Easilyaroused:

iheartgirls:

Zahia Dehar

ridingwild:

she had heard them before, again and again

and the sounds they made were the stuff of wet dreams

and one night, when she could stand no more

she slipped into very little and peered through the portal

feeling her nipples rise, her clit swell and glisten

and when she saw the feverish woman

riding him in a pleading reverse arch

she bit her lips, swallowed hard

and slipped into the humid darkness

like the timid but starving wet wildcat she was

ridingwild:

“bring champagne” she texted

“the condo is ours

we need to christen it!”

little did he know when she buzzed him in

that she’d be offering him something other

than a glass flute to drink from…

easilyaroused:

To sleep: perchance to dream.

which flight is this?

littlemisspoppy:

…it could have been us

moomoospheres:

Swim Suit