between-my-thighs

anonymous asked:

Tell us in graphic detail your greatest sexual fantasy

Oh god….it has to be train sex. I seriously ALWAYS go back to train sex and I can’t ever make up my mind to what exactly I want. There’s random groper then there’s random groper that turns into group gropers. Then after that it’s either full penetration or dick between my thighs. And so forth…

BUT okay I guess how it would go is I’d have a black dress on with like a cardigan so I look my age. I’d have thigh highs and my garter belt on cause I LOATHE wearing tights but I like that look. My hair would be in low lose pig tails (lol I have hair in this) and I’d be standing facing out the doors and conveniently won’t open for like a dozen stops.

It’d be a packed train and while I was standing there a hand would start slowly touching me, which of course if think was an accident at first cause shit does accidentally happen, but it wouldn’t be and is kinda push them away cause like integrity but also I’d be getting excited cause this is what I’ve always wanted. Then they’d get a little more forceful and push my against the door then start really fondling and groping me.

At this point I’m not pushing them away cause I’ve always wanted this and I’m giving them permission to do this. Then they’d SUDDENLY pull the top of my dress down and fondle the shit out of my tits and begin to whisper dirty things in my ear about how I’m a whore and I’m easy and I must be a cock whore to so easily want this.

They’d keep fondling my breasts and they’d now have a knee between my thighs and they can feel my wetness on their thigh and they’d say some more stuff about how I was already so wet. Then they’d pull my bra down and start really playing with my breasts and nipples and milk would start coming out (fantasy is I’ve reached lactation at this point in life) and they’d get really dirty with me and start rubbing their budge against my ass and saying dirty things about how milk comes out of my skirt tits

They’d keep one hands on my grits while the other hikes my dress up and ribs my clit, still talking in my ear, then they’d talk that away and I’d whine and start rub against their thigh. They’d call me more names as they unzipped their pants and just rubbed their dick against my bare ass.

The train would stop and people would shuffle around so they’d stop and I’d whimper and start whispering and begging them to keep going please please, they’d call me a cock whore and slip their dick against my pussy and start thrusting. I’d start to get loud so they’d put a hand over my mouth and move their other hand to my tits to make them squirt.

Then they’d full on press me against the door and really start to thrust against me their hand would travel back to my clit and they’d say do you want to come you cockslut and I’d beg for it and they’d roughly start to finger me and after a minute or so they’d roughy stick their cock inside me and fuck me hard against the train door.

The train is really packed now and we’re stopped at a station and there’s people on the other platform who could see me if they looked up and that makes me wilder and start to let out a lot of wetness. The person fucking me would notice me start to whisper even more dirty things.

Then right as I neared my orgasim they’d wrap their hand around my throat and pull my neck back and squeeze a little and say more dirty things as the train slowed at the last station and people would start getting off and I would come soo hard they’d shove fingers in my mouth to keep my quiet.

Then they’d pull out and come all over my thighs and ass. Quickly zip up and melt into the crowd leaving me their cum staind thigh highs and ass, titties out and leaking milk and shaking.

Aaand that’s it sorry it’s long but not really.

Of course this “stranger” would be someone that I planned this with lol and id be giving my full consent to.

Also fuck! I’m so horny right now like I can feel the wet in my panties. Aaah.

i just have a hard time believing that every time bruce banner turns into the hulk that his pants just happen to stay firmly on his body

like thank god im always wearing my XXXXL elastic pants cause who knows when i might hulk out god damn thank the lord for these pants god forbid my giant green penis gets revealed and is just slapping back and fourth between my meaty green thighs 

i mean who wants to see giant sweaty green balls bouncing around crazy, him jumpin across the city, his dong just slamming into cop cars, like damn that thing is a fuckin tree trunk and is a third arm right there. you really afraid of hulks right hook? or are you afraid of his cock hook, i mean whats worse getting a fist to the face or a hairy green PENIS to your face. 

i think were missing out on some fun here with all these movies and comics keeping his iconic purple pants on. just hear me out i mean just hear me out guys

so the avengers are all together fighting, call in for bruce to fight, and youre just trying to focus on shooting your arrows or blasting bad guys but out of the corner of your eye you see this veiny veridian voracious COCK dragging at you at unknown speeds. 

do you remember watchmen??? great movie. yeah great movie, loved it. every god damn scene dr manhattan was in it i had to look right at his dong. had to. its not bothersome, nonoonno its great its just i had to look at it. i fucking counted the number of times his penis is shown 36 times. 36 times his dick is on the screen. imagine hulks penis 36 times in a movie. imagine trying to fight a guy with his dick hangin out. i just want you to imagine hulks penis

thats really what im getting at imagine a giant green penis. 

i mean him and jolly green giant green bean man would make an interesting porno cause that guy likes to wear suspiciously short togas, and i think you know where im going with this

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her ; “slightly aroused so i let his fingers trace in between my thighs but i don’t have the courage to look him in the eyes because they remind me of reality and you see i’m not ready for any of this to become real. i want to stay here for awhile longer before one us locks eyes and so instead i listen to his voice as he moans my name once more.”

if I am ever on my death bed I want you to have harry styles come and squeeze my face between his thighs, that’s how I want to go

OFFICIAL ‘HONEYMOON’ LYRICS

We both know that it’s not fashionable to love me,
but you don’t go cause truly there’s nobody for you but me.
We could cruise to the blues -Wilshire Boule- vard if we choose.
Or whatever you want to do, we make the rules.

Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon 
Our honeymoon 
say you want me too
say you want me too 
Dark blue.
Dark blue.

We both know the history of violence that surrounds you.
But I’m not scared, there’s nothing to lose now that I’ve found you.
We could cruise to the news - Pico blvd in your used little bullet car if we choose,
Mr. Born to loose 

Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon
say you want me too
say you want me too
Dark blue.
Dark blue.

There are violets in your eyes, there are guns that blaze around you.
There are roses in between my thighs and fire that surrounds you.
It’s not wonder every man in town had neither fought nor found you
Everything you do is elusive to even your honry dew

Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon 
Our honeymoon Dreaming away your life
Dreaming away your life 
Dreaming away your life 

Honeymoon

We both know it’s not fashionably to love me
But you don’t go ‘cause truly there’s nobody for you but me
We could cruse to the blues Wilshire Boulevard
If we choose, or whatever you want to do
We make the rules

Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon
Say you want me too
Say you want me too
Dark blue
Dark blue

We both know the history of violence that surrounds you
But I’m not scared, there’s nothing to lose since I found you
We could cruise the news Pico Boulevard in your little bullet car if we choose
Mr. Born To Lose

Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon
Say you want me too
Say you want me too
Dark blue
Dark blue

There are violets in your eyes
There are guns that blaze around you
There are roses between my thighs and fire that surrounds you
That no wonder every man in town had neither fought nor found you
Everything you do is elusive too even your honeydew

Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon
Our honeymoon
Say you want me too
Say you want me too
Dark blue
Dark blue

Dreaming away your life
Dreaming away your life
Dreaming away your life

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 ♫ A-root, a-toot, a-rooty-a-doot
  He giggled, goggled me, he was a banger, he sought the prize between my thighs,
   Became a hanger, and there’s Kent and Keen, and there’s Aberdeen, But there’s none   as muckle as the strath of Bogie Wogie
    And no there’s none as muckle as the wanton tune of strath of Bogie ♫

anonymous asked:

I was talking to my ex and our texts went from catching up to sending dirty pictures. I drove to his house and he slid his hands between my thighs as I drove to a secluded place. As soon as the car was in park he was in drive;) The windows fogged up instantly from him putting my legs over his shoulders and eating me out. We had hard sex for hours with me hanging out the door and my knees on the seat. We continued fucking more after realizing my car battery died and we couldn't leave anyways.

Pink skirts, floral blouses, blonde hair. Thirteen and womanhood is new for me. I do not understand the difference between love and lust, so when he calls me pretty I believe him. And he’s seventeen and he takes me in the back of his truck and I let him between my thighs because he has to love me, right? Monday at school I feel their sword tongues point at my back. Slut. Whore. The voices don’t stop.

Black boots, black jeans, black shirts, black lips, black hair. Fifteen and I am drowning. The water in my lungs rises and rises so I stick needles into my thighs, let lighter flames flicker on my shoulder blades, split open the skin around my belly button. Anything that takes the pain away. I pray to God he’ll take me away someday too.

Sweatpants, sweat shirts, greasy hair pulled up into buns. Eighteen and they said it would get better. Failed classes, fired from jobs, alone, alone, alone. The emptiness sinks in on me, makes my lungs collapse, gasp for breath. My family couldn’t stand me but fuck, I just want somebody. I pretend my pillow holds me at night, as if I weren’t all alone in the black.

Knit sweaters, beanies, glasses, pink hair. 20 and it’s a little better. The scars have started to fade, but some days I still feel like my bones are about to cave. I’ve got petals scattered all over the apartment floor, “he loves me”, “he loves me not”. He loves me not. But for the first time, my hand hurts from all the writing, and it’s a good pain. The sun seems to shine brighter now.

Dresses, sunglasses, lipstick, blue hair, flip flops. 22 and I am a beautiful mess. They said it would be okay. I didn’t believe them, but it is okay. I have learned to roll out the scrolls of my veins, transcribe the DNA into poetry. I look in the mirror and I do not want to cry. My family calls and I answer. Saturday nights is for Scrabble with friends. I come home to a man who kisses my cheeks and tells me he’s the luckiest one in the whole goddamn world. I am not lost, I have found myself. She is gorgeous.

—  I wish I would’ve listened when they told me it’s okay not to be okay.

there’s body positivity things everywhere about having no thigh gap (for good reason) but there’s literally nothing about being ok with having a natural thigh gap the size of the fuckin golden gate bridge unless they’re on pro-ana bullshit sites

can i have like

ONE thing about being cool with having one without promoting anything unhealthy i mean jesus h christmas

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Under Her Eyelids

Letting myself be captured between her thighs, my wrists in her hands, pinned down, I was done asking questions. I wanted to be held so close I fell into another universe, through her heart, out on the other side. She was more than the sum of what she taught me, more than the look we exchanged on the day everything changed. The look that said, I know. I feel it too. I am too. The look that was much closer than the kiss that followed.

If she had been able to hold me like that for longer, I would not have been spat out into the streets where I began to live at last. If she had not taught me what it was like to become more than the sum of our blood and teeth and bones and organs, if fitting into our limb puzzle had not shown me the thousand faces of a goddess, then I would not be who I am. I would have lost myself in being not-me.

She lived under my skin, meeting me in small boats in my dreams, speeding me across water after the end of the world. I always knew one day she would tell me to watch travelling lights; she would hide from bullets with me. And the morning I woke to find her sleeping next to me, I recognised her. I knew I was meant to come out of the other side of this stolen time someday, and cried silently, watching her pupils chase hummingbirds.

Her hands had this way of making me feel as if they were disappearing into my body. As if she had become a part of spiralling, bucking, eradicated me. All I saw was a trail of multi-coloured stars, rising and falling and not knowing whose breath was in my lungs. This was what I had yearned for all my life, to disappear inside someone else while feeling more myself than I ever had, a sharper, brighter version of me.

I had escaped and I was on the other side of the looking glass, and in that looking glass there was the two of us. Her eyes watched with me, over my shoulder, as she painted slow finger circles on my swooning nerve endings slicked with an endless wave of excitement. The new world was two bodies that had no limits to each other, that mirrored and that were nothing alike; that braved everything. Our fingers twined and held.

If there was going to be an end to it, then not the one where my bleary eyes found her crying in the kitchen at 2 a.m. while her friend’s smoke rings rose to the ceiling. Not her reaching up to me from the blankets like a child, cheeks still wet, to be held goodbye and be gone when I came back from work. That was the dream awakening. In the real one, she’s still folding worlds around mine on the narrow couch.

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NvS-Between My Thighs……I’m feeling this track! Plus she kinda sound like Kelis a lil bit