link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhSeCqpOrmY
The most dangerous human masses are those whose veins have been injected with the venom of fear... of fear of change. Octavio Paz
Single photo post. Photo that sparked this post. I thought I'd shout it... To whom would I dedicate it? To everyone!!! It's a photobomb!!! Maybe the most massive photo of all the ones I've seen... (And that's saying one sees thousands of good photos here)
You're like a snail! As the popular saying goes... Cuck, slob and dragged!
But think neighbor... If that word pussy were my property, I couldn't keep it for myself only... It would be imperative to show it to my friends. Share it... Allow everyone/all to use it. It's too much beauty to keep it for oneself. Being cuck with that clam would be a pride... Cuckold said? Siiiii.... I'd mix my saliva with the slobber that emanates from those desired folds, that juice that oozes out pouring from the innermost recesses of the desired cave and so often licked. In warm dreams and stormy vigils...
Slobbery cave and slobbered... I'm giving you my drool...
There's nothing better than your saliva dripping on my face
Regretful witnesses declaring against me
Accusing my tongue of lewd treatment
Enchanting sweet saliva soaking my face
Regretful witnesses declaring against me
Accusing my tongue of lewd treatment
Enchanting sweet saliva soaking my face
Dragged if... Across the floor, or the carpet. Dragged by the bed's edge. Dragged to the folds where spit destroys even my shadow.
Dragged all night
Submerged in your saliva
Prisoner of desire
That in dreams you provoked
Submerged in your saliva
Prisoner of desire
That in dreams you provoked
Blessed snail, that you slither or slide along the edge of desire and with your slime leave a track where abundant and joyful juices burst forth to get me drunk. Blessed be you, snail, who sticks your skin to the skin I love, creating suction and bristling pores so that I can see and know that my skin will never stick to your skin as does the glorious suction of your gastropod appendage. Well-intentioned and well-liked snail... I envy you!!! Blessed and desired ring, who could be a snail to slither over you sharing slime.
A small tale of lips and shells, of human females and mollusks.
A warm night, I was alone in that camping, everything invited me to take off my shirt, then my shorts. Sensations started to accumulate in my body when I lay down on the fresh grass, with that special aroma mixed of mushrooms and humidity.
I closed my eyes and centered my consciousness only on the aromas. Slowly, one by one, they entered, asking permission, tickling my olfactory cilia. There was a revolution in my senses, the aromas played with my imagination, sweet, prickly, intense, tender.
My mind generated an infinity of images that pulsed to investigate more my sensory capacity combined with creation.
Slowly, inviting each cell of my body to wake up, I ran, with all the clock hands stopped at will, the elastic of my boxer briefs stretched and played with it, while feeling my cock rubbing against the fabric.
Elastic, cotton, a bit of lycra, my hands, absence of other hands.
My own love, my own territory, my own path. Alone... My Maitri!
The invitation was urgent, my glans moistened quickly the soft blue cotton that covered it. Everything invited me to play...
I took the elastic and pulled it up, the pressure on my cock made the stars fall to experience demonic games with me...
My testicles claimed my presence, my hot erection, two hands and hundreds of cellular demands. Alone... My Maitri!
With passionate madness for myself, I took off each garment, flying through the air, spinning around, getting tangled in the branches of a tree that served as a clothesline and dance floor for elves, fairies, hadas, and duendes.
The invisible world, the unknown alongside the known, the tangible. Me.
I stayed lying down, looking at the sky, my groin begged for my hands, my cock begged for my hands, my desire begged for my hands, my thighs screamed for my hands, my erection yearned for my hands... And I alone... Maitri! My cry: Maitri! I felt tickles on my testicles, and I shuddered, suddenly feeling humidity and an earthquake, pleasure was arriving at marvelous limits where the explosion was imminent....
I didn't dare look to see what was producing all that pile of erections on my skin, I started growling, not moving, barely breathing to be able to retain each caress provoked by the unknown guest....
I closed my eyes, relaxed my hands. Let them do it.....I finished, ejaculated, shuddered, exploded in semen, cried out to Mother Earth Goddess because she was a basin of my fluids spilled on her fertile earth.
Between eyelids I dared to look at the wonderful guest at my orgasmic party...
I couldn't believe the biological analogy, they were female lips surrounded by a hard pussy, it was the foot of a gastropod mollusk....a bold snail.
It impacted me the analogy of the physical flaccidity of its foot similar to female lips and the hardness of its pussy similar to the hardness of an erect clitoris...
Declared eroticism. Revolution of the Animal Kingdom, insolent invertebrate before the standards of bored Gods.
1. Maitri (Sanskrit) has been translated as loving kindness, 'simpaty', 'benevolence', 'friendship', 'good will', 'love', or 'active interest in others'. First of the four Brahmaviharas. A very popular form of meditation.
25 comentários - Samba of a single note
El lresultado de esta imagen no ha sido menos que una maravillosa pajota mística !!!
Excelente relato amigo !!!
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta. Yo comenté tu post, vos comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
Gracias como siempre por pasar y por todo...! 😘 🌹
Gracias por la visita hermosa...!!! 😘 🌹
Aclaro(por si hace falta) que quise sacarlo al patio y desgraciadamente la colita cayo en batalla( es una capacidad de estos bichos perder la cola para no ser apresados, despues se regenera.
Usted sabe... Todo lo bueno pasa en Güenosai...!Acá no hay de esos bichos...
Gracias por la visita Paisa!!!
Gracias por pasar Capo!!! 👍
ahora hablando en serio, hermoso texto inspiradísimo y no sólo producto de una intrigante foto sino de su mente viciosa, me encantó 👏 👏
Gracias Hermosa!!! 😘 🌹
Gracias por pasar mi querido andinista...!!! 👍
Que fotaza Amigo!!! solo con tu genialidad se puede hacer un post... Genio 🙌
Tremendo mi hermano excelente como siempre...
Gracias por visitar mi post hermosa!!! 😘 🌹
Iba marcando, frases, párrafos, todo marqué.
¡Qué lujo! ¡Por favor! Quedé sin aliento...
Gracias por compartir 👍
Yo comenté tu post, la mejor manera de agradecer es comentando alguno de los míos...
"Cornudo, baboso y arrastardo"
Que buena definición...jajaja, no la había escuchado nunca!!
No se me había ocurrido hacer un parangón entre el caracol y el sexo femenino, y de la manera como tu lo expones es muy cierto amigo, además de GENIAL!!
FELICITACIONES Ale por el gran trabajo amigo!! +10
Gracias por pasar amigazo!!! Abrazo!!!
una genialidad amigo mas de uno se va a poner en bolas ahora en medio de la naturaleza para experimentar 😀 saludos 😉
Gracias por la visita Capo!!!
Monotemático y obsesivo post....
Le dejo un aporte, para enriquecer....
link: https://youtu.be/YBiK-lXgn7E