Homer- The Odyssey

“I have never laid eyes on anyone like you,
neither man nor woman…
I look at you and a sense of wonder takes me.”

-Homer , The Odyssey

SURF .

   SURF. 

I am really missing the surf and ocean this year i have been so slack with not getting enough sun and salt water on my face and in my hair . my board is collecting dust and now it's coming into the colder months i am kicking myself that i didn't get the waves i needed to calm myself down and let my problems and the petty shit out and left there . time to start fresh , bondi i am coming home babe .

                                         40’ down we rest on the sea floor, quieting our thoughts and slowing our hearts in the symphony of whale songs. At 10’ the weight is lessened, lungs regain their normal size and structure. We sputter up, breaking the surface bursting with laughter. 

On The Trend Scene : Jumpsuits

i am really loving harper and harley's new post . hitting the trend of jumpsuits !

your a babe Sara Donaldson- Harper and Harley 

the mirror

Instead of answering he kissed her, pulling her hard against him. His body pressed hers against the wall, the metal of the mirror cold against her back, his hands sliding around her waist, up under her sweater. She always loved the way he held her. Careful, but not too gentle, not so gentle that she ever felt he was more in control than she was. Neither of them could control how they felt about each other, and she like that, like the way his heart hammered against hers, liked the way he murmured against her mouth when she kissed him back

when sexual frustration sets in

Just Fuck Me.

Don’t be afraid to hurt me. I know you worry. Please don’t. I’m not as fragile as you think.

Don’t tug my hair. Grab it. Force me to my knees with your hands in my hair wrapped in a fist. Pull hard. Make my eyes water.Don’t graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again.Don’t caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in.Don’t nudge my knees apart. Move them like they’re yours to spread. With intention. With possession.Don’t hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still.I want it to still hurt tomorrow.
I want to see the bruises. The welts. The hand prints. Don’t ask me if I’m ok. Tell me I am.
I need to let go and not think.
I need you to make me yours.Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs.These are the things I can’t control. I don’t want to control. That’s the point.           

Don’t doubt.
Don’t worry.
Don’t over think.

Just fuck me.