Please.
Make me feel it. Force it into my skin, into my mind, into my soul.
Because right now all I can feel are the remnants of what was. A vague whisper in my ear, the words not exactly clear. The almost imperceptible warmth of remembered breath against my neck. The weight of you, no longer sinfully smothering, but instead a taunting memory.
I need more. I need to be pushed. I need to be taken. I need to be loved. I need to drown in it, in us, so I can breathe again.
Elsa Sørensen; Playboy playmate of the month, September 1956.
(via pussylequeer)
Chloe B & Marigold (Abby Winters)
Karla Conway
A lazy Sunday afternoon.
(via extraneousredux)
Happy!
(via sexisnottheenemy)
(via princesshoneycunt, ona)
I’m distracted by the large phallic shaped rock formation in the background…..natural or man made?
extraneousredux: Natural. They’re caused by erosion.