#f.i.l.f.

[franks-unholy-confessional]

Let’s have some positive affirmations~

-I am open to receiving all the good that The Universe™️ has to offer me-

[franks-unholy-confessional]

bless me frankie for i have sinned over these gifs. -ChronicArsonist

these gifs. yeah. sorry Frank but your face is telling a story that's gonna inspire a fuckton of redacted/confessional thoughts. -BarbedWireRosary

why do you look at someone who's hurting you like that

[haileys--world]

It's not milf... it's F.I.L.F... fuck I love fall🍁🍃

[shopdoamor]

F.I.L.F Cap 6 - mi madrastra em chupa la polla

[gatasvips]

F.I.L.F Cap 6 - mi madrastra em chupa la polla

[ninagal-game]

F.I.L.F.

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[vintagebiker43]

A PARLARE DELLE MILF... CI SONO ANCHE I F.I.L.F.! Il F.i.l.f. Romagnolo In questi tempi internetici e di social network si sta riscontrando nelle umane grandicelle un tenore di zucca gialla nel sangue che supera costantemente il livello di guardia: roba da mettergli il bromuro nello yogurt probiotico e fargli usare la camomilla al posto della Saugella. Ste impestate si sono addirittura evolute e internazionalizzate: la nostrana e ruspante “tardona panterata da densing” è ora diventata “cougar”; la birichina “mammina assatanata ma discreta” è diventata “m.i.l.f.” (non fate i santarelli, sapete cosa significa...) Una certa evoluzione si riscontra anche nei maschietti: oggi parleremo del “babbus belòm” meglio noto come “f.i.l.f. romagnolo”. Il “f.i.l.f. romagnolo” come la fenice, nasce per magia dalle ceneri di un “homo sposatus”, che un giorno viene infulminato dallo sguardo di una fata di passaggio(una Fata Gnocca, per la precisione) Da quel magico momento l”homo sposatus” lascia la sua dorata gabbia di consuetudini e di certezze e comincia la sua metamorfosi. Il suo universo fatto di divani, di vistosi fuorigioco, di tagliatelle riscaldate e di accoppiamenti al sabato sera per decreto matrimoniale, implode e dalle sue ceneri nasce un ancestrale grido di vendetta: “Da domani, palestra!”. La camiciona a quadri antistupro da boscaiolo viene buttata e al suo posto arriva un lupetto nero, la bicicletta sgangherata viene sostituita da un mostro all-terrain a due ruote con cui si potrebbe scalare anche l'Everest in terza, dall'ultimo dei cassetti tira fuori una consunta “scheda allenamento” e la attacca al muro al posto del diploma da ragioniere, la moglie Meris viene colpita da un colpo apoplettico e medita di chiamare l'esorcista quando sente il suo pacificamente imbelle Verther declamare: ”Basta stare come dei cocali ad aspettare il niente davanti a Sanremo: domani sera iniziamo il corso di merengue!” Tempo tre mesi il leone marino spiaggiato diventa un ruggente leone palestrato con l'occhio spermatozoico: Verther è diventato un “f.i.l.f. romagnolo”. Verther comincia a portare a scuola i bambini vestito come un concorrente di Amici e col sorriso a trecentosessanta denti dà da dire a tutte: prof, mammine, bidelle, persino alle nonne sprint. Poi vende la Skoda famigliare e si prende una cinquecento cabrio rossa “tanto in quattro ci si sta lo stesso”, costringendo la famiglia a dimagrire per complessivi cinquanta chili; infine arriva l'estate e si mette a giocare a beach tennis con dei manzetti ventenni rischiando ripetutamente l'infarto. Diventa splendido e ciacarone e qualche occhiatina femminile comincia a prendersela per davvero, fino che la Debora con l'acca, nota Fata Putena quasi pentita ora madre di tre figli, gli dice: “Ascolta Verther, mi accompagni a casa dopo la palestra domani sera che ho la macchina dal meccanico?” Verther è fedele ed ama la famiglia ma dentro di lui sente un ribollimento inarrestabile, un gran armescolo nei boxer e una voce demoniaca che gli ripete il mantra: “a useal dur, uns rasona!”. Così si prepara ad andare in palestra tutto figo, farcito di testosterone e ripieno di zucca gialla, mentre sta per uscire a far danni, rincasa la Meris con una notiziona: “Poveretto Valter, te lo ricordi? Ha fatto un cornino alla Chiara e hanno divorziato.. Oh, lei si è presa tutto! Persinenta la macchina e la moto: ti ricordi che aveva il Ducati? Adesso va in giro col ciao...Oh, scusa, ma te hai fretta! Dai, vai in palestra: per dopo ti lascio due tagliatelle!”, Verther: ”Pensavo di andarci, ma mi sa che ad fura c'è un gran freddo... Poi stasera c'è quark: copertina, un birrino per me e una tisanina per la mia Fata Spôsa: e chi ci ammazza!” Così come è nato, all'improvviso: il “f.i.l.f. romagnolo” all'improvviso svanisce e ritorna l'“homo sposatus”.

Roberto Casadei  · Riccione, Emilia-Romagna ·

[rockzone]

Gig Guide: 17 - 23 Jul 2019

Wednesday, July 17, Mushroomhead at Gorilla, Manchester. From Cleveland, Ohio, combining metal, rock and atmospheric elements. Comparisons to Pantera, Faith No More and Pink Floyd. Friday, July 19, F.I.L.F. at The Spinning Top Bar, Stockport. Described as four rotting corpses and a pot-bellied pig, with an evening of political incorrectness and classic musicianship. Saturday, July 20, 80s Smash Hits On The Pitch at Stockport RUFC, Stockport. Featuring Toyah Willcox, Martin Kemp, Odyssey, Hazel Dean, Tight Fit, Sonia, Kelly Wilde, Wiggy (from Hitman And Her), Funky Town, Hassle & more. Saturday, July 20, Bursters at Club Academy, Manchester. Korean rock quintet with a heavy and emotional sound. Sunday, July 21, Kyla Brox at The Crystal Ballroom, Glossop. Winner of the UK Blues Challenge 2018 and daughter of cult blues figure, Victor Brox. Monday, July 22, Naked Giants at YES, Manchester. Famed in Seattle for their energetic live shows, now members of Car Seat Headrest’s newly expanded 7-piece live band.

* To avoid disappointment, you are advised to check with the venue before travelling to any of the Gigs mentioned above.

* Alan Ovington’s Rock Zone Podcast is available at www.wearetameside.co.uk/podcasts/the-rock-zone

[franks-unholy-confessional]

i want to suck on franks fingers so bad please im dying to. literally anything with his fingers i love his hands so much put them in me on me hurt me with them squeeze me i dont give a FUUUUUCK

Anon I so thoroughly agree with this sentiment.

In general I’m such a hand person, and physical affection is so far up my alley.

But thinking about Frank’s fingers will quite literally be one of the main reasons for my admittance into hell. The thought of him working me up torturously slow, fucking wrecking me before we even really get started? His fingers would feel so thick and perfect, he could for sure just get me off over and over with them alone.

Imagine Frank just bending you over the bed and getting his mouth on you only to replace it with his fingers, stretching you out and filling you up. Getting you so far gone just on his fingers that the only thing you can manage is to whimper and gasp, shaking like a leaf after each orgasm. The absolute filth that’d be pouring out of his mouth. Telling you how fucking hot it is to watch his fingers disappearing into you, how good you are at fucking yourself on his fingers, what a desperate whore for him you are that you’ll come just from them working inside you.

I fucking love his goddamn hands.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

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[franks-unholy-confessional]

this isnt even that unholy but god. usually im alllll for the kinky shit but the things i would give for just sweet loving married sex with frank rn ugh i know that man is capable of being ssososo sweet and passionate

Very much same Anon.

Like not even grand gesture romantic anniversary sex, but that sex on a Thursday evening that starts after the dishes are done and put away. The doors are locked for the night and you’re in bed reading when Frank comes into the bedroom and kisses your temple before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

That sex on a Thursday evening where Frank takes your book and places the receipt back in it to hold your place before setting it on your nightstand. Guiding you to lay down as he moves to press against you, kissing you slow and sweet. Building up to gasping moans and whispered names. Frank sinking into you or riding you or visa versa. Not going fast and hard because it’s been a fucking day. Instead, rocking against each other, Frank panting into your neck telling you exactly how much he loves you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, moaning low and pulling him closer, turning him to kiss you. Coming hard and feeling him come against or in you.

The soft whispered i love you’s and the tired bickering of who’s gonna get a washcloth.

Finally falling asleep curled into each other.

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds really nice.

-ChronicArsonist🔥

[franks-unholy-confessional]

Have an Evening Confession~

Here’s a thought that runs through my mind much more often than is conventionally necessary.

Frank’s behavior and activity level during ProRev? What if he had a plug in. One of those remote control vibrating ones. Even with it off it’d feel so fucking good. Moving around on stage to his normal degree would have it right up against every fucking perfect spot, driving him crazy.

Then imagine being just off stage right and watching this all unfold? Clicking that remote, turning it on? Just fucking watching him drop at the sudden intense pleasure?

Maybe that’s why he was thrusting and grinding against his guitar. Maybe he was on the floor so often because his knees were just too fucking weak from you cycling through the intensity and pattern settings.

Fuck, it’d be such torture for him but i would bet anything that if it wasn’t his idea in the first place then he was more than open to the idea.

~ChronicArsonist🔥

[franks-unholy-confessional]

I FOUND A GIF OF FRANK SMOKING AND OMG HE COULD PUT THAT OUT ANYWHERE ON ME, BRAND ME AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO THANK HIM

So, I know we shouldn’t glamorize smoking and all that happy healthy horseshit. But Christ if Frank doesn’t look hot doing it.

I think it’s the visual of it.

Something in his mouth. Lips wrapped around it. The suction of taking a drag. His fingers. Holding it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue against the filter every now and then to steady it.

I definitely don’t have an oral fixation. Not at all.

—ChronicArsonist

[franks-unholy-confessional]

i need him to be rough with me… like.. i need him to put me in my place while we fuck! grab my face, slap me around, punish me if i’m being bratty.. the possibilities are endless really

Anon. Can you please get out of my head because I feel very exposed right now. Either that or we’re both just kinky whores, because fucking Christ I am very much here for this. This is a thought I have very often.

In my head, there’s a TPE (total power exchange) dynamic to whatever degree the mood strikes. Frank being in charge of everything. Frank being in charge of when I get off, if I get off. Maybe that strikes your fancy too, I don’t know.

Whatever you did, it was wholly unacceptable. Seeing Frank’s features darken, knowing you fucked up. Taking your wrist, grip on the perfect side of too tight, and pulling you into the bedroom and pushing you down on your knees. Telling you to explain exactly what you did and why it was unacceptable. What punishment do you deserve? Whatever he deems fit. Telling you that he’s going to fuck your mouth since you like to run it so much, three, maybe five slaps.

Would it really be a punishment though? Your jaw aching from being forced wide, your scalp tender from his grip being so tight, cheeks red hot from the sting of his palm hitting just right.

Frank telling you how good you took your punishment, how good you were for him, making him tell you again why you needed to be punished. Then picking you up and settling you so gently on the bed that the contrast makes your head spin.

Fucking you slow, and so fucking deep that if the punishment didn’t put tears in your eyes this certainly did. The absolute look of adoration on his face as he pushes you even closer to coming than you were before. Neither of you lasting long, both coming so fucking hard you can barely breathe.

I think the aftercare would be the best fucking part. Laying in each others arms sweaty and fucked out until you both can form coherent thoughts. All cuddled up hearing how good you are, how much he loves you, eating little snacks and sharing a bottle of juice between you. Falling asleep with your head against his chest while he reads your favorite book.

Is it just me? No? Yes?

-ChronicArsonist

[franks-unholy-confessional]

ChronicArsonist’s confession of the day:

Honestly the only thing i’ve been able to think of all day is having Frank’s dick in my mouth.

I honestly don’t even care to what capacity it’s in my mouth. Cock-warming, sucking him off, I literally do not care.

I want to hear his whimpers and moans as I work my tongue over his cock while sucking him down. I want to feel his fucking thighs tense and shake. I want to hear him groan when I tell him to fuck my face.

I want to feel fucking wrecked after, jaw aching, out of breath, so fucking ready to come if I haven’t already.

Just want Frank in my fucking mouth please.

[franks-unholy-confessional]

i think frank would be really fucking good at eating you out/sucking you off… and he’d really enjoy it too. especially like facesitting or facefucking he would get INTOOOOO IT.

I agree so so fucking hard.

Frank is definitely an oral guy (oral fixation who?).

He would probably come in his fucking pants just from having his face buried between your thighs and grinding against the bed. Letting you fuck his face, eating you out until you’re coming so hard you can’t breathe. Like you said, your cock, pussy, ass, he doesn’t give a fuck so long as he gets his mouth on you right the fuck now.

Moaning and whimpering against you, god he’d be such a fucking wreck. His mouth, cheeks, and chin fucking dripping??

Fuck, if that sight alone doesn’t push you over the edge, fuck all knows what would.

-ChronicArsonist