#bare foot originals

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue December 1, 1951 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

On the left: dress in navy blue silk taffeta, the jacket is curved; The skirt takes momentum by stretching towards the hem. Finely pleated taffeta with collar and wrists. McCallum stockings. Velvet shoes, Bare Foot Originals. Right: still navy blue silk taffeta; This time, aged. This time, for a dress like a tailor, with a martingale in the back. All Kislav gloves.

A gauche : Robe en taffetas de soie bleu marine, la veste est cintrée ; la jupe prend de l'élan en s'étendant vers l'ourlet. Taffetas finement plissé au col et aux poignets. Bas McCallum. Chaussures en velours, Bare Foot Originals. À droite : encore du taffetas de soie bleu marine ; cette fois, vieilli. Cette fois, pour une robe comme un tailleur, avec une martingale dans le dos. Tous les gants de Kislav.

Model/Modèle: Sunny Harnett Photo Horst P. Horst vogue archive

[bixizi]

model: @bixizi

A bottle of fine wine, two glasses, and a movie softly playing in the living room. I await your arrival, but you don't come. I'm waiting for you. Where are you, mi amor? 🖤

[girlw-amermaidtattoo]

Soft as a whisper, they glide on the skin,

Nylons weaving secrets where touch begins.

A delicate shimmer, like moonlight on lace,

Wrapping my legs in a silken embrace.

The slow, gentle pull, a tease of desire,

Each thread ignites like a smoldering fire.

They stretch, they cling, they promise and tease,

With every caress, I fall to my knees.

Beneath their sheen, fantasies unfold,

A dance between boldness and a story untold.

Tantalizing and soft, they hug me so tight—

Nylons, my lover, in the glow of the night.

[lddarts]

Heléna just having a relaxing evening.

[corioliscosquillas]

getting my hands on these beautiful and extremely ticklish soles again this weekend 😌 brainstorming some truly cruel punishments as we speak

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

黒猫 by jaco@画集発売中

[stellas-starry-scribbles13]

Almost all of my ocs are unamed so suggestions are always open, as usual

Whats going on with her pose? Well… she was supposed to be holding a phone but I couldn’t get the hand right so… here we are

She is a chocolate addict by the way

Dont mind the feet pls this was drawn like 6-7 months ago have mercy

Title: Chocolate(?)

[avycorner]

Commission for Seraphon on FA!

Tickles for Susanna!

[t13shoots]

[heysweetbee]

hi 😊

[purefectsoles]

[girlw-amermaidtattoo]

The nylon slides over my skin like a breath, slow and deliberate.

Each thread whispers as it pulls taut, caressing with a softness that feels almost forbidden.

My fingers glide along the smooth fabric, tracing the curve of my leg where it clings, teasing me with its barely-there touch.

I move slowly, savoring the sensation as it wraps tighter, inch by inch, like a lover’s hand lingering too long, knowing exactly where to press.

The fabric shifts, stretching with a gentle pull, as if it knows my desire, testing my patience.

I sit back, legs crossed, feeling the tension of the nylons as they press against my skin, taut and full of promise.

They kiss my thighs, my calves, every inch a study in anticipation.

The friction is subtle, delicate, but I feel it with every move—a gentle brush that ignites something deeper.

A shiver runs through me as I adjust, the nylon giving way only to tighten again, a reminder of its presence, its control.

I let it linger there, between pleasure and restraint, knowing each shift brings a new wave of sensation.

I stretch, letting the fabric pull taut once more, my body responding to the quiet tease of its embrace.

A delicious ache spreads as the nylon molds to me, urging me to slow, to feel every second of this sweet torment.

The sensation builds, slowly, inevitably, drawing me into a world where touch is everything, and the slightest movement is enough to unravel me.

And still, the nylons hold me, clinging, teasing, until I’m left breathless—lost in the tension between desire and surrender.

[jupitergems]

Sentimental Reasons

I was actually listening to the mentioned song when I wrote this so hopefully you can enjoy. I’m not much of a writer but I thought I should give it a try. Try listening and reading to, maybe you’ll enjoy it.

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Nat King Cole “ I Love You for Sentimental Reasons” played, causing Mimi to let out a soft gasp. She let go of the dough she as working on her butchers block, “ I love you for sentimental reasons, I hope you do believe me, Ill give you my heart” She sung along as she. Began to dance around her kitchen in the soft warm light. She glided around, barefoot on the cold midnight tiles, twirling around in her pale pink and white apron. So caught up in the song and dance she fails to notice, Miles. Who crept quietly down the stairs when he noticed she was no longer in bed. Quietly he watched as Mimi danced and singed along to the song. As she turned around and caught him watching from the stairwell in complete awe of her. Her every movement, her smile as she danced, how she still had flour on her hands. “ I didn’t want to interrupt” he said “ You could never”, she replied. “I think of you every morning, dream of you every night, darling I’m never lonely whenever you are in sight” he sung to her as he made his way to her. “ I love you for sentimental reasons, I hope you do believe me, I’ve given you my heart” He continued to sing as he placed his hands on her hips and swayed with her. Mimi Could only let out a low hum as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. “ May I have this dance” he whispered in her ear, with a chuckle so soft it almost couldn’t be heard. But she heard him “ hmm” another low soft hum in response,with a smile. “ You never have to ask” she whispered back to him. “Lovely” was the last thing he said, as they continued a to dance, under the warm kitchen light. The song came to an end another played and that too came to an end. When they have come to a stop, Miles placed a kiss on her flour stained cheek. When he pulled back to look at her, she couldn’t help but laugh at him, who now had the white powder on his lips and cheeks. Mimi brushed his lips off so gently as they laughed quietly. “ Looks like someone’s been having some fun all on her own”. “Mhmm figured I’d get an early start on the day”. Miles cupped her face and stared into her eyes “Come to bed with me darling,hmm the bed is big, cold and lonely without you there to keep me warm” he pleaded to her. “ Miles I’d love nothing more than to lay next to you”.. “ then do so” he said before she could finish what she had to say as his hands moved from her face back to her waist. “ But, I have to clean up” as she pointed to the dough and flour pile she had been previously working on. “ Allow me to do so, while you get ready for bed, hmm” He smiled, hoping she would accept his offer to avoid going back to bed alone. “ Fine” she briskly agreed knowing she would truly want nothing more than to lay at his side and felt blessed to have him more than ever in that moment. “ Perfect” Miles whispered to her, pulled her close and kissed her so tenderly again looking forward to going to bed. Miles untied her apron and Mimi made her way up the stairs to prepare for her rest as he made his way to the kitchen. The soft jazz still playing in the background, he chuckled to himself as he looked down at the butcher block, “ such a busy bee she is” he shook his head “ and that busy bee will be the death of me”, but the smile on his face grew at the idea. Miles quickly and quietly cleaned the mess and paused the music, “to be continued, love” reminding himself to dance with Mimi another time. Turning of the lights in the kitchen leaving the darkness behind as he ran up the stairs to finally lay next to her.

[louderland]

Z on a guillotine (bloody version)

NAKED VERSION HERE

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[romance-fantesy]

Evil Feminist Crushes Alex

Alex was sent to hell, he will be tortured for all eternity by this gorgeous yet demented mysandrist.

[seanicgames]

First tumblr post, hey guys!! This a drawing of my OC Corrin, she’s a very skilled kickboxer with a passion to fight! Hope yall like her