#pulpeuse

[f007france]

[re-tire-une-carte]

[mydream-giulialola]

je cultive mon minimalisme

de retour je suis enfin dans le minimalisme vous souhaitez le devenir c'est le moment

[free-movie-s]

Movie:fiction pulpeuse

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[by-ng]

la Bouche

[giulialespoupeesrondes]

Bypias...une marque que j'adore

Bypias…une marque que j’adore

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid07oLB1yRUcwvARXu2R7vn8qesYiZEjimxdUwEfXeDRaXnyN5dvZh9eFR1AKFF2g6ql&id=444583408886568&sfnsn=scwspmo L’esprit #suedois j’aime beaucoup et cette marque particulièrement. J’ai déjà commandé cet hiver et j’ai été entièrement satisfaite. La coupe. Les matières sont top. J’aime l’esprit bohème et en même temps minimaliste c’est un complet pour moi.…

[eec-hezzaz]

Recettes pour avoir des belles lèvres douces et pulpeuses naturellement

[sabinerondissime]

Une de mes petites pulpeuses d'après les dessins de @sexyfation . Dessin aux feutres

[alheureoublanchitlacampagne]

je sais que mes lèvres te manquent et je sais

que mes lèvres te manquent aussi

et me manquent les manières

dont tu les nourris, et tu

me manques de la

manière dont je

te manque

aussi.

alors

je composerai

avec mes rancœurs

et ma fierté et leur dirai que

je ne t'en dirai rien. et je laisserai

la rougeur pulpeuse te faire comprendre

qu'elles t'attendent à en crever, elles aussi.

[gerardlesudiste]

La pulpeuse actrice Hilary Duff.

[f007france]

[inlovewithregencyera]

Elmsworth House, July 4th, 1818

John: And that damn scandalous politician, Theophile Baxter! I will not be voting for that bloody liberal!

Elizabeth: Please dear, reduce your swearing.

Peregrine: I wouldn't say Baxter is completely liberal, John. Some of his policies are more conservative than liberal. I don't like him much either though so he doesn't have my vote!

Helena: *sighing* Must you always bring up politics during dinner, Perry?

Peregrine: No dear but-

Helena: I dare say, may we change the topic?

Ashley: I think Miles Bragg is a very good polit-

Helena and Peregrine: Oh shut it, Ashley!

Emma: What do you think of this muslin, Laurence? Does it make me look like a proper young lady?

Laurence: If you ask me about another damn "mouslin" or whatever the devil it's called I believe I'll go mad!

Emma: It's called muslin!

*Laurence sighs*

William: Mar-Dear Ms. Ramsbury. Are you enjoying your dinner?

Martha: Yes-yes. Quite well.

William: Capital!

Aurelia: I think your muslin is lovely Ms. Carew. Please disregard your dear brother.

Emma: Oh thank you, Lady Aurelia!

Patience: Oh yes, it's very lovely. I'm not sure why Mr. Carew hates muslin so!

Laurence: My apologies my dearest Lady...oh and Mrs. Ramsbury.

Aurelia: *whispering* Why are you looking at me like that? Are you cross?

Frederick: *whispering* Am I cross, "My dearest Lady.."? Perhaps I "je n'aurais pas à résister à l'envie d'embrasser tes lèvres pulpeuses et d'embrasser ta silhouette parfaite..." or whatever the hell he said.

Aurelia: Oh heavens, it worked.

Frederick: Whatever do you mean it worked?!

Aurelia: You paid no compliments to my hair. I thought you didn't notice it. I did it this way for you and you paid me no compliments!

Frederick: I noticed you and your pretty blue silks the moment you stepped into the drawing room. Had I not been engaged in conversation with your uncle, I would've gone and talked to you.

Aurelia: I'm sure of it. I still haven't received a compliment on my hair from you, perhaps I shall invite Mr. Carew to my birthday in four da-

Frederick: Dearest, sweetest, loveliest Lily. I love your gorgeous hair and how those little ringlets adorn your beautiful face. I love that style and if it makes you happy, I would wish you wear it more often. Not saying I don't like any other style you wear, but that one is my favorite so far. Is this good enough for you? Please know that I sincerely mean it.

Aurelia: *blushing* More than good enough.

Frederick: Now will you stop giving that scoundrel any ounces of your attention and affection?

Aurelia: I shall try.

Aurelia: *giggling* I shall be cordial with him. It is the polite thing to do. You're also a fool if you ever think Cornelius Grey would allow one of his daughters to marry a second son! Let alone an atheist. I'm sure he will invite you to stay with us in Brindleton at Paelford.

Frederick: *laughing* I hope he does. But you tease me too much. You enjoy vexing me.

Aurelia: Admit that you like it when I vex you.

Frederick: I only like it when I do not have the urge to rip someone's tongue from their throat.

Aurelia: Frederick Worthington!

This grandiose dinner continued for the next hour until everyone was stuffed. Aurelia found herself mainly conversing with Frederick throughout this dinner, and no one paid them any mind. It was quite obvious to everyone in the room, including Laurence of the affection they shared, even if it was in modesty due to them being surrounded by others. Peregrine, knowing the coming events decided that the gentlemen would not smoke directly after dinner. Once the table was cleared of dinner and dessert plates, William Carew mustered the courage to arise to make a speech, with his wine glass in his hand.

William: Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed family and friends, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude. The warmth in my heart exceeds the glow of any candle that graces this room. Before we head to the drawing room, I must share with you a moment that has forever altered the course of my life. A fortnight ago, at the ball held by Viscount Markham, I dared to utter words that have forever changed the trajectory of my and Ms. Ramsbury's future. I asked a question that resides in the chambers of every romantic heart. A question that binds souls and weaves fabrics of destiny.

William: I inquired if she would be my forever partner in this so-called journey called life. I asked Miss Martha Ramsbury if she would be my loving, and faithful wife. I am pleased to tell you she has happily accepted!

Helena: Oh my goodness! My dear girl is to be wed, how wonderful! I shall have to ask my dear brother if you two may tie the nuptials at Auglire! Oh Peregrine, how blessed are we!

Peregrine: *in between tears* Yes, quite blessed my dear!

William: To love, to friendship, and to the uncharted seas of me and my dear bride's shared future-cheers!

Everyone in the room stood, and the room was filled with the clinking of crystal, followed by a chorus of heartfelt congratulations and well-wishes. The only one who didn't seem to wish the couple good wishes was Patience Ramsbury, who Aurelia couldn't help but notice her fake smile and discomfort.

Laurence Carew ordered nearby footmen to bring him a bottle of brandy.

Laurence: TO MY FUCKING BLOODY BASTARD OF A BROTHER!

Laurence: HAVE SOME MERRIMENT ON THIS JOYFUL EVE YOU LOT!

John and Elizabeth Carew let out a long sigh at how embarrassed they were by this son of theirs. But their annoyance didn't last long, for their firstborn and heir to their estate was to marry Miss Martha Ramsbury! At this moment, Aurelia realized who Laurence reminded her of. No other than that of Thaddeus Skeffington, a man whom she had a lot of disdain for. Despite her teasing Frederick to get him jealous, she knew she could never marry someone like Laurence. Laurence was more up to speed with her friend Villoria. Frederick was the only man she could ever see herself marrying.

Although she was happy for Martha, she couldn't help but wish she had a ring on her finger and a lace bonnet on her head to share Martha's bliss. How she wished she was Lady Worthington, Countess of Henford. Oh, how she regretted rejecting Frederick's proposal. Perhaps they even would have had babies by now had she accepted.

[au-jardin-de-mon-coeur]

Oser

L'atelier

Oser l'écrin d'écrire

Oser d'une plume suivre

La courbe latine

Des mots

Des lettres

L'adage voluptueux du Verbe

Être virgule

Pulpeuse

Déliés

Charnels

Jusqu'au spasme de poème

Et d'encre humide encore

M'éclore

# Marie

[eyestoheaven-rpg]

Sur Eyes To Heaven, vous trouvez trois groupes. Chacun se base sur les rêves et la chance, sur le destin et porte un nom assez révélateur. Comme on aime teaser à feu doux, vous trouverez plus bas ces fameux groupes. En espérant qu'ils vous plairont et sauront vous donner de belles idées.

Sweet dream — Âmes semblent être dénuées de l'emprise et nourries aux rêves artificiels. Iels ont les prunelles qui osent s’illuminer devant les teintes rosées du ciel. Chance au bout des doigts, soleil éclaire chacun de leur pas. Certains diront qu'iels sont né·e·s sous une bonne étoile, eux, affirmeront qu'iels se battent pour faire de leurs rêves, une réalité. Lucid dream — S’articulent encore entre l’ombre glaciale et la chaleur d’un astre, si conscients mais peu insipides. Iels sont de celleux qu’on qualifie de clair-obscur en se jouant du destin malgré les douloureuses conséquences. Tantôt éclairé·e·s par dame la chance, tantôt pris·e·s d'assaut par vile malchance. Il suffit d’un tressaillement pour que les étoiles s’étirent et articulent la véritable nature de leurs cœurs. Nightmare — Les encéphales dénués de larmes, iels plongent avec grâce vers les tréfonds d’une ombre opaque. Sous leurs seins, il reste encore une chétive lueur d’espoir, vite éteinte par le crépitement de leur virulence, de leur intrinsèque violence. Véritable chats noirs s'enfoncent vers leurs pire cauchemars. Iels n'y croient pas. Iels n'y croient plus. Entre pulpeuses scellées, mot chance frôle vocabulaire oublié, persuadé·e·s que leur unique destin est de subir morne existence jusqu'à la fin.

[carotta1]

#me #pulpeuse

[fesseeerotique]

"La Vénus Landolina est l'une des pièces maîtresses du musée Paolo Orsi. Au fond d’une salle, elle se dresse avec une grâce intemporelle, sa silhouette évoque la pureté et la sensualité en une parfaite harmonie. Vêtue modestement d'un drapé qu'elle tient de sa main gauche pour préserver la pudeur de son pubis, elle offre à la vue insolente son magnifique derrière dévoilé. Dans cette contradiction sublime, elle cache avec délicatesse son intimité tout en dévoilant avec fierté ses fesses, un hymne à la beauté éternelle et aux mystères de la féminité.

Dans cette parfaite exécution sculpturale, le marbre prend vie. Daphné aurait envie de tendre la main, de palper la pierre comme de la chair véritable.

Les reins captivent son regard, évoquant une beauté et une vivacité qui défient toute expression verbale. Une ligne fluide et pulpeuse s'étire de la nuque aux talons, dévoilant en chaque courbe toutes les subtilités de la grâce humaine."