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ennuiprayer: Oxford Community Library (Subtitulado) (by...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 23:42:46 -0400

Oxford Community Library (Subtitulado) (by oxreynosa)

I want you to watch this video and learn a little more about our neighbors to the south. One shocking thing I learned today was that average Mexicans only read one book in their lifetime. One book.

I urge you to sit through it and learn what Oxford Reynosa is doing for the community and reblog this post. If we’re going to make something viral, let’s make it this video.

And if you want to help with donations, please contact the following:donacionesbiblioteca@oxfordreynosa.edu.mx / eceballos@oxfordreynosa.edu.mx / (899)925-6297

Bandhas are for Lovers | thelindseyoneill

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 14:21:58 -0500

Bandhas are for Lovers | thelindseyoneill:

Afterall, bandhas truly are for lovers.

"Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise."

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 23:00:22 -0500

“Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise.”

- Hanne Blank (via chubby-bunnies)

Who would you hate-fuck?

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 02:23:49 -0500

If school doesn't work out

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 01:46:12 -0500

kwills88:

I did some serious digging about this whole cam model thing, (yes it’s that serious).

I found out some shit that made me go..WHAT

but I’ll list what caught my eye

You can make up to $10,000-$30,000 per month depending on how you do

you can get paid up to $180 an hr

depending on how many people watching your show, you get paid $1 per person every minute

if you do a private show you can make $240 and hour

you can make up to $1000-$5000 in a night

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The Repairman

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 15:23:02 -0500

Cindy Bates emptied the rest of the water into the coffee maker’s well and pushed the button to turn it on. A petite redhead, the shorts and tank top she wore emphasized her delicate curves.

“Just think of him as a repairman,” her best friend Roz Landers said. “He’ll come to the house, and fix whatever needs fixing.”

“Right,” Cindy said, her voice laced with skepticism. “He’ll just come over and rotate my tires.”

Roz laughed. “I don’t know about that, but he’ll definitely clean out your pipes and get you back in good working order.” A head taller than Cindy, Roz still wore her tailored business suit, having stopped in on her way home from work. “Instead of putting your car up on the rack, he’ll help you get your sex life back in good working order.”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing. I just need to get some rest and maybe have a day at the spa,” Cindy said, brushing her hair back from her eyes. “Brent and I have been married for 10 years. It’s only natural that our sex life would lose some of its luster.”

“All that’s true,” Roz agreed, “but you’ve been trying to fix it yourself for a while and we’re still talking about it.” Roz rose and went to the cabinet for coffee mugs. She poured them both a cup and added a dollop of hazelnut creamer to her own cup. She sat Cindy’s cup on the table and retrieved a chocolate covered donut from the box she’d brought with her.

“It’s just seems so … wrong,” Cindy said.

“There’s nothing wrong with getting help from a doctor,” Roz said. “He has all the credentials. He’s a gynecologist, a psychologist, and has more than five years of clinical experience,” Roz said. “He busy all the time. If it’s OK, I’ll forward your files to him. You may have to wait awhile to get in. He gives as much as two weeks to each patient and has an excellent track record. I’ve sent three other patients to him.”

Roz was a psychologist who specialized in treating abused and traumatized women. For a woman who worked with such serious issues, she was surprisingly upbeat.

“Just give it some thought,” Roz said, licking chocolate icing off her thumb. “You have admitted that you need help. That’s the first big step. You’ve read the books I gave you; now take action.”

“OK,” Cindy said, taking a deep breath. “OK, I’ll take his card. I just don’t know …”

“Don’t worry,” Roz said. “We won’t talk about it again. If you call Jake, only you and he will know. I’m officially out of the scene now.”

Gazing out at the lake in back of her house, Cindy felt depression move through her like an old familiar pain. It *was* time to do something. She loved Brent. They were very happy together, everywhere except the bedroom.

So what was wrong there?

Cindy walked out onto the screened porch and listened to the quiet surrounding the lake in back of their home. She couldn’t help feeling she was the problem. Brent was eager for sex at least three times a week, more if he could get her interested. She was the one whose desire was simply gone. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d initiated sex.

Suddenly she put her hands on her hips and let out a resounding curse. She’d been mulling over this for months. It was time to take action. Returning to the living room, she picked up Jake Wilson’s card and dialed before she had a chance to think any more.

“You’re in luck,” the receptionist said. “I just had a cancellation. He can see you a week from today.”

Feeling better because she’d done something, Cindy set down to work on the book the she was editing. Her job as a freelance editor and writer allowed her to work from home, something she cherished. As her busy day moved forward, she gave no more thought to Dr. Wilson.

Grabbing her coffee the next morning, Cindy took the manuscript she was working on to sit at the table on the screened-in porch. She looked up as she heard a door slam at the neighbor’s. Surprised because the Cranes were gone up north for the summer, she watched a strange man go over to wipe off the chaise lounge in the backyard.

Sipping her coffee, Cindy returned to her manuscript, but glanced over when she caught him removing his shirt in her peripheral vision. His body was muscled and sculpted. The two backyards were so close she could see the sweat glistening on his back. Stretching and working his muscles, he bent and removed his shorts, causing Cindy to gasp at seeing his naked body in all its sinewy glory. He bent to get a tube out of a bag, and Cindy caught a glimpse of his semi-hard penis. She suddenly realized she was holding her breath and let it out slowly.

He rubbed lotion on his upper body and then on his legs, reaching strong arms around to reach as much of his back as he could. When he’d finished, he spread a beach towel across the chair and stretched out to absorb some rays. As Cindy drew quick, quiet breaths, she watched his hand snake down to his lap, where he began to sensuously rub himself.

Her manuscript forgotten, Cindy let her coffee get cold unable to pull her eyes away from the sexy scene in her neighbor’s yard. She’d never been a voyeur before, and found the experience extremely arousing. Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued his steady stroking, his penis hardening and growing in his hand. Cindy realized she’d stopped breathing altogether when her body forced her to take a quick gulp of air.

As her handsome stranger became more aroused, his body moved languorously and his breathing increased. A soft moan drifted across to her in the breeze. Now her own body felt hot and her pelvis tingled. She felt the familiar sultry tenseness in her stomach and was surprised to note her panties were wet. She wished desperately it was time for Brent to come home.

Looking back at the Cranes’ backyard, she watched as his body went taut and his head fell back. He let out a guttural growl as he reached his climax, continuing to slowly stroke his penis as his body calmed down.

Cindy couldn’t stand it any longer. Jumping up she ran for the kitchen phone and hit Brent’s office number on the speed dial. His secretary put her through to him immediately.

When he answered, she felt her desire heightened at the sound of his husky voice.

“Hey,” she said her voice breathy and excited. “Can you come home for lunch?”

He paused and laughed a little. “Is this my wife?”

“It’s your horny wife,” she said with a sexy giggle. “Can you come home for lunch?”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he said, hanging up.

Glancing at the Crane’s yard one last time, she saw the chair was empty. Awed that she was so aroused by this secret thrill, she hurried to the bedroom and dug out the black teddy that Brent loved. She hadn’t had it on in months. Digging around in her lingerie drawer, she found her garter belt and black fishnet hose. The man would go back to work with a smile on his face.

She was dabbing his favorite perfume at her pulse points when she heard the front door slam. She quickly closed the bottle and slipped on her best black heels and placed one foot on the stool in front of her vanity.

Brent caught sight of her and froze his mouth open, his eyes wide. His look devoured her as his gaze traveled from her glossy red lips to her three-inch black heels. Cindy actually watched the bulge grow in his pants.

“Oh, God, baby, you are absolutely gorgeous,” he said, approaching her slowly.

She smiled, feeling her body respond to his obvious desire. “I thought we’d have dessert first.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, reaching for her and pulling her tightly against his body.

Cindy rubbed herself against him, delighted with the strength of his erection. If she didn’t get his clothes off soon, he’d bust the zipper in his suit pants.

She pushed her hands against his chest and up his arms to remove his suit coat. He finally let go of her mouth long enough to yank his tie and shirt off, sending buttons flying around the room. In a moment his shoes, pants, socks, and briefs were gone, and his penis was standing at rigid attention.

Cindy gave a lusty laugh and fell to her knees in front of him. When she licked the head of his penis, his groan was deep and sexy.

“Mmmmm, I love a good dickcicle,” she said giggling, and took his penis deeply in her mouth until the head touched the back of her throat.

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” Brent said, his fingers pushing through her hair.

Cindy continued to suck and stroke with her tongue, enjoying the rigidity of his erection and the powerful feeling of controlling her husband. When she finished, he put his hands on her arms and helped her stand. Before she could speak, he lost himself in her mouth, his kiss hot and his tongue doing an erotic dance with hers.

Her body slammed into his as his kiss grew rougher. Her veins were on fire, and her desire was at full throttle. The more he took, the more she gave. When he pulled back, she felt chilled and reached to pull him back against her.

“No, no, honey,” he mumbled as he popped one garter free. “I gotta get you undressed, and I want to enjoy it.”

He rolled one of the stockings down her leg, gently kissing her thigh and behind her knee. When he moved to the second one, her knees felt weak. He seemed to sense her problem and slipped his arm under her knees and lifted her up. Cindy gasped.

“I didn’t know you could do this,” she said as slipped her arm around his neck.

“I didn’t either, baby, but you are so sexy I’ve got to get you to bed right now.”

By the time Cindy was lying against the pillows, he was peeling the straps of the teddy down her arms. “You are so beautiful. I love you so much,” Brent said as he slid the teddy gently down her legs and tossed it into the floor.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Brent moved up beside her, running his hand from her hip to her neck. Gently pulling her toward him, he captured her mouth, but his kissing was soft, tender, questing. She felt her desire bubbling again and turned toward him.

“Just lie still, tiger, it’s my turn to make your body hum,” he said.

His hand slid down her body again, pausing just before he moved between her legs. She gasped, her arousal making her squirm and push toward his hand. With a feather-light touch, he moved across her belly to cup her damp mound, letting his middle finger fall between the folds of her labia. When he pushed slightly and inserted his finger she felt like her body was exploding with pleasure.

She bucked now, pushing desperately against his hand, moaning and begging for more.

“God damn, you’re hot,” he said against her ear. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

Before her orgasm finished, he took her back up again, pushing her until she screamed when the release hit her body. Hanging on the momentum, she flipped, effectively turning the tables so she was on top now. Before he could do anything, she sat down on his penis, her wetness making his entry easy. He moaned as she clenched her pelvic muscles, holding him and not moving.

Then she slid her body slowly upward, and his arms locked around her waist. Both of them began moving and suddenly they were pushing into each other with everything they had. The sweet sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed in the bedroom as their bodies hammered together. Finally, Cindy stiffened, holding her breath and clutching Brent’s hair. Seconds later, his body went taut and they both moaned as they climaxed together.

Now the room echoed with their gasping as they struggled to regain their breath. Cindy lay limply on Brent, and his hands rubbed her back in a soothing touch.

“Holy shit, where did that come from?” he finally asked.

Cindy thought for a moment and then kissed his ear, tugging the lobe gently between her teeth. “I just started thinking about you and felt the urge to call.”

“Well, think about me more often, sugar,” he said, his lips covering hers again.

The next morning Cindy was back at the wicker table on the screened-in porch as soon as Brent left for work. She tried to concentrate on editing while surreptitiously watching the yard next door. She wasn’t disappointed.

He came out at nine o’clock and spread his towel on the chair, removed his clothes, and stretched out after spreading sunscreen on his body. Though she kept glancing his way, he continued to merely lie on the chair getting rays.

After an hour or so, a woman also came out of the house and put her towel on the grass beside his chair. She too undressed and dropped to her knees. After fondling him for a few minutes, she took his penis in her mouth, her head and body moving as she gave his an expert head job.

Cindy watched fascinated, not even trying to look away. The man and woman were totally lost in each other, as her head bobbed up and down and she slurped him like he was her favorite milkshake. He fondled a breast and clutched her hair, moaning and writhing with enjoyment. When she finished, they stood, shared a passionate kiss, and walked back into the house.

Looking down, Cindy found her hands clinched in her lap and her pants once again soaked. Leaving her manuscript and breakfast dishes on the table, she ran through the house and hurriedly dressed – sans underwear. Clutching her keys and purse, she hurried out to her car and headed for Brent’s office.

She spoke briefly to Brent’s secretary and into his office when he finished his phone call. Closing the door, she locked it and walked slowly to his desk, rubbing her hands up and down her body, enjoying the feel of the soft material against her skin.

“Hey, big guy, how about a ten-minute break?”

Brent laughed as she walked around to join him behind his walnut desk. His laughter died as she reached for his pants and quickly unzipped them, her hand slipping inside to grasp him. He gasped as she pulled his penis out and began to rapidly stroke it.

“Cin … uh, Cindy, what are you doing?”

“I thought you might like a little afternoon delight, baby. Ooh, it looks like you’re ready,” Cindy said and pushed him back in the chair. It was a large, roomy executive chair, and she thought it was sturdy enough to hold both of them.

“What about your panties?” he said as he opened his pants, allowing himself more freedom of movement.

“Just relax, honey,” she told him. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Slipping her knees on either side of him, she rose up and positioned herself so he could enter her. When she pushed down, he put his arms around her and secured his legs so the chair didn’t move.

Cindy moved up and down on his erection, enjoying its hardness and the feel of it inside her. They established a rhythm, moving in harmony. Brent pushed her dress up and found her breasts, massaging them and lightly pinching her nipples, which made her moan.

“Oh, God, this is incredible,” Brent said, slipping his fingers down to caress the wet hair and soft, moist kin of her pubis.

He planted his thumb on her clitoris and pushed his fingers back so that he could touch himself and her at the same time. In a matter of moments, they were both breathing heavy and struggling to keep the sounds at a minimum. When she headed toward climax, he pulled her head down with his other hand and buried her noise with his mouth against her. Seconds later he followed and she reciprocated.

They looked at each other for a moment, and then burst into laughter. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, baby, but whatever it is, don’t stop,” Brent said, kissing her deeply again. “Now you’ve got to run. I’ve to get myself cleaned up and ready for a meeting in fifteen minutes.”

Cindy gave a little giggle and sashayed out of the office, waving at Brent’s secretary as she hurried outside.

The week continued in that manner as Cindy spent the morning watching the unknown couple next door and the afternoon finding creative ways to work off her sexual desire with her husband. This included making love in the closet of a home they pretended to be interested in buying, in the lake under their boat dock, and in the backseat of the car in a secluded corner of the parking lot at the Piggly Wiggly.

When Cindy received the phone call reminding her of her appointment with Dr. Wilson, she thought for a moment about canceling it. Still, she knew this new-found thrill wouldn’t last forever and maybe the doctor could help her discover how to keep the fire alive.

Dr. Wilson’s office was plush and welcoming. Cindy immediately felt at ease with the gray-haired receptionist who handled the paperwork. She was led to Dr. Wilson’s office and sat in a comfortable leather chair that faced another chair in front of his desk.

“Hello, Mrs. Bates. I’m Dr. Jake Wilson,” he said entering the office.

All Cindy could see what his white-coated back and blonde hair that covered his collar until he turned to face her. When he did, her jaw dropped and a gasp slipped out. “Oh my god!”

“I see you recognize me,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“You were in the backyard … next door … uh … uh …” Cindy struggled but couldn’t continue.

“I was,” he said and smiled. “My wife and I hope the first phase of the treatment helped.”

Cindy blushed in spite of herself. “Yeah, yeah, it worked great.”

He reached over to the desk and picked up a folder. “Now let’s talk and see what else we can do to help you get more in touch with your sexual self.”

I encourage others to share their fantasies and/or their erotic writing skills on this blog. Please submit :)

jaunepois: reminder that this is a commercial that actually...

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 02:23:27 -0500

jaunepois:

reminder that this is a commercial that actually exists

you weren’t dreaming

You make it sound like they were trying to be subtle and clever.

"If you think pubic hair on a woman is unnatural or weird, you aren’t mature enough to be touching..."

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 21:34:09 -0500

“If you think pubic hair on a woman is unnatural or weird, you aren’t mature enough to be touching vaginas.”

- Stoya (via war-s)

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teen pregnancy is more acceptable than being gay and that’s really sad

Thu, 03 Jan 2013 19:39:09 -0500

teen pregnancy is more acceptable than being gay and that’s really sad

Okay, the crazies came out to play

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 13:16:21 -0500

I woke up to several asks telling a single story. The story is rather disgusting as it involves underage girls, and I’m taking it as some depraved fantasy. It will not be posted here.

Look, I’m all for the followers sending me their fantasies, but not anything illegal. Also, submit a text, not a series of asks.

A University of Washington team has developed a versatile...

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 23:24:13 -0500

A University of Washington team has developed a versatile platform to simultaneously offer contraception and prevent HIV. Electrically spun cloth with nanometer-sized fibers can dissolve to release drugs, providing a platform for cheap, discrete and reversible protection.

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iwanttobeafirefly: Dear tumblr friends & followers, If you...

Wed, 21 Nov 2012 22:12:12 -0500

iwanttobeafirefly:

Dear tumblr friends & followers,

If you would please, help me out and take a short 4-question Psychology survey in Human Sexuality. I’m conducting a study on the correlations between sexual desire and monogamy. It’s multiple choice and completely anonymous; it couldn’t be any easier and only takes a few minutes. The links below will take you to Google docs. Please repost this, email it, embed it in your blogs, and forward this to anyone that you think would participate. I only have a few weeks left in this semester so I need to collect as much data as possible quickly. Thank you very much for your assistance.

Link to form:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?fromEmail=true&formkey=dGI3OUx2WkgyQ3cxOUhhTVlxUHdkTUE6MQ

i want to be a Firefly. [ Follow / Submit / Ask ]

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Don't forget to vote

Tue, 06 Nov 2012 10:24:10 -0500

thefour2012: Election Day tomorrow - polls are tighter than...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 11:18:21 -0500

thefour2012:

Election Day tomorrow - polls are tighter than ever. On November 6, don’t forget to vote for equality.

"Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes? In perversion (which is the realm..."

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 00:57:46 -0400

“Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes? In perversion (which is the realm of textual pleasure) there are no “erogenous zones” (a foolish expression, besides); it is intermittence, as psychoanalysis has so rightly stated, which is erotic: the intermittence of skin flashing between two articles of clothing (trousers and sweater), between two edges (the open-necked shirt, the glove and the sleeve); it is this flash itself which seduces, or rather: the staging of an appearance-as-disappearance.”

- Roland Barthes