock a partera
is performing a table top abortion on an
unwed mother in Texas who can’t get
Medicaid any longer. In five days she will die
of tetanus and her little daughter will cry
and be taken away. Next door a husband
and wife are sticking pins in the son
they did not want. They will explain
for hours how wicked he is,
how he wants discipline.
We are all born of woman, in the rose
of the womb we suckled our mother’s blood
and every baby born has a right to love
like a seedling to sun. Every baby born
unloved, unwanted, is a bill that will come
due in twenty years with interest, an anger
that must find a target, a pain that will
beget pain. A decade downstream a child
screams, a woman falls, a synagogue is torched,
a firing squad is summoned, a button
is pushed and the world burns.
I will choose what enters me, what becomes
of my flesh. Without choice, no politics,
no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield,
not your uranium mine, not your calf
for fattening, not your cow for milking.
You may not use me as your factory.
Priests and legislators do not hold shares
in my womb or my mind.
This is my body. If I give it to you
I want it back. My life
is a non-negotiable demand.
By Marge Piercy
A woman is not a basket you place
your buns in to keep them warm. Not a brood
hen you can slip duck eggs under.
Not the purse holding the coins of your
descendants till you spend them in wars.
Not a bank where your genes gather interest
and interesting mutations in the tainted
rain, any more than you are.
You plant corn and you harvest
it to eat or sell. You put the lamb
in the pasture to fatten and haul it in to
butcher for chops. You slice the mountain
in two for a road and gouge the high plains
for coal and the waters run muddy for
miles and years. Fish die but you do not
call them yours unless you wished to eat them.
Now you legislate mineral rights in a woman.
You lay claim to her pastures for grazing,
fields for growing babies like iceberg
lettuce. You value children so dearly
that none ever go hungry, none weep
with no one to tend them when mothers
work, none lack fresh fruit,
none chew lead or cough to death and your
orphanages are empty. Every noon the best
restaurants serve poor children steaks.
At this moment at nine o’clock a partera
is performing a table top abortion on an
unwed mother in Texas who can’t get
Medicaid any longer. In five days she will die
of tetanus and her little daughter will cry
and be taken away. Next door a husband
and wife are sticking pins in the son
they did not want. They will explain
for hours how wicked he is,
how he wants discipline.
We are all born of woman, in the rose
of the womb we suckled our mother’s blood
and every baby born has a right to love
like a seedling to sun. Every baby born
unloved, unwanted, is a bill that will come
due in twenty years with interest, an anger
that must find a target, a pain that will
beget pain. A decade downstream a child
screams, a woman falls, a synagogue is torched,
a firing squad is summoned, a button
is pushed and the world burns.
I will choose what enters me, what becomes
of my flesh. Without choice, no politics,
no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield,
not your uranium mine, not your calf
for fattening, not your cow for milking.
You may not use me as your factory.
Priests and legislators do not hold shares
in my womb or my mind.
This is my body. If I give it to you
I want it back. My life
is a non-negotiable demand.
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