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somelyeliğe giriş 101:
şarap servis ederken kenarından akanı yalayacaksın ki zevki çıksın.

morning
I always thought morning sex was overrated, something that only works in books.
do go on — change my mind.

he said I tasted like a beautiful sip of merlot. rich and smooth. touched by a hint of salt that lingers and calls you back

dijo que tenía el sabor de un sorbo hermoso de merlot, solo que con ese puntito salado que te hace volver por otro

dokunuşunda vaat vardı. dudaklarımdan ayrılıp boynuma, boynumdan aşağı bedenime akan dudakları az sonra olağanüstü şeyler olacağına söz veriyordu sanki.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.
~Anaïs Nin

buenos dias.
quiero enredarme en tu cuerpo como una enredadera. ¿Te imaginas?

take your time, never rush it. you have to try and find the most pleasurable spot to taste and enjoy it without any pace.
then you can say you are good at eating figs and things.

every inch of a fig has a different colour and a single flavour with please. you start slow, lick and taste all the seeds. Feel and savour every single one of them on the tip of your tongue. the most hidden sweets, sour and the explosive salt.

to become an irresistible master, you must practise on figs. you can’t just eat it straight away. you have to delay and extand the gratification.
first you have to see it open gently and admire the richness. you must bow with a little reverence before it.

buenos días. antes de despertarnos, quiero cansarte, dejarte sin aliento… y dormir un poqito más sobre tu cuerpo por favor.

günaydın
şu an ısınmak için senden daha yanıcı bir şey düşünemiyorum

sweet and beautiful.
your story feels like one of those real life glitches. thanks for sharing

iri gözlerinde minik bi bakış ve kıvrak bir parmak hareketiyle gelivermiştim. beni resmen parmağında oynatıyordu.

morning
to wake myself up in the mornings first thing i think of your mouth on me
and than coffee.

monstera witch in soft pants

buenos dias.
estoy toda mojada.

at that moment, on that chair, I wanted to make him come, to hear him beg for mercy. twice.
I’d love to know the taste of every inch of him.
wanted to suck the wrinckles on his neck, his lips that smiled at me, to lick the mole on his cheek.
my face was burning, I could feel myself blushing again.

iyi masum bir öpücük değildi bu, daha vahşi bir şey yaşıyordum o an. yetenekli dili ağzımın varlığını bile bilmediğim en hassas yerlerinde gezerken ıslanmıştım.

good morning.
i wanna kiss all your moles please.
every single one of them.

günaydın.
bu sabah sarmaşık gibi sarıldım kaldım bedeninde.
sök sökebilirsen.

Lo primero que pienso al despertarme por la mañana es en tu boca, sobre mí.
Luego, el café.