oh so when people at tumblr make shitposts about wanting to kiss the sun they’re being “funny” and “quirky” but if i do the same it’s “Betrayal of Messages”, “Undelivery of Words”, “Vile Breeding”, “Conspiracy in Darkness”, and “Unlicensed Love”
Am I the only one who doesn't feel whole RawAir thing ?
I mean these are classical Scandinavian competition like every year for so long. But can it become second 4Hills? I don’t think so. Seems like someone wanted to force it but it doesn’t seem like a tournament at all to me.
Andi Wellinger delights crowds of fans gathered at
Mühlenkopfschanze with his victory and two excellent jumps (147.5 and 135 meters), Willingen 29.1.17 (Andi wins, gets hugs from eveyone, and everyone is happy
`by: mldrgrl Rated: NC-17 Summary: Hanella attempts to spice things up a bit by playing a game.
Hank watched from the bed as Stella walked around the room collecting items for her suitcase. Her blouse was open and her hair was still wet and coiled in a towel on her head. Her breasts jiggled softly as she bent and struggled with the zipper of her make-up bag. Her bra was slate-grey, satin, and he knew from personal experience, had a soft lining inside the cups. Even half-dressed and packing a bag, she was ridiculously enticing.
“Have you ever had to work for it?” Hank asked.
“Work for what?” she asked.
One of her eyebrows arched higher as she began to button her blouse. Hank pushed himself up from his reclining position and slid to the edge of the bed. She moved closer to him and stood between his knees as she closed the last button. He took her hand when she lowered her arm and turned her wrist up. He closed the button on her right cuff and then her left.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome.” He ran his thumb over the center of her palm and looked up at her.
“Have you ever had to work for it?” she asked.
“I’ve always been more of the pursued and not the pursuer. Has anyone ever turned you down?”
Stella moved away and unwound the towel from her head. She shook her hair free and closed the door to the bathroom behind her. A few moments later, Hank heard the hairdryer and he poked at the contents of Stella’s bag. He took her perfume out of the make-up case and took the cap off. The scent of it was too vague, so he sprayed a bit on her pillow and then leaned over, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply.
It was almost terrifying how bewitched he felt sometimes. He couldn’t imagine anyone ever saying no to Stella. He’d wanted her from the moment she sat down across from him in that hotel and he’d never stopped. Just the smell of her or the sway of her hips or the timbre of her voice at the end of a long day or the slash of bare skin in the slit of her skirt got him so hard. God, he was a melancholy fuck when she was going out of town.
The whirr of the blowdryer went silent and a few minutes later, Stella came out of the bathroom. The way she put herself together never failed to amaze him, but he found her just as beautiful with messy hair and no make-up. She caught him watching her as she closed her suitcase and she stepped back between his legs. His hands were to her hips and she rested her forearms on his shoulders.
“Men don’t require much persuasion,” she said, fingers dancing across his nape to slide into the hair on the back of his head. “You certainly didn’t.”
“Well, I was a bit of a slut.”
“All it took was a suggestion and…” She snapped her fingers behind his head.
“What if I’d turned you down?”
“I’d have walked away.”
“Just like that?”
“No means no, Hank.”
“So, what if I’d said maybe?”
“Depends on whether or not I found you worthy of the effort.”
“Then you have had to work for it before.”
Stella smoothed her hand back over Hank’s head, petting him like the loyal dog he was. “I said that men don’t require much persuasion,” she said. “Women like more than mere suggestion.”
“Do they?” Hank slid his hands down from her hips to her backside.
“Some women like being seduced.”
“And some just take what they want,” he answered, squeezing her ass hard enough that she pulled on his hair.
“Don’t wrinkle me,” she said, rolling her hips slightly. “The car will be here any minute.”
“Do I get to kiss you goodbye, or will I smudge you?”
“Hold still,” she answered, pulling his hair to tip his head back. She swept her tongue across his mouth before brushing her lips against his in the lightest of kisses.