Like a beacon in the night. Only driven by nature’s innate hope. Casting illuminated desires craving a connection. Each flash a call of hunger.

Like a beacon in the night. Only driven by nature’s innate hope. Casting illuminated desires craving a connection. Each flash a call of hunger.

Protector Of Desires. Would They Recognize Her Behind The Mask? Not The One She Wore To Work, At School And Family Gatherings, But Rather The One She Shielded Her Innermost Secrets With.

Shiftythrifting: Design Fail I’d Buy That!

Yes, She Felt The Eyes On Her. She Always Did, But Then A Person Gets Used To Such A Thing When They’ve Lived It Their Whole Life. It Was When The Stares Bored Deeper That Would Unsettle Her, Especially Those That Could Tell.

Graf-Von-Taufers: Il Suo Modo Di Toccare Era La Combinazione Perfetta Tra La Perversione E La Tenerezza. C. Baudelaire ⚜️

Just A Glimpse. That’s All Anyone Ever Really Got. Her Walls Were High And Thick, Guarded By Veteran Skepticism Proven True. Wanting Eyes Would Follow Her Cracks, Only To Reach A Dead End, A Trail Overgrown, A Spring Disappearing Underground, Tempting

Finger Fucking, With Juice!

American Horror Story 1961

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Kinkycravings

If Not Now, Then When? Some Day, When The Dust Would Finally Settle. Maybe Then It Would Happen. Until Then She Was Content To Just Glide Along, Allowing Herself To Be Pushed And Pulled By Life’s Ebb And Flow. Why Create Drama When There Was Already

Rcsii: ' You Can Love A Monster , It Can Even Love You Back , But That Doesn't Change Its Nature. ’ Nor Does It Change Your Desire.

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