No fisting, you say. Anything else you object to?” he asks softly.
I swallow.
“Anal intercourse doesn’t exactly float my boat.”
“I’ll agree to the fisting, but I’d really like to claim your ass, Anastasia. But we’ll wait for that. Besides, it’s not something we can dive into,” he smirks at me. “Your ass will need training.”
“Training?” I whisper.
“Oh yes. It’ll need careful preparation.

Fifty Shades of Grey, p. 186.

just some normal talk with my normal boyfriend. the ole’ ball and chain as they say! talking about fisting and claiming people’s assholes. normal couple stuff.

(via 50shadesofsuck)







[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

rrevolver:

bigballbubblehead:

the more you watch it the funnier it gets omgsagdsassdgas

dying omg hdusijkos

(Source: asstralian)



alcoholicgifts:

kanyelujah:

-bobella-:

curiousgeorgiana:

ebullientefflorescence:

thegirlwiththebaddragontattoo:

level55:

sleepysketchu:

movingconstantly:

justastupidhoe:

sageofmagic:

… Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.Hilda looked at him expectantly.“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”But her bed was empty.Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

this is so terrible

I want so bad to make a dramatic reading of this

I lost it at throbbing meat wand omg

what.

i want this on my blog forever holy shit
holy
shit

How in the hell did this get published?! Oh my gawd. That has to be one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. 

Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.

Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside 

Y’all I can’t I died

this is why we need sexual education.

This is the greatest thing I’ve ever read.

alcoholicgifts:

kanyelujah:

-bobella-:

curiousgeorgiana:

ebullientefflorescence:

thegirlwiththebaddragontattoo:

level55:

sleepysketchu:

movingconstantly:

justastupidhoe:

sageofmagic:

… Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

this is so terrible

I want so bad to make a dramatic reading of this

I lost it at throbbing meat wand omg

what.

i want this on my blog forever holy shit

holy

shit

How in the hell did this get published?! Oh my gawd. That has to be one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. 

Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.

Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside


Y’all I can’t I died

this is why we need sexual education.

This is the greatest thing I’ve ever read.



supcakes:

God bless this man.

supcakes:

God bless this man.

(Source: thedailywhat)



andrew-warhola:

imrickmercerbitch replied to your photo: my mom has always been one to ask the hard hitting…

they dont mention pooping either…

Right? I don’t believe that no one EVER had to take a shit in the middle of the games.

She could have made one of the tributes die by getting caught off guard while dumping.

“Soundlessly, I watched from my perch in a nearby tree as Foxface emerged to crouch behind a bush and dropped trou. After a moment, I realized she was pooping and that this was it. Her moment of vulnerability. With some hesitation, I strung my bow and shot an arrow. It lodged itself in the column of her throat and she slumped over in her own feces. Dead. I swallowed the bile in my throat and heard the cannon sound in the distance. Only Cato left.

YOU’RE WELCOME, SUZANNE COLLINS



thelilnan:

OH MY GOD
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


gross sobbing.gif, etc

thelilnan:

OH MY GOD

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

gross sobbing.gif, etc



gnate1:

ayemceee:

He already is Skinner

And he’s still not happy.

gnate1:

ayemceee:


He already is Skinner

And he’s still not happy.

(Source: mistytrailsofhope)



More teasers from Sherlock Australia

adventurousminx:

Holmesy: Oh, so you meant fuckin’ dense in a nice way.

Jonno: You, rippin’ off me kit in a dark pool. They’re gonna say we’re poofs.

Holmesy: They can go fuck ‘emselves.

[Sat in Parliament House. Holmesy is wrapped in a sheet, apparently naked]

John Watson: Commando?

Sherlock Holmes: …Yep.

John Watson: Sweet.

Mikey: We’re in Parliament House, the heart of Oz. Holmesy, put your bloody dacks on.

Holmesy: Where is she?

Jonno: Where’s who?

Holmesy: The sheila…that sheila.

Jonno: What sheila?

Holmesy: The sheila. The Sheila sheila!

First installment: Sherlock Australia.

Original idea: loversinleagueagainstmoriarty



Best SOPA post ever





tlyudacris:

hyliam:

A video montage of Nicolas Cage losing his shit, played to Requiem for a Dream.

Magnificent.

if you do not love this

you deserve genital cancer

ALL OF THE OSCARS



thedailywhat:

Spoiler Alert of the Day: The awkward Voldemort hug scene from HP7 pt. 2 receives its inevitable remix.

[leighway.]

(Source: formerlyleighway)



Sherlock Unofficial Soundtrack Master Post

johnhwatson-:

Sherlock Theme

Sherlock Theme Full

Sherlock Theme by The BBC Orchestra | Ringtone *

Sherlock Holmes’ Theme

John Watson’s Theme

221B Baker Street

The Chase

Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson

The Blind Banker

“I am on fire!”

Credits

Pilot Intro.

* I just threw the ringtone in for kicks, because I have it so why not, but it was made for an iPhone (.m4r format) so I’m not exactly sure how it will cope with other devices, sorry!