Hesitation leads to Disaster

Hey! Did you know:

• sex is okay
• so is masturbation
• watching porn won’t make you impure
• one night stands are okay too
• having sex with multiple people doesn’t make you a slut
• even 3-somes or group sex and orgies are a-okay
• sex with the same gender is alright
• not having sex doesn’t make you a prude
• your body your choice no matter your gender
• shaming other people for who they have sex with, how much they have sex, and even their kinks make you NOT okay!

(via showmeyourdirtyface)

nicotinehearts:

omigawdmatt:

racheyzane:

do you ever look at somebody and wonder how they moan during sex

no but thanks now i have a new habit forced upon me whenever i go out

i think about this post at the most inappropriate times and it has ruined my life

(via heypattyy)

Super Smash-ster

Once the game begins

Your fate is already sealed.

It doesn’t matter which character

You choose; I know them all.

No strategy is unfamiliar,

There are no tactics that will save you.

The match commences,

I take the lead.

Start with teasing you,

Fluttering to avoid your noble attempts.

Once in a while, I sneak in an attack;

This is to spark your aggravation.

You accidentally string together a combo,

A grin stretches across your face.

A couple thumps later and you’re on top,

You love the feeling of power.

Now you’re in the lead,

Despite your lack of experience.

You knock me off the stage,

A cry of triumph escapes your pursed lips.

It is all an orchestrated illusion;

I have never been in danger of losing.

I leap back towards the stage,

And knock you onto your back.

I am done toying with you;

Now it is time for your demise.

Dish deep wallops that stun you,

Your grin fades away.

Now I start to pound you mercilessly,

Whipping your contorted body across the stage.

I go for the K.O.

My strike is furiously relentless.

Your lips quiver and your legs tremble;

You did not expect such intensity.

You mouth gapes and makes a muffled moan.

With widened eyes, you concede defeat.

But the game is not over, my dear,

You still have a couple of lives left!

You frown in displeasure,

But you do not put down the controller.

I lather, rinse, and repeat with fresh maneuvers,

Until you are incapable of playing.

You look frustrated

From being foraged so ferociously.

I smile at your flushed face,

For I foresaw your finished future.

You are sensitive and your exhausted body shakes,

Yet you willingly marvel at my super smash skills.