Hey, uh, yeah. I did some things for a class and ended up with extra prints so imma give some away. It’s really simple and straightforward. I guess just like and reblog this photo post and I’ll pick two people at some point soon. Like in a week or two. Yeah. Nobody’s gonna participate but uh you should. They’re on 11x17 tabloid paper and the actual piece is scaled down 80% so they’re like 9”x13.5”. They’re not like super professional or anything, just some art shit from school. But yeah, you can have one maybe! You should do it bc it’s free.
Great moments in American television history.
Dozens of Saudi women took to the street today to demand their right to drive. Go, ladies!
she crushed lmaoo
you know you shit if jasper ain’t what your nasty ass
How long had it been since he’d been home? Home, it was always a funny word to Stephen as it implied a particular structure where in one resides, but to him home had always been a collection of houses and businesses that formed the small town where he grew up. He hadn’t lived here in fifteen years. After highschool, he went away to college and never looked back and yet here he was sent back home because his business finally intersected with his roots. He was only here for a few days and nights and he hadn’t talked to anyone from the old neighborhood since he left. When he left, he cut ties for bigger and better things and yet still, he missed ‘home’ from time to time.
His first morning back in town and he just couldn’t resist heading to the coffee shop he knew in highschool. It had the best brew in town and in all his travels he’d had some fantastic coffee but still, nostalgia always made him think of that one little shop. As he stood waiting he looked around the shop. So much was different and yet it still had that same charm. The faces were new and he felt a twinge of sadness. ‘You can’t go home again’ he thought to himself cynically. His eyes then landed on a face, a beautiful familiar face.
Gone was the fresh-faced look of the teenage girl he’d taken to prom. It was replaced by the matured beauty of a thirty-something woman with lush curves and an attractive self-awareness. She sat staring into her cup of coffee for a moment, a sadness on her face until she felt the gaze on her and turned her gaze towards Stephen. Her expression went from casual attraction to slow disbelieving recognition which resulted in a warm, radiant smile. He stood, transfixed by the image of her until the barista got his attention to hand him his coffee.
He approached the table, coffee in hand and smiled down at her, “Cassidy.” he said softly. He didn’t expect to see her there and there was no one else that reached into his soul like her. They were lovers in high school and lost their virginity together after homecoming in their sophomore year. No, he would never forget her.
“Hello, Stephen.” She replied and smiled warmly. “It’s been a long time. You look good. What brings you back to sleepy-ville?” Just as he would never forget her, she had the memories of him, of them, indelibly seared into her mind as well. Stolen nights of passion, fumbling awkwardly in the back seat of the old beat up impala that he had and days spent cutting class, when her parents were at work, making love in her bedroom and then having to wash the sheets before her mom got home. There was no hiding that smell, the scent of their lust.
‘Sleepy-ville’, how long had it been since he heard that nickname for their hometown? His smile broadened and he chuckled softly, “Work. My company’s looking to buy that old paper mill and turn it into a working factory again.” He motioned to the chair across from her. “Can I join you?”
She nodded. “I’d like that. The old paper mill, huh? Wow, that place hasn’t been used in years.” She blushed prettily, “well at least not used for work anyways.”
The memories flooded back of the two parking there one night, taking the big flannel blanket he used to carry in the back seat and sneaking into the mill on a dare. It was haunted, the kids said. You could hear the ghosts of those who died there, was the story. That night, the only moaning and screaming he heard came from the two of them as they fucked like there was no tomorrow. He slipped into the chair and for almost a minute the two just looked into the other’s eyes in a very comfortable silence forged from so many shared memories. Finally he spoke, “So how’ve you been, Cassie?”
She shrugged her shoulders gently “I’ve been alright. Good job, great friends, failed marriage, you know, the usual. About what you expect for life in sleepy-ville.” The years had weighed on her spirit but sitting there now, with him, she felt much of that lift.
He sipped his coffee and listened to her gloss over her life. He always wanted happiness for her, but then again, sometimes, things just aren’t meant to be.
“What about you, Stephen? Did you head out and do great things like you wanted?” Her tone carried as much in the way of hope that he had made it as it carried hope that perhaps he still hadn’t found what he was looking for.
“I suppose in some ways.” He began, “Great job, travelled the world, got to see all the places I always wanted to see, but, like you, failed marriage though unlike you, not-so-great friends. So, I’ll call it even.”
She got the answer she wanted, but she still didn’t like it. As much as she wanted that part of his life, the relationship part, to be empty, she still hated that he wasn’t happy. No matter what, she always held a soft spot for her first lover. “That’s too bad Stephen, I know you always wanted the good marriage and kids thing. Guess that’s tough with world-travel. Though, there’s still time.”
“Yeah, I guess. My travel days are behind me now. I’d gotten involved with the boss’ daughter and thought life was great until I came home early and found her fucking my best friend.” His laugh was bitter though accepting. It was over and done and the irony of giving up everything for a career that would devastate him personally wasn’t lost on him. It still didn’t mean he had to like it.
“Ouch.” She winced and sipped her coffee. Her tongue peeked out just long enough to sweep a stray droplet from her lips before disappearing. “Funny though, the guy that I had married had taken to banging his secretary every day during his lunch break. I walked in on her bent over his desk looking at our wedding picture and him telling her that I didn’t excite him anymore.” She was still furious over it but was trying to get over it. It didn’t matter that it was a year ago, it still hurt.
Those lips, he had always loved those lips. He found himself reaching out before he even realized what his was doing, his thumb brushing lightly over her lower lip as he wiped away an imaginary drop. When he touched her it was as if he snapped back to reality and his eyes widened. “Um… oh, wow, sorry.”
When he touched her though she felt that familiar jolt of electricity arc through her body. Her lips pursed and kissed his thumb as her eyes remained on his. “Don’t be sorry. It was nice. Thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve been touched by someone that actually cared.”
His heart broke for her. He remembered the night when they split, the anguish they both felt but he had thought it was over and she didn’t do anything to change that opinion. There were mistakes on both their parts and their lives pulled them in opposite directions but still, it felt like yesterday. Something in the way she said that last part though just called to him and so he leaned across the small table. It was a chance, but he had to take it.
She saw him lean forward and her heart skipped a beat. She leaned in and the two met, their lips joining for a long, slow and tender kiss. She didn’t even know why she kissed him. No, she knew, she wanted this and with him it just seemed perfect. The betrayal during her marriage had left a mark on her soul and made her feel somehow undesirable. The electricity between them somehow begun to heal those wounds and it excited her. She felt that old familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach and felt her sex constrict with a need she didn’t even realize she had. When their lips parted she let out a shuddering breath. “When is your meeting today?’ she asked softly, her eyes opening and meeting his once more.
“Not until this afternoon” he said with a sly grin. That one kiss opened the floodgate within him. He remembered the times they had in their youth and imagined for just a moment a repeat of those times. He also felt that same tightening if his balls and the first twitches in his cock as his arousal began to build.
“You staying close to here?” Her question now reflecting a stronger need, wanting to get some place more private.
“Not far. The rental’s outside and I’ve got a helluva suite at the hotel.” He couldn’t believe that it was going this way, but he also wasn’t fighting it.
“Shall we?” she said as she rose from her seat.
They weren’t even moving in the car before she reached over from the passenger seat and cupped the growing bulge in his pants. “I seem to recall that you were always far better the second time through, once you got that first load out of the way.” Her hand massaged him through his slacks as she teased him.
He let out a groan followed by a soft laugh. “Well, we have the time, so I guess we’ll find out when we get to the hotel.”
Cassidy had other ideas and worked to quickly unfasten his slacks. Her hand slipped inside and pulled his stiff shaft free. “Mmmm. There’s a sight for sore eyes. Why wait?” Her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, gripping him possessively and stroked him as he drove, working in an increasing rhythm. Her clenched hand pushed all the way down so that she massages his balls as she worked him. She knew she’d have him in no time and leaned closer to him, moaning into his ear. “I’ve never tasted anyone as delicious as you, Stephen.” She could feel his body tighten as her words pushed him that much closer to the edge.
“Oh God.” He stammered and felt his climax rushing forward. She unfastened her seatbelt and shifted to lean over the console, her lips closing around his thick crown and sinking down over his shaft. Her mouth was warm and so wet. Soon, soft damp suckling sounds filled the car. He remembered quickly how she was always so good at this. She worked him with her mouth, her teeth grazing every once in a while against his flesh. She knew he loved that in their youth, and she doubted that had changed. With each plunge onto him he felt the back of her mouth and beyond into her throat. Her rhythm increased for the final few pumps before he gasped, losing the battle to fight his orgasm.
As she felt that hot jet hit the back of her throat she moaned and sunk deeply down his cock suckling every last drop from him and swallowing it down. How long had it been since she had truly enjoyed doing this to a man? In her mind she chuckled because she knew the answer. It was the night they split when they went at it for one last time.
As she felt him begin to soften in her mouth she sat up and tucked his cock back into his pants before wiping a thumb over her lips to ensure she got the last droplets. “there… now that that’s out of the way, you’ll be at your best when you fuck me.”
In the elevator ride up to the room, he grabbed her and pressed her back against the wall. He kissed her passionately, his hand reaching down to cup her ass and squeeze it tightly. They would have likely gone further but the elevator slowed and stopped, the doors opening with a ding. He pulled her out of the elevator and down the hall to his room. As soon as the door shut behind them he pressed her up against it, kissing her hard as they each fumbled with the other’s clothes.
Their kiss was wet, sloppy and fevered. It was as if they needed to make up for time lost. They broke the kiss only long enough to pull off those clothes that couldn’t come off while locked in their embrace. As she pulled his tie loose he grabbed her hand and the tie. With a dark gleam in his eye he used the tie and effortlessly bound one wrist to the other. She tugged at the binding then smirked at him. “Oh, ha ha. Alright funnyman, untie me.”
“No” he said flatly though his mischievous grin said everything else that he didn’t say. That smirk that spoke of plans he had for her. He grabbed her wrists at their binding and pulled her to the bed. With his free hand he grabbed the pillow and placed it so that she could be laid over it.
“What are you doing?” She laughed though her tone was trapped somewhere between intrigued, amused and worried. She laid there, nude, ass elevated slightly and wrists bound with her arms stretched out in front of her. Her red hair slightly covered her face as she struggled to look back at him. A hand on her back kept her in place. “Stephen, what the hell are you doing?” Again, she laughed.
His hand made a resounding smack on her pale round behind and she let out a squeal of surprise. “Hey! That stings.” Again his hand struck her, this time on the other cheek. “Stephen,” She laughed and wiggled her ass at him playfully, “cut it out.”
His hand rubbed over the soft tender flesh of her backside and he grinned. “Do you want me to stop, Cassie?”
“I don’t know,” she flushed hotly, “I kinda like it.”
“Then shut up and enjoy it.” Again he spanked her, his blows picking up in speed and slowly in intensity. He squeals of surprise and slight pain quickly turned to sounds of pleasure.
She realized it then, she was dripping. His restraining her and spanking her like that, holding her down and utterly controlling her was arousing her in a way she never expected. She felt the heat on her ass and knew her cheeks were rose red. “God, Stephen, if I don’t feel you inside me soon I’m going to go fucking crazy.” She pleaded with him. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked her in a teasing tone.
She whipped her head around and looked at him. “Please fuck me.” She thrust her ass up in the air, offering her sex to him.
“Please fuck me… what?” He asked again, his tone changing slightly to a stronger tone. He saw the look in her eyes. She was confused and he leaned down, his hand fisting in her hair as he growled lowly into her ear. “Please fuck me, SIR.”
She let out a groan, something deep and purely feminine within her reveled in his words and his control. She’d never experienced anything like this and the more in control he was, the more she liked it. She tried to resist and he smacked her ass harder. She cried out, that one stung. He smacked her once more on her soft flesh and she finally broke. “Fuck me, please, Sir.”
If he hadn’t been rock hard before her words, that would’ve sealed the deal and he smiled. “Good girl.” He moved behind her and lifted her hips higher as he slipped between her legs. He pressed his crown against her wet slit and slowly worked it along up to her clit. He rubbed his head against her sensitive little nub and sent ripples of pleasure through both of them. When he finally entered her, it was hard and fast, pressing deeply all the way to her innermost wall. His hands gripped her hips and used her for leverage as he began working his cock within her.
When he called her a good girl, she felt a fresh gush of wetness. It shouldn’t have excited her that much, but it did, without question. She pushed back hard against him as he forced himself into her. The familiar way he filled her so fully pulled a groan from her. “Oh god, yes. That’s what I’ve needed.”
The two former lovers spent hours making love and holding one another. So much was familiar and yet they each brought some new tricks to their old repertoire. As they laid there after the third time in one another’s arms she looked at the clock and sighed. “It’s time for your meeting, Stephen. “
He nodded gently and sighed. “What if I said I didn’t want to go?” He looked down to her with such affection, a look like she hadn’t seen since they were young. “We don’t have to do this, you know.” His tone took a sad tone.
“Don’t we?” She said softly. “Do you really think this changes anything? You’re the one that fucked her, Stephen. You’re the one that lost faith in us.”
He looked down to her hand on his chest and smiled. “I did, and I was wrong. I was stupid Cassie and I’m so sorry. No more travelling and there will never be anyone but you. You’re still wearing the ring. It means you haven’t given up on us. I’m not the same man. Let’s give it a chance. If it doesn’t work, I’ll sign the papers. I love you, baby. Let’s give it another try.”
She met his gaze and saw the sincerity in his eyes. She couldn’t deny that she still wore the wedding ring he gave her and that she was still in love with him. She gave a simple nod then and rolled away. “I’ll call my lawyer and tell him we’re attempting to reconcile and so you won’t be there to sign the papers. I love you Stephen. Let’s not fuck it up this time.”
~ baroniansmythe.tumblr.com 2013
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IM LITERALLY ANGRY ABOUT HOW ACCURATE IT IS FUCK THIS THING ALL I DID WAS CLICK ON COLORS ??? HO W DOES I TKNOW FRICK
it’s so wrong on how accurate this was. it frightens me.
for real scary true.
This is creepy way too fucking accurate
I did not expect this to be so accurate.
Scary accurate …