Anonymous asked: As she rubbed her cunt under her pantyhose she filled the room with little liquid clicking sounds. He stared at her from the doorway and warned her about getting wet. "Remember the last time?" he asked. "I do," she said. "You slapped my face." The sounds grew louder. He walked toward her, rolling up his sleeves.
Blush.
My song!
If you want me to
I will be the one
That is always good
And you’ll love me too
But you’ll never know
What I feel inside
That I’m really bad
Little trouble girl
Artist: Alphonse Inoue.
Richard Prince, Untitled, 2011
(Source: kawaikittens)
Wait for it.
Anonymous asked: Dear Insatiable. I went for dinner with a young lady that I'd met on a dating website the other day. We ended up in bed and as I was fucking her, one of the shapes she made with her body fleetingly reminded me of one of your pictures. Just that one glimpsed image triggered the most intense orgasm I've ever had, and at 43 I've had a few. We fucked 3 or 4 times that night, but I felt bad that I was screwing her and thinking of you.
Submissions!
I <3 creeps.
The Tumblrs devoted to eroticism that I have come upon have all been too generic for my taste... so I've created my own.
The images posted here are echoes of the perverse daydreams that flicker softly in my mind. Sometimes I may post images of myself, as I have recently found that sharing naughty self portraits gives me a bit of a charge. I would love to hear your reaction to such images. Also, comments or questions concerning eroticism and sex in general are welcome. I enjoy exchanging thoughts about tantalizing subjects, most especially with strangers.
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