#<- with Monica

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I & M

NSFW Alphabet Meme

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Though Ron can easily come off as gruff and uncompromising to the uninitiated, and while that nature might lend to the idea he'd be a selfish, inconsiderate lover, this isn't so. He'd be the first to admit that in his younger days he wasn't on his best behaviour in that regard, but now? Maturity and the hefty empathetic kick a difficult life lived can give have turned his tides gentler. He'll dedicate all the time that's needed to learning his romantic partner's intimate preferences, and to teach them his, and is always happy to move at a less experienced person's pace if theirs tracks slower than his does.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

"--Depends wha' m'lookin' at, don't it" Ron said, lining up a shot at the billiards table. "On lads i's a good arse, good f'ighs, sharp cloves, confidence. Broad shoulders. A nipped in waist--" Cue to ball, chalk dust and a clatter. Ron hissed in a breath between his teeth as he straightened. "Whiskey lips, innit. Smokey. Gorgeous - firm skin neaf a fitted shirt. Wouldn't 'urt if I 'ad t'look up at 'im." Hiding how he wanted to linger on that image for a time with movement, Ron lined up his next shot. He was playing yellow this round. Chalk to cue - blue dust on his fingers.

"--Women..." A brief hiatus as he sought an angle that worked. Fucking reds were clustered, same as the brown and the blue. It'd make for awkward shooting, but he'd seen worse. He spoke as he pondered. "Silk f'skin, soft 'ands, slendah wrists 'n fingahs. Slendah waist, full 'ips 'n reah. F'ighs tha' shake when y'kiss 'em. Delicate scent t'er perfume, 'er skin. Alabastah 'n pearls. 'N past tha' lot---"

He leant, tapped the white towards the clustered reds and yellows, broke the deadlock round the brown and blue and the cue ball too. Not for the first time Ron wished it was still legal to smoke in pubs.

"No mattah th'gendah, lahd people trouble me - turn me right off. If y'can't speak 'n lissen yer fucked wiv me; if y'can't conversate. Confidence is gorgeous, like I say..." A slight nod followed a pause for thought. "Can't chaptah 'n verse everyfin', bu' tha's it nut-shelled."

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i'm sorry but this is the only submission to this trend that i'll consider giving any thought to

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Top Gun Silliness

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Monica Piloni: portraits series (2013)

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Monica Bellucci in La Riffa

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Monica Bellucci

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happy pride to clare devlin, the wee lesbian 🫶

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Monica Bellucci

Is not just a beautiful woman

Is not just an actress

Monica Bellucci is the Goddess of Erotica and love.

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Monica B. in Malena

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from @modelofrunway on ig .

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❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

It's All About That Yearning

Ron froze where he knelt between his wife's knees in their little Portsmouth house's kitchen. There were tiles beneath him, but he didn't feel them pressing angry lines into his shin, his knee. He was riveted instead upon the half downcast, half exhausted woman sitting before him, her own gaze averted -- almost like what she'd said hurt to.

Molly'd visited today.

Molly'd visited and all Monica's good natured welcome and hospitality had been cut back to the quick by the cow. Ron hadn't witnessed what'd been said - would've hurled the wretched banshee out on her ear if he had done - but its effects were plain as day in how his darling sat, old pains scratched raw and bought up anew. Instinctively, he shifted forward and reached for her; strong hands but gentle ones taking hold of her hips as he looked at her.

"Monica my darlin'-" Ron said, his voice as gentle as he was able to make it. "Put y'ands on me, look 'ere." A soft squeeze of her hips and a press of his forearms to her thighs was all the nudging it took to get delicate hands to land upon tattooed skin, uncovered by sleeves rolled up neatly to Ron's elbows.

"Look'a me-" he prompted then, and ocean blues, all sapphires and shining light to him, returned from across the table to meet the black eyes gazing up at her. A testament to how wracked he was with worry for her, Ron's gaze didn't flinch or dip away for a second as he spoke.

"--Tha' woman puts you dahn b'cause there's nuffin'a werf in 'er. She lies. 'N lies. 'N lies 'n y'know 'ow I know tha'? Cos you're th'glue tha' 'olds me in shape my luv...This 'ole life we've got'd be nuffin' t'me wivaht you in it...Werf seein'?" Ron shifted another couple of inches closer, his arms coming up in hopes of coaxing his wife into his embrace.

"Everyfin good in my life tracks back t'you, Mon. I ain't th'one 'oo makes you wervy...makes you seen. If there's anyfin' abaht me tha' makes you shine brightah is a mirrah; s'yah own light shinin' back atcha, darlin'-"

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monica bellucci at the opening of the fencing house museum (casa museo musumeci greco) and 150th anniversary of the birth of agesilao greco

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This is incest! Derry Girls, Episode 4, Season 3