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— mithra yi.
tragedy's vessel.
immortal idol's secret account.
sneaky, obsessive manmade god.
touch with caution.
she brings no good, means no harm.
friends— old or new— as a way to say hello other than saying hello, reply to this note with a word of your personal pick & she'll send an excerpt your way. something for you to take home for the night.
my love, i want to be the ruin of every other longing you ever harbor. let my name fester beneath your tongue, let the thou… — you already took the best of me away and made it yours, what else could you want that isn't already yours? the marrow of my … revospring.net/@baccanals/a/…
Would love to have you bounce on it. — on what? your cute little clit? revospring.net/@baccanals/a/…
I want to use your mouth and watch your soft lips glide on my cock while i facefuck you in public as you rub your clit and … — i have a better idea. you and i, my basement. better than this, so long you'd part with your most vital organs pried open wi… revospring.net/@baccanals/a/…
more. more disgusting things. more of your raw truth. as mindless as telling her how your days have been, or a displaced yearning. revospring.net/@baccanals
writer's note: plots and banters are sought for, mature themes & nsfw alike. mithra is looking to delve into mostly everything, prior discussions are encouraged, so are spontaneous funtimes. feel free to impose your company unto.
it is pouring and tea's the last in her mind. would a coddling do? run her pads down your rising fines, mouth seeking for the next softest flesh. just right behind the ear where you listen best. then down the slope of things holier than xxxx, lips only slightly parted. cursed.
perhaps it is normal. you don't sound scared. mouth kept shut even when she begins lapping, hot muscle ran along the ridges of your collarbones, dragging a body to its burial. she swears this is her first time past dawn. hours are green with disgusting awe. someone owes her time.









