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Sweet dreams and naughty nightmares Photo by Hunter Thomas

Sweet dreams and naughty nightmares
Photo by Hunter Thomas

2020-10-29 03:22:32 +0000 UTC View Post

Shots from my fan dance performance. This is my favorite act..

Shots from my fan dance performance. This is my favorite act I have developed and one I have performed and had photographed several times. 💗

2020-10-29 01:52:48 +0000 UTC View Post

Good morning. I’m back

2020-10-28 17:05:24 +0000 UTC View Post

Fresh hair 😻

2020-10-27 03:44:36 +0000 UTC View Post

You may have seen that viral Amazon review for Tracy’s Dog, ..

You may have seen that viral Amazon review for Tracy’s Dog, a sex toy with allegedly almost super hero abilities to make you cum. I purchased one and decided to see what al the fuss is bout. It locked on my clit with its powerful sucking and rendered my movements uncontrollable as it pushed me into a huge orgasm, pictured here. You can see the smile on my face when I was finally able to turn it off in the next pic! I was giggling. It was fantastic

2020-10-26 22:47:19 +0000 UTC View Post

Sneak peak at the props for photo sets I’m working on!

2020-10-26 18:12:24 +0000 UTC View Post

I love guns 💗

2020-10-26 17:25:10 +0000 UTC View Post

Good morning

2020-10-26 15:27:22 +0000 UTC View Post

Sweet dreams. Reminder, tonight at midnight subscription fee..

Sweet dreams. Reminder, tonight at midnight subscription fees will be applied 🖤

2020-10-26 02:26:13 +0000 UTC View Post

2020-10-25 20:59:19 +0000 UTC View Post

Missing the beach in this cold front

2020-10-25 18:13:32 +0000 UTC View Post

Wine can conceal a sordid room In rich, miraculous disguise,..

Wine can conceal a sordid room
In rich, miraculous disguise,
And make such porticoes arise
Out of its flushed and crimson fume
As makes the sunset in the skies.

Opium the infinite enlarges,
And lengthens all that is past measure.
It deepens time, and digs its treasure,
With sad, black raptures it o'ercharges
The soul, and surfeits it with pleasure.

Neither are worth the drug so strong
That you distil from your green eyes,
Lakes where I see my soul capsize
Head downwards: and where, in one throng,
I slake my dreams, and quench my sighs.

But to your spittle these seem naught —
It stings and burns. It steeps my thought
And spirit in oblivious gloom,
And, in its dizzy onrush caught,
Dashes it on the shores of doom.

— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (transition from original French text)