Ridingwild:

easilyaroused:

Salamander, Born in the sun-kissed flame. Who was it lit your candle Branded you with your name? I see you walking by my window In your Kensington haze. Salamander, burn for me And I’ll burn for you.

ridingwild:

“bring champagne” she texted

“the condo is ours

we need to christen it!”

little did he know when she buzzed him in

that she’d be offering him something other

than a glass flute to drink from…

britishtart:

Leggy legs.

somedayyillbeaprettytree:

these are real prostitutes..this is how they are suppose to look and function..look..that girl is smart enough to use an umbrella..

ridingwild:

she had quietly planned this evening

he was working late

and she was dressed to seduce

she intended to shatter every moral tenet

she could persuade him to try

in the perfectly kept aisles of the legal library

banging away against those startled stacks

of leather-bound fluster-thickened tomes

otherpeoplesprivatepics:

Here you go, todays pictures :)

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easilyaroused:

When in doubt, wear red.