DeDe DeylnnThis has become a pretty big trend for all items of clothing- from jackets, to jeans, vests shorts and even shoes.
We all know it can be expensive to buy the latest trends, so why not make your own unique piece?
All you need is:
1.Your desired piece of clothing
2.Pyramid Metal Studs (can be…
A beautiful scarification piece done by John Joyce.
Wow this is some beautiful work!!!
(via mrsexsmith)
I’d like to have taken you out back, griping your fingers intensely, as they danced between mine, tracing circles through a maze of sweaty sticky bodies, down the rickety stairs, where it wouldn’t get any cooler, but would have made this hipster haven feel more like a punk dive place instead. There we’d have found one another breathing with lumberous tones, the beer left behind listening to whisperings, inclined to not have been the only thing acquainting us light headed, as we stand like before, trepidatious in a dance that is only serendipitous no matter the breath of time we allow air to fill the space between us, invading thoughts I’d have yet to display. We’d have smiled and giggled nervously until as our gazes fell on one another’s full form, creeping silence left to remain where everything moves but us, until like two beast at war we’d collide. Our tangled limps anxious to exceed our fevered expectations.
I’d have backed you further into that tiny hole in the wall, where the coat check door would naturally have concede had it not been for summers final arrival. Sweaty and musty of a full days work, I’d have licked a bit of you off your skin filling my nostrils with your fragrance.
Your body, your touch would be welcomed hungrily as it passed over unmarked skin, voluminous hips and breasts for you to embark upon. My own hands would be found scrambling on a lumberious journey of their own, scanning your body for signs of rebellious resistance, holding, pressing in with my chipped pinked polished nails, more connected as you unravel and respond. I’d have gotten lost in the reverie of your silent pleas, your body jerking away involuntarily and back willingly with your hips rising further to connect with my commanding legs.
I’d be swearing in my contempt to attempt to hold back, just a little, but continuously I’d think how I wanted to let my teeth break vessels in your skin causing alarm and shock, as cells panic to recover what they think they’ve lost. Ultimately, they’d end up confused by the bodies complexity and call to go ‘down there’ instead. I would’ve thought on how my nails could make better marks than those colored ones bared along your chest. You might smile differently after feeling it, even days after. Perhaps you’d get yourself off scaling across their tender strips, hoping they wouldn’t heal just yet.
I would’ve sworn in my contempt to attempt to hold back, and I’d have kissed you, letting reverent heat pass though swollen tongues electrifying spines. But I know it would have taken a hold of you too. That animalistic call. I’d been able to feel it in your chest. Your full hands would’ve gripped my hips more fully, beginning to let lust come in to control, as your hips made waves between my legs. Needlessly shy I’d become, yet my eyes would momentarily shift around the seedy space for captive we might have enticed, but only brief shadows would greet me along with shaking voices fading in the night.
I would have been surprised, pulled back swiftly from my caution by the strength of your grip sliding between my legs, holding my pussy like the weight of the world was just a slice of grass in your hands. I’d be so wet, leaking down, but it’d be hard to tell which was sweat and which was which. But you’d know and smile up at me with this look like you didn’t already know you had me. As if I wasn’t already yours.
And with that look, I’d have reached further behind you beckoning you closer to me, daring you to risk the threat of letting go, too, soon, as my hands crest under your ass lifting you higher and further into me. It’s here that our games would have slowed, and stopped, as nothing but persistent passion remained, each attempting to devour the other before the night was threw. Our eyes would swing closed, but we could still see one another behind sheeted eyes, as your lips and breath would come crashing into my neck and ill sanctified prayers would leak into my ears gratefully received. My own lips would’ve whispered back wicked words, begging you, reminding you of others, telling you to let them hear you, wanting you more venerable here in this dank corner where the our scent was sure to out do the smell of piss from but five feet away.
With a swiftness your hands would’ve flown down, breaking past my buttoned pants and into my slick pussy. I’d have to have held my breath, cause I’d know for sure I would have screamed out something profane, and you see this. But you don’t stop. Even as you would see that I’m not really breathing anymore, but holding, anticipating, waiting, not wanting to feel anything else, not even my breath, just your fingers fucking me into the wall bruising my shoulder blades in return. Your teeth would’ve descended upon my neck, wanting to break the silent threshold that held me in it’s hands, as your hips would connect with your hand protruding your phantom cock. I’d known you could feel it. You’d know I could too. You’d tell me. Ask me. ” Do you want me inside? ” and I’d breathlessly say “….yes!” and you’d fuck me harder than before, as my legs would rise straddling you, my breast slipping out of my low cut cotton shirt, your mouth instantly sucking and biting, leaving your marks instantly. I would’ve been done with being quite, as my own hands swim down your face kissing you hard before I smash them between your unbuckled belt, mearly holding my hand there at the height of your clit.
Our bodies would’ve been a complete mess as we rocked against one another, wet, sweaty, and sticky from our own juices, between soaky clothes. My clit hitting my own hand hoping you’d feel the vibration tingling through, sending your own off into fits of mania as you fuck me harder, our breaths grow short with eyes rolled back. I wouldn’t want to stop. I wouldn’t. But, for christ sake, I wouldn’t have thought I’d be able to hold off any more. My legs would wrap around you as I would attempt to find my words. Shaking in the way that is so venerable, almost as if tears would spring up any moment from pure desperation, and you’d say it. You’d say, ” Cum on. Do it.” and I’d have clinch down harder on your hand, leading your finger tips to, yes, that spot as my head would fall to your neck as I came hard, but you wouldn’t stop fucking me till you had it all. My teeth would probably have left yet another mark in an attempt to disperse my bodies lusty call and you’d still be fucking me. Cause your hand would be in just the right spot. My fingers still bracing your clit. You’d still be fucking me cause you could feel it surging in you and with my other hand I would reach for your hair pulling down hard…and you’d cum. Screaming. And I’d have smiled knowing full well that was heard.
We would have fell, clumsily down, bracing ourselves against the wall, looking for oxygen that just wasn’t there. I’d have smile and cleaned myself up a bit. It would have been much too hot to reach out hold on to you. Plus, anyway, the lights would have just come one. Friends would have come staggering downstairs. They’d have that twinkle in their eye as they looked my way, slapping you on your shoulder warmly, like the butch buddies you were, and up you’d go smiling, shaking your head, raising your shoulders, as a brief apology for these stranger’s enthusiastic intrusions. I’d would have taken a moment longer before I came up only to find you still outside. Alone. My mind might have rambled on fantasies of you taking me back home, of seeing that smile, and those bushy eyebrows early tomorrow morning. But you’d have handed me a slip of something and left me with a kiss to curl my toes. You’d have surprised me as I looked at the card on my way home to find not your number but a singular message instead:
8pm.
….and I would have already have known where……
……If I’d have taken you out back that night…..
*image by Issaquah Han
I’d like to have taken you out back, griping your fingers intensely, as they danced between mine, tracing circles through a maze of sweaty sticky bodies, down the rickety stairs, where it wouldn’t get any cooler, but would have made this hipster haven feel more like a punk dive place instead. There we’d have found one another breathing with lumberous tones, the beer left behind listening to whisperings, inclined to not have been the only thing acquainting us light headed, as we stand like before, trepidatious in a dance that is only serendipitous no matter the breath of time we allow air to fill the space between us, invading thoughts I’d have yet to display. We’d have smiled and giggled nervously until as our gazes fell on one another’s full form, creeping silence left to remain where everything moves but us, until like two beast at war we’d collide. Our tangled limps anxious to exceed our fevered expectations.
I’d have backed you further into that tiny hole in the wall, where the coat check door would naturally have concede had it not been for summers final arrival. Sweaty and musty of a full days work, I’d have licked a bit of you off your skin filling my nostrils with your fragrance.
Your body, your touch would be welcomed hungrily as it passed over unmarked skin, voluminous hips and breasts for you to embark upon. My own hands would be found scrambling on a lumberious journey of their own, scanning your body for signs of rebellious resistance, holding, pressing in with my chipped pinked polished nails, more connected as you unravel and respond. I’d have gotten lost in the reverie of your silent pleas, your body jerking away involuntarily and back willingly with your hips rising further to connect with my commanding legs.
I’d be swearing in my contempt to attempt to hold back, just a little, but continuously I’d think how I wanted to let my teeth break vessels in your skin causing alarm and shock, as cells panic to recover what they think they’ve lost. Ultimately, they’d end up confused by the bodies complexity and call to go ‘down there’ instead. I would’ve thought on how my nails could make better marks than those colored ones bared along your chest. You might smile differently after feeling it, even days after. Perhaps you’d get yourself off scaling across their tender strips, hoping they wouldn’t heal just yet.
I would’ve sworn in my contempt to attempt to hold back, and I’d have kissed you, letting reverent heat pass though swollen tongues electrifying spines. But I know it would have taken a hold of you too. That animalistic call. I’d been able to feel it in your chest. Your full hands would’ve gripped my hips more fully, beginning to let lust come in to control, as your hips made waves between my legs. Needlessly shy I’d become, yet my eyes would momentarily shift around the seedy space for captive we might have enticed, but only brief shadows would greet me along with shaking voices fading in the night.
I would have been surprised, pulled back swiftly from my caution by the strength of your grip sliding between my legs, holding my pussy like the weight of the world was just a slice of grass in your hands. I’d be so wet, leaking down, but it’d be hard to tell which was sweat and which was which. But you’d know and smile up at me with this look like you didn’t already know you had me. As if I wasn’t already yours.
And with that look, I’d have reached further behind you beckoning you closer to me, daring you to risk the threat of letting go, too, soon, as my hands crest under your ass lifting you higher and further into me. It’s here that our games would have slowed, and stopped, as nothing but persistent passion remained, each attempting to devour the other before the night was threw. Our eyes would swing closed, but we could still see one another behind sheeted eyes, as your lips and breath would come crashing into my neck and ill sanctified prayers would leak into my ears gratefully received. My own lips would’ve whispered back wicked words, begging you, reminding you of others, telling you to let them hear you, wanting you more venerable here in this dank corner where the our scent was sure to out do the smell of piss from but five feet away.
With a swiftness your hands would’ve flown down, breaking past my buttoned pants and into my slick pussy. I’d have to have held my breath, cause I’d know for sure I would have screamed out something profane, and you see this. But you don’t stop. Even as you would see that I’m not really breathing anymore, but holding, anticipating, waiting, not wanting to feel anything else, not even my breath, just your fingers fucking me into the wall bruising my shoulder blades in return. Your teeth would’ve descended upon my neck, wanting to break the silent threshold that held me in it’s hands, as your hips would connect with your hand protruding your phantom cock. I’d known you could feel it. You’d know I could too. You’d tell me. Ask me. ” Do you want me inside? ” and I’d breathlessly say “….yes!” and you’d fuck me harder than before, as my legs would rise straddling you, my breast slipping out of my low cut cotton shirt, your mouth instantly sucking and biting, leaving your marks instantly. I would’ve been done with being quite, as my own hands swim down your face kissing you hard before I smash them between your unbuckled belt, mearly holding my hand there at the height of your clit.
Our bodies would’ve been a complete mess as we rocked against one another, wet, sweaty, and sticky from our own juices, between soaky clothes. My clit hitting my own hand hoping you’d feel the vibration tingling through, sending your own off into fits of mania as you fuck me harder, our breaths grow short with eyes rolled back. I wouldn’t want to stop. I wouldn’t. But, for christ sake, I wouldn’t have thought I’d be able to hold off any more. My legs would wrap around you as I would attempt to find my words. Shaking in the way that is so venerable, almost as if tears would spring up any moment from pure desperation, and you’d say it. You’d say, ” Cum on. Do it.” and I’d have clinch down harder on your hand, leading your finger tips to, yes, that spot as my head would fall to your neck as I came hard, but you wouldn’t stop fucking me till you had it all. My teeth would probably have left yet another mark in an attempt to disperse my bodies lusty call and you’d still be fucking me. Cause your hand would be in just the right spot. My fingers still bracing your clit. You’d still be fucking me cause you could feel it surging in you and with my other hand I would reach for your hair pulling down hard…and you’d cum. Screaming. And I’d have smiled knowing full well that was heard.
We would have fell, clumsily down, bracing ourselves against the wall, looking for oxygen that just wasn’t there. I’d have smile and cleaned myself up a bit. It would have been much too hot to reach out hold on to you. Plus, anyway, the lights would have just come one. Friends would have come staggering downstairs. They’d have that twinkle in their eye as they looked my way, slapping you on your shoulder warmly, like the butch buddies you were, and up you’d go smiling, shaking your head, raising your shoulders, as a brief apology for these stranger’s enthusiastic intrusions. I’d would have taken a moment longer before I came up only to find you still outside. Alone. My mind might have rambled on fantasies of you taking me back home, of seeing that smile, and those bushy eyebrows early tomorrow morning. But you’d have handed me a slip of something and left me with a kiss to curl my toes. You’d have surprised me as I looked at the card on my way home to find not your number but a singular message instead:
8pm.
….and I would have already have known where……
……If I’d have taken you out back that night…..
*image by Issaquah Han
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