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[bullet-prooflove]

Water, espresso, tapestry for Bodhi from Tulsa King

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @kpopgirlbtssvt @tinyhandsnation @madisonbroxson1 

Companion piece to:

Ayahuasca - A bad trip at a wellness retreat brings you and Bodhi together.

Tantric - Bodhi and you have something truly unique.

Sunset - Bodhi reflects upon your relationship as you watch the sun set.

Sex Magic - Bodhi thinks about how far he's come since meeting you.

Journaling - Bodhi reflects on how he ended up in Tulsa.

You taste like expresso. A mix of dark chocolate and the subtle hint of almonds erupting on Bodhi’s tongue as he drinks down your pleasure. His kisses stifle the sounds of your lovemaking as they emit through the Zen garden, combining with the light trickle of water. His palm comes to rest upon the apex of your throat, squeezing just enough to make you see stars.  

“Bodhi.” You whisper against his lips and he knows he has you right there on the pinnacle of release. His hips surge harder, faster, hitting that perfect little sweet spot and your cunt starts to clenches around his cock, gripping it and that’s when it happens, that’s when you hit nirvana.

Nothing else exists in that instance, there’s just you and him entwined in a moment of pure unadulterated ecstasy as he spills his release inside you, filling you with his spent. His mouth covers yours once more, your hands combing through his hair as your thighs tighten around him, keeping him pressed deep.

“We’ve got to stop smoking the shit Jimmy gives us outside.” He mumbles into the hollow of your throat as you try catch your breath. “I’m about to get another fine off the home owners association, I can feel it.”

“We were covered with a tapestry this time.” You point out, your hands smoothing over the silken fabric, you were supposed to be airing.

“It doesn’t matter.” He tells you drowsily as you delicately arrange the material to cover his bare ass. “They’re fascists, they seek to ebb out everything that’s good in the world.”

“You’re being over dramatic.” You tell him but already his breathing is starting to even out, his body starting to relax as you lie there, tangled up together in the dimming light.

How apt, you think as you consider the name of Jimmy’s new strain, the one he created to help Bodhi with his back pain.

An Oklahoma Sunset indeed.

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[amrv-5]

Freaks and Geeks - "Dead Dogs and Gym Teachers"

[vertigoartgore]

Freaks and Geeks's pilot episode (1999) turns 25 today. Feel old yet ?

[queen-daya]

Every Shot of Michelle Jones (Part 9/♾️)

[demifiendrsa]

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves | “Time flies when you play D&D” ad

[whichcouldmeanothing]

Martin Starr · Party Down 1x06

[red-hot-moon]

Tom Wilson as Coach Ben Fredricks in Freaks and Geeks, ep. 14 Dead Dogs and Gym Teachers

[fromkenari]

I'm gonna need y'all to do me a solid and make this season finale spicier by making out.

[dutchessofcaladan]

Can someone start writing for Bodhi since rosielou94 is gone?

[did-i-mention-the-shirt]

He is so gender it's insane

[bullet-prooflove]

For Bodhi from Tulsa: past, drink, sunset

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @kpopgirlbtssvt @tinyhandsnation @madisonbroxson1 

Companion piece to:

Tantric - Bodhi and you have something truly unique.

The sun is starting to set and you’re sitting outside on the grass in Bodhi’s rock garden, head tipped back to the sky as you watch the dying rays cast their final glow amidst the darkness. Your hair falls loose across your shoulders, cascading down past the knot of that black croqueted halter neck you’re wearing. Your fingers thread through the plush greenery as you suck in a breath, drawing in through your diaphragm up before you exhale, letting the stress seep out of your form.

It’s beautiful to watch, that tension uncoiling in your muscles as you give yourself back to the earth.

Part of your methodology as a tantric practitioner is ridding yourself of your client’s toxins. Throughout the day you shoulder their burdens, helping them to achieve a state of peace and wellbeing, it’s in the evenings that you finally take the time to check in, to realign with yourself.

Sometimes being with you, it’s the only thing that keeps Bodhi sane in the madness that’s become his world.

The two of you had met during an ayahuasca retreat when he’d first come to Tulsa. He’d been looking something different, something to fill the void left behind from his time in Silicon Valley and he’d found you, holding back his hair as he vomited into a sacred vessel because you were smart enough not to drink the Koolaid being peddled there.

“If you want something gentler, come see me.” You had told him the next day, handing him a card advertising your services.

It’s a week later he finds himself in your studio practising tantric yoga, six months after that he’s in crying out your name to the stars as you give him the most intense orgasm of his life in the therapy garden of your studio.

“Is this something you do with all your students?” He asks you in the aftermath as he lies there tangled up in you staring up at the night sky. He’s never felt so serene or so at peace, at least not without a blunt in his hand.

“There’s only one I’ve made a connection with.” You tell him, your foot tracing over the ragged scar on his calf from a cycling accident back in San Franisco, the one that almost claimed his life. It had been the instigator to make a change, to do something more fulfilling instead of living like some vacant droid.

“Is this what you think this is?” He’d asked you, rolling onto his side so he could look into your eyes. “A connection?”

“You tell me.” You’d said, your fingertips tracing over his other scars, the ones that adorn his chest. “I didn’t just fuck myself in a therapy garden.”

Before the nights over you’re ruining him all over again and Bodhi, he’s hooked.

“Are you going to stare at me all evening?” You ask him in the present, the edges of your mouth tipping up into a smile. “Or are you planning on joining me?”

“Actually...” He says, lingering in the doorway with that heated look in his eyes. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me, I thought we could try out that Body Reciprocal Massage in the bath, make sure I have my technique down.”

“Oh.” You say, your cheeks flushing with colour.

You’re not used to being the recipient, you usually lead the charge when it comes to the more delicate aspects of your love making because Bodhi doesn’t want to fuck it up. Tonight though he wants to take a more proactive role in your sensual journey, to worship you like the goddess you are.

“Let me take care of you.” He says as he holds out his hand and you raise to your feet, taking it. “Let me give you the pleasure you deserve.”

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[longingquiet]

❛ YEAH, DRINK IT UP. BUT IT’S NOT GONNA CHANGE WHO YOU ARE. ❜

Dinfoyle being Dinfoyle — Silicon Valley, HBO

[transparentfishsludgebagel]

Bill Haverchuck portrait study

My fav character from Freaks and Geeks

[queen-daya]

Every Shot of Michelle Jones (Part 28/♾️)

[dolphs-darling]

Does anyone else have a total crush on Bodhi?

Cause, like, I fucking love him <3