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Vault Explore Fear Solea HDR

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I wore this pink shower-cap during my first session with a dominatrix.

The version with lace would have been greater, the fuchsia-colored seems nice

One of the most abundant and widespread carnivores that is very versatile and adaptable and has successfully colonized urban areas. When mating the male and female will lock as the fox semen is very slow moving and the male's penis needs to expand to stop the pair separating before ejaculation as seen here.

macro abstract art

My wife is fascinated by these massive ejaculations in front of her.

Angle Tarn - Wild Camp

Terra Nova Voyager

The Lake District

Cumbria

England

Angle Tarn is a lake in Cumbria, England, about a mile north-east of Hartsop. Located at an altitude of 479 m, with a maximum depth of 9 m. The lake is very distinctive in that it resembles a fish hook in shape.

It was forecast to thunder storm in the night. A severe weather warning had been issued. I decided to brave the elements and camp out anyway, I was after all a man of danger, right?

Only my second wild camp I had pushed myself and chosen an ambitious location. A friend had joined me late on and set up her tent just over the nearest hillock. We had said our good nights and bedded down for an early night after the arduous trek with the heavy bag. Tiredness shrouded my memory of the storm forecast and I ambled along into a dreamless slumber.

I woke suddenly, very late, in the inky dark facing my tent doorway which I had left open facing the tarn.

Flashes of an electrical storm sizzled all around and to my eyes widening shock lit up a tall shadowy figure seemingly stood right outside the fucking tent!

Wearing a wide brim hat and bandaleroes, he was stick thin and cut an intimidating figure.

I hesitatingly questioned..

"hello..? "

Discombobulated from waking into the storm.. A definite tremble in my voice accenuating my spike of fear..

"Hello?!"

I shouted this time. An escalating spiral of terror and unproportionaly intense desperation spuring my overly confident ejaculation..

He turned, way too slowly, almost creakingly, like a Sinbad skeleton, to look at me..

I woke with a start. Just before those eyes found mine.

I was facing the other way, in my vulnerable sheath of a tent.

There was no storm.

There was no ancient scarecrow.

The eerieness of the dream figure and isolated setting combined to deeply unsettle my soul. A sigh of relief involuntarily escaped my frozen lungs.

Far away the single crack of thunder left me with the hair on my arms fiizzling.

That was intense.

I worried, had I shouted out in my sleep. Had my nearby compatriot heard my dream cries?

Too vivid to be a regular dream, what had the spirit wanted to communicate?

Humbled by a real man of danger. These hills hold such secrets.

Today I am going to talk about Hazel's sex life! Oh yes, and fascinating it is too. The Hazel tree is monoecious, i.e. it has different male and female flowers on the same plant. The male catkins dandle down full of pollen ready to explode in a crescendo with the tiny delicate female flower receptive and all sticky ready to receive. In woods of birch and hazel if you are lucky you may see the spectacular ejaculation, a thick mist of pollen is released in synchronicity looking like fog enveloping the forest. The female ovaries then swell over the summer until autumn when the ripe fruit is ready to be plucked. So, here is the male catkins...................

1970 - 1980

I'm a young Crossdresser, T-gurl, Tranny, CD, Transvestite, what ever label you want use. I'm not Transsexual or Transgender and have no desire to live my life as a woman 24/7.

Only 70's I've been cross dressing in secret only for a short time.. My first memory of girly feelings was one night when my parents were going out.

I was fascinated to try my mom's makeup, eye shadow, lipstick etc. . I was excited about the outcome . When I looked in the mirror there was a pretty young girl looking back. I was hooked. As with many cross dressers I started young. Sneaking into my moms room and wearing her lingerie. I got caught once wearing her girdle, stockings and longline bra. Everything was resolved by her understanding behavior....

My need to dress has changed over the years, good old times, when the urge is very strong.

I love the feeling of women's tight pants, girdle, stay-up, panties, long bra and being girly, even if it's just for a short time.

I also quite like being a sissy whore or leather mistress at times, just a fantasy

70's — I'm not sure where my pants and leather fetish came from but I do remember it was from a fairly young age. When I was in junior school (10 -11 yrs old) I became interested in women who wore the fashion of that era, long tight women’s trouser. I imagined funny, that they were using them to arouse them sexually. The style of dress was resent, I suspected that something forbidden was associated with their use... my home, seamstress mother one by a customer zipper repair, blue stir-up long trouser and curiosity woke up and I dared to secretly dress. I tremble with emotional turmoil, what an exciting thing happens when I pull women pants in my feet ? I looked at myself in front of a large mirror and felt a strong erection after taking a few steps in high heels......quickly the pants got wet from ejaculation, only soft stroking (virtual masturbation) leads to an adequate amount of arousal and production of pre-ejaculatory fluid. The moment made a big impression, the world had changed for me since then and fetishism was born.

Yes, they're in a reproductive mood. But differently than you might think.

In flies, the female pokes her ovipositor into the seminal organ of the male; female is on the left in the photo, the male right. Once there, sperm ejaculate is forced into it, and she stores it until her eggs are ready to be ovideposited.

The Act is quite a feat: it usually takes at least 20 minutes and can last up to two hours. Ejaculative Time by the male is about 9 minutes. It has been claimed by entomologists that the time between those 9 minutes and those two hours shows that these Beasties enjoy what they're doing.

But I'm as much fascinated by the colors!

There are so many things I can imagine doing with those stockinged legs and feet. But whatever it is, it always ends with a powerful ejaculation all over her delicate nylons…

Street sign: ¨Masturbation produces: physical and mental exhaustion, headaches, nervous problems, sleep loss, premature ejaculation, impotence and aging. Come and we´ll teach you conscious and wise sex in order to have physical vitality and conserve your youth. Central Anael, Free courses¨. (street sign in Barranquilla, Colombia)