Imagine getting high with another guy, passing a bong back and forth as smoke curls between the two of you. You’re already high, so it’s far too easy to just happen to accidentally take too big a hit, coughing and choking as your lungs burn with smoke. It’s so easy to just lean into the gentle fingers petting through your hair, brain sluggish as you try to gather your thoughts, strings of drool dripping from your lips, dotting your thighs. It’s all you can think to focus on before his cock is shoved down your spasming throat.
“Be a good boy and choke on it.”
Nine Inch Nails — SIN (1990) dir. Brett Turnbull
yearning for the type of early 2000s lesbianism that's only preserved on flickr
yeah you caught me im actually in the pocket of Big Body Hair. they're paying me crazy amounts of money to brainwash impressionable women into ruining their bodies by not shaving their legs.
"see how well it fits? it's like you were made for me." 😵💫😵💫😵💫
films without faces → Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee
Photograph by LA Hyder for On Our Backs, the first magazine to feature lesbian erotica for a lesbian audience.
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