mamillionzillion: wasteofpaint: Klavier
mamillionzillion: wasteofpaint: Klavier
soaressilva: chiminiminimina: thewhiteness: Camilla Lemb
So quick bright things come to confusion.
— Shakespeare (via rejecter)
chagrin: (c) unknown
fetishdesign: (via mnliable)
This yoga stuff would take a while to get used to, but she was amazing. He’d give up meat to date her.
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Thomas Cregan. I don’t talk about it much here, but I’ve been a dietary vegan for nine years. My boyfriend is a meat-eating (excessive meat eating) squash player. Every now and then he indulges me and lets me lead him through some poses.
Truthfully, yoga has subdued my sex drive but in a calming way. In a way that doesn’t make me feel like I’m unfulfilled or missing something, but am simply less needy, and less likely to make bad decisions based on that need.
(I originally typed “bed decisions.” Funny.)
I vote taint and cock root, that part of the corpus cavernosum* which will be stiff and squeezable behind the balls if he’s hard. You can get a good grip on it if when he’s on his hands and knees and the scrotum naturally falls forward a bit on his shaft.
(*I always forget the proper name and think of that part as the corpus callosum. Would love to get this mixed up publicly sometime, like maybe on Jeopardy!)
(775): Just asked what her favorite part of a guys body is. She said ballsack. I’m in love.