She would start touching herself, quiet and private under her piano bench.

It had been surprising to him at first, and she a bit shy.

Now she was confident. Her instructor knew what it meant when the music stopped. 

Slowly these pauses had become his favourite part of the compositions.

Oh, to be a man of great wealth and little shame.

Of course you’d have an unbearably pretty little thing up there on your book ladder (!!), dusting your grand library in bunny ears and her lacy bra and panties set.

This photo drives me mental.

It’s the man in the back. His detached intensity makes me so wet.

No wait, it’s her, with that look on her face. Pain, humiliation, desire, pleasure. It’s a fucking miracle in a detachable bra.

Oh shit. Sorry, no, it’s definitely the guy she’s riding, specifically that grip on her hips. Driving her onto his thick, bobbing dick, his face blazing with exertion.

And watching with focus is that fucking groom in the back. Wait. Okay, it’s definitely him, his cock hard as concrete under his still, carefully folded hands. 

This photo drives me mental.

(Source: squidintestines)

She didn’t want to wake you, doesn’t see you right away when you step out of the bedroom. It smells like coffee and artificial pine dish detergent.

You watch her for a minute, wearing those cheap cotton panties in the natural light like a foreign language movie star. 

She hears you, surprised. 

Don’t hesitate. Kiss her. Wind your arms around her and lean her back onto the table, her wet soapy hands soaking spots through the back of your t-shirt.

That. Ass.

With the slow lift of that amazing negligee.

Don’t think. Let your hands reach out, curious and gentle. That is an ass that should be treated with reverence, and thoughtful care.

I bet her boyfriend wears glasses and has soft hands. I want to look him in the eyes when I pull down her Superman underwear and lick her pink pussy from bottom to top.

Why can’t I meet more couples like this at clubs, looking for cute perverted girls like me to bring home and fuck while playing Biggie tapes on their retro boombox?

Goddammit this man is hot.

If I could, I’d pay $10,000 for a weekend with him.

These two are sexy, awesome and sweet like grasshopper pie or freshly laundered sheets.

If she had a joint instead of a cigarette, and he were six inches or so taller, this would be my vision of a perfect future.

Spank? Bite? Pinch? Squeeze? Kiss? Undress? Caress? Spank? Bite? Pinch?…

This ass is so ripe and perfect that I find myself paralyzed by the possibilities.