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Blue Cheeked Bee Eater
at Tallagang, Punjab, Pakistan
Canon EOS 7D Mark II
Canon EF 400mm f/5.6 L USM
@ f/5.6 1/1000 ISO 200
This Mess We're In · PJ Harvey · Thom Yorke
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqEVESq9eX8
Can you hear them? The helicopters?
I'm in New York, no need for words now
We sit in silence, you look me in the eye directly
You met me, I think it's Wednesday
The evening, the mess we're in now
(Oh-oh) the city sun sets over me
(Oh-oh) the city sun sets over me
Night and day
I dream of making love to you now, baby
Lovemaking on screen
Impossible dream and I have seen
The sunrise over the river
The free way, reminding of
This mess we're in now
(Oh-oh) the city sun sets over me
(Oh-oh) the city sun sets over me
(Oh-oh) the city sun sets over me
(Oh-oh) the city sun sets over me
What were you wanting? (What was it you wanted?)
I just want to say (I just want to say)
(Don't ever change) don't ever change now, baby
I'm begging, and thank you (and thank you)
(I don't think we will meet again) I don't think we will meet again
I really must leave now
Before the sun rises (you must leave now)
Above the skyscrapers (before the sunrise)
And the city bounce again
And comes into being (above skyscrapers)
Sweat on my skin, oh
This mess we're in
(Oh-oh) the city sun sets over me
Two ringlets (Aphantopus hyperantus) who were quite busy creating more little ringlets (ringlettes?).
The Khajuraho temple complex is a series of beautifully built and decorated buildings in Madhya Pradesh. Of the 85 temples originally built by the Chandela dynasty between 900 AD and 1130 AD, only 25 remain. Khajuraho has been designated as UNESCO World Heritage site and is highly worthy of tourist attentions. Yet what really sets Khajuraho apart from other temples is the numerous erotic carvings, both inside and outside the temple, that depict men, women, and even animals engaging in lovemaking, orgies, and bestiality under the benign smiles of divinities !!!!
Ho profumato il mio giaciglio di mirra, di aloè e di cinnamòmo. Vieni, inebriamoci d'amore fino al mattino, godiamoci insieme amorosi piaceri.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning, and together enjoy sweet lovemaking.
Proverbs 7:17-18
An old writing...dusting off my work and making it public again
From the Diary of Sabre
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I gradually become aware of a weight pressing me down into my bed of hay and lips pressed against my own...what??...what is going on?? I open my eyes to find myself looking into green eyes, and very familiar ones at that. At first I stiffen in fear remembering what he had done to me so very recently, how the killer instinct had taken control of him, but I can see by the look in them that violence is the last thing on his mind. I know that look oh so well, and the fear is replaced by desire and I return his kiss with a passion and hunger that I haven't felt for so long now....god, how I have missed this man, the scent of him, the taste of him.... I need to touch him, I have to feel the oh so familiar body beneath my fingertips. I try to lower my arms but find that they are still bound and he has them held prisoner above my head. This discovery only serves to inflame me even further and I feel the wetness between my legs. Since there is nothing else I can do to satisfy my need for contact...to signal my readiness for him....I arch my body towards his, pressing myself to him, and I can feel his hardness,....god I want him now....I begin to squirm beneath him....begging for it the only way I can at the moment, what with my mouth so delightfully occupied....
Thankfully he takes pity on me and rises and removes my pants and panties, which I notice had already been loosened....hmmm, he has been busy while I was asleep, I see. As soon as I am free of the offending garments I open myself to him....I have to have him and I am ready....now, damnit!!...I reach out towards him, to relieve him of his own "offending garments" I want nothing between us....but he pushes me back into the hay....returning to lie between my legs, he once again pins my arms above my head and his lips reclaim mine, leaving them only to gently bite my neck, my shoulders....now my whole body is on fire....nipples rock hard, so very sensitive to the feel of the lacy cups of my bra against them, I nearly explode when he softly bites one then the other.....I moan in pleasure and torment. I writhe in a most pleasurable agony....I have to have him in me...I grind my pussy against him....god I am so wet....my mind is screaming....now...now......
Just as I think I am about to go out of my mind, he rises up onto an elbow and tells me he has no protection "I trust you Daark. We've been in this situation before. You know I cannot get pregnant and I know you.... You won't take me this far unless you knew it would be alright" I am disappointed at the realization that he does not remember, but I hope that my continued use of his name will jog his memory....but who am I kidding, nothing will stop me now...I will have this man...at this moment, I would kill anyone who tried to interfere. He needs no more encourgement....no sooner than the words leave my lips, he frees himself from his pants and I am spread even wider as with one forceful, almost angry thrust, he drives himself deep into me, but not deep enough for me....no, I need more...so I raise my hips to meet his....oh dear god...I almost cum immediately, I have missed this man so. The moan that escapes my lips is animal like....I have no thought except the feel of him inside me, the slamming of his body against mine, the rhythmic movement in and out. I can tell this is going to be no gentle lovemaking, he is going to take what he wants, and at the moment I do not care. Since I cannot grab his ass to pull him deeper inside of me, I lock my ankles behind him to hold him in place as I feel the first spasms of my climax flow thru me....dear god....I forgot what it was like....why is it he is the only one who has ever been able to do me this way? His own climax soon follows mine and he collapses on top of me. We both lie there, bathed in sweat, hearts pounding, breathing slowly returning to normal.....sated for the time being......I cannot remember the last time I felt such utter contentment...such happiness...
"Birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love..."
== from the song "Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love" (1928), the first of Cole Porter's famous "list songs." *
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Phra luang phor Sawat was born in 1953. In 1970, he was a famous boxer in Northeast of Thailand. He has been 40 fights and defeated 4 times. Also, he has been studied the art of making efficacious amulet of charm, Takrut and Visha (magic) from 5 Guru Master from Combodia. He is currently 54 years old and entered the priesthood in 1968 at Wat PhaSaen Udom, Ubonratchathani Province.
LP Sawat whet, also called Tudong that is monk’s journey to Cambodia and deep jungle of Thailand to gather knowledge, build up good Karma. Having been in the priesthood for 15 years LP is highly revered by the locals of Ubonratchathani where LP now resides. LP has also gained much respect from both Thai and international amulet collectors.
Prai Jam Lang of LP Sawat has many experiences. Many Thais and foreigners want this amulet very much. Therefore, this amulet is valuable. Amulet’s appearance is very scared. Making amulet wait for 3 years.
According to LP Sawat, it is final batch. Thus, it is special batch. There are many holy materials following Prai Jam Lang’s formula.
Comes with a very special to chant for best effect,.
Prai Jam Lang was recited with LP Sawat’s power. Prai Jam Lang fills with 59-Pong Prai and Nam Man Prai. Also! It was recited by only LP Sawat by 3 nights at cemetery. It was recited all 3 months at temple.
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Throw off the societal shakles
disregard the medial duties
trample the demeaning chores
underfoot
underground
homeward bound
we see, we feel, we disbelieve
in seeing what we should be feeling;
the numbness of believing
disindividualised
dispersed
sensually reimbursed
a craving of the Soul
the heart on secret parole
bypassing resplendence
for the sake of desire
passion's fire
give a flame space to aspire
beyond reality's 'curtain'
behind refinements formality
the matter of fact sanity
giving credence to lust
entwining our trust
for love's ultimate thrust
you know you want to
it's the making of us all
the breaking of the fall
an illusion of lovemaking
in seclusion it's breathtaking
within seconds, so fate-tempting
come on! one last chance
redemption of the passion play
steaming to the senses
there's no letting go
one more throw
to strike a body blow
in your element within seduction's grasp
partaking souls for this sensual clasp
intoxicated by humanly need's own dwelling
a place for any and every delight
and just the silent play of light
sensuality needs no invite!
by anglia24
11h30: 01/05/2008
©2008anglia24
Originally released for Uber, October.
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The Madison Woodlands Cottage!
As summer draws to an end the time of cuddles by warm fires in beautiful mountain retreats has arrived! Enjoy the colours nature brings us this fall with floor to ceiling high windows and outside decking to snuggle on. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it!
Products in this picture:
[Tia] Madison - Woodlands Cottage
Designed in a modern swiss mountain cottage style. A living space which makes sure nature is never far from view.
Features ——————————————————————————
- Intuitive double decking space without being intrusive to the views.
- 6 doors, 3 are sliding to keep space usage down.
- Steel rope stairs to the top level with modesty low wall.
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- Cottage - 45 Prim
- Footprint: Depth 21m, Width 16.5m, Height 11.5m
[Tia] Madison - Jacuzzi - ADULT
Animations —————————————————————————
- 27 Solo sits & bathing animations
- 12 Couple cuddles & bathing animations
- 11 Threesome cuddles & bathing animations
- 3 Dominant/Submissive bathing animations
- 50 Adult couple animations
- 5 Adult threesome animations
Features ——————————————————————————
- Sits up to 3 people!
- 4 visual features you can enable/disable to set the mood!
- Soothing bubbling sounds to relax to!
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- Jacuzzi - 6 Prim
- Water & Bubbles - 1 Prim each
- Rose Petals - 2 Prim
- Candles - 3 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Deck Chairs & Fire - ADULT
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- 40 Solo sitting animations
- 11 Couple cuddle animations
- 30 Adult couple animations
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- Cozy sits and cuddles for the outdoors!
- Warm fire to sit by and share stories!
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- Chairs - 4 Prim each
- Fire - 2 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Fireside Lovers Rugs - ADULT
Animations —————————————————————————
- 25 Solo sits
- 7 Adult solo sits
- 34 Couple cuddles
- 84 Adult couple animations
Features ——————————————————————————
- Perfect warm animations for lovemaking and cuddling by the fire.
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- Rug - 3 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Hanging Bench - ADULT
Animations —————————————————————————
- 27 Solo sitting animations
- 8 Couple cuddle animations
- 63 Adult couple animations
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- Beautiful addition to any porch to spend time enjoying each other's company!
- Sits two people!
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- Bench - 8 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Animated Woodlands Trees
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- Five varieties of trees!
- Mix and match them to create your perfect private forest!
- Includes two trees with fall colours!
- Gentle wind animation bring these trees to life!
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- Tree 1 - 4 Prim, Tree 2 - 5 Prim, Tree 3 - 16 Prim, Tree 4 - 16 Prim, Tree 5 - 16 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Wagon Wheel
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- Rustic Wagon Wheel with light string, perfect to light up your porch or indoor spaces!
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- Wheel - 2 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Coffee Table
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- A re-purposed wood table to add an industrial look to outdoor seating areas!
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- Table - 3 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Fireplace
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- Click flames to turn sound on and off!
- Perfect for any home in need of a warm place to sit by!
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- Fireplace - 4 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Pond Lillies
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- Perfect for any pond!
- Add some green to your water with these beautiful plants!
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- Lillies - 2 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Pumpkins & Candles
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- Perfect for the season, these pumpkins & candles will add fall flair to your home!
- Animated candle flames with gentle wind animation.
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- Pumpkins & Candles - 4 Prim
[Tia] Madison - Light String - FREE GIFT
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- Beautiful string lights!
- Perfect for any indoor or outdoor space!
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- Lights - 2 Prim
Ladies and gentlemen, that´s the heartstopping, pants-dropping, houserocking, earth-shaking, booty-quaking, Viagra-taking, lovemaking...
Legendary E Street Band
Nov 29, 2007 #19
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
"Black. A Color which surreptitiously tingles even the most obliviously dormant crannies of your soul; to realms beyond the wisps of eternal eternity.
Black. A Color which triggers an unsurpassable inferno of hidden fires in your naked skin; indefatigably tantalizing your nimble shadow to forever blend with the celestially enamoring fabric of the night.
Black. A Color which inevitably magnetizes you towards even the most infinitesimal speck of your surrounding environment; irrespective of your indelibly vociferous denial to survive.
Black. A Color which engenders you to timelessly discover your ever-pervadingly unbridled creativity; as you ardently gyrate in the passionately undying fabric of the iridescent night.
Black. A Color which stupefies every conceivable patch of the whites of your eye; transfixes you into a state of timelessly eternal bliss; with nothing else but a cloud of everlasting sensuality as your sole savior.
Black. A Color which insatiably augments your desire to inexhaustibly proliferate; inundate every perceivable filament of earth divine with cloudbursts of your untamed virility; with none but amorphous darkness to discover.
Black. A Color which brings out the truest shades of your eclectically vibrant personality; at times unleashing the unfettered animal within you; as you ecstatically slaver and rollick on virgin mud; without a cloth to engulf your uncontrollably shivering skin.
Black. A Color which renders every pore of your impeccable flesh in unlimited bewilderment of the profound feel of boundless depth; transports you into an unending labyrinth of ebulliently perennial desire.
Black. A Color which forever rectifies even the most inconspicuous trace of inconsolably pulverizing misery; coalescing every form of torturous anguish in vicinity with a singleton shade of amazingly mollifying equanimity.
Black. A Color which indefatigably challenges the devil to appear again and again and again; only so that the spirit of triumphantly Omnipotent righteousness; overtopples it beyond dormitories of feasible recognition; everytime.
Black. A Color which forever annihilates even the most evanescent trace of your dolorously beleaguered shadow; encompassing every ingredient of your crimson blood with the undaunted tenacity to holistically survive.
Black. A Color which makes you fearlessly entwine your fingers with the intrepidly unknown; igniting the bonfire of unstoppable adventure in every conceivable corridor of your innocuously pious soul.
Black. A Color which perpetuates even the most extinguishing part of you to fantasize beyond the definitions of the extraordinary; discover the completeness of existence as the flaming Sun sinks well behind the Omnipresent horizons.
Black. A Color which makes you wholesomely forget every tangible idiosyncrasy of caste; creed; tribe or color; as all appeared symbiotically alike under the most celestially ameliorating carpet of the moonless night.
Black. A Color which knew no blazing victory or ghastly defeat; as even the most ethereal trace of war ceased with the descent of the marvelously royal night.
Black. A Color which metamorphoses even the most monotonously robotic part of you into the most seductively mitigating of poet; as you inevitably started to churn fathomless lines of divinely poetry; with every whisper and kiss of the night.
Black. A Color which makes you synergistically neutral to life and death; misery and effulgent happiness; as all you could see; perceive; implement and imbibe; was just darkness; darkness and just timelessly emancipating darkness.
Black. A Color which foments you to exhale the most fervently fiery of your breath; in order to victoriously blaze a stream of optimistically mitigating light; through the tunnel of unendingly embracing darkness.
Black. A Color which facilitates spectacularly untamed lovemaking to the most unconquerable limits; as countless blessed seeds of fertility timelessly permeated the cradle of the atmosphere; with absolutely no hindrance to grow; at an hour always past passionate midnight". — Nikhil Parekh; 'Collected Poems'.
Lena Horne — Black is ♫ youtu.be/NEG56PrBOqU
Indulged in love, This happened when we were least expecting. We were standing on other side of road waiting for a flight shot. Suddenly female flew to her favorite branch and called the male, he obediently followed her and it was all over in less than 30 seconds, none the less we witnessed something rare and raw nature.
Lisboa.
“If one wanted to depict the whole thing graphically, every episode, with its climax, would require a three-dimensional, or, rather, no model: every experience is unrepeatable. What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space.”
― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
Metropolitan Museum of Art
Auguste Rodin
1840-1917
Eternal Spring,modeled ca.1881,carved 1907
Marble
The woman arches her torso in willful surrender to her partner,who bends at his ease to kiss her.Rodin sought to temper the work's overt eroticism by giving it a variety of classicizing titles.
First called Zephyr and Earth and later exhibited in the Paris Salon of 1897 as Cupid and Psyche,the composition's true subject is sensuality and impassioned lovemaking.
The marble version commissioned in 1896 by the railroad and banker Isaac D. Fischer displays the soft, veiled carving associated with Rodin's late marbles.
The woman arches her torso in willful surrender to her partner, who bends at his ease to kiss her.Rodin temepered the work’s overt eroticism by giving it a variety of classicizing titles.First called Zephyr and Earth and later exhibited in the Paris Salon of 1897 as Cupid and Psyche,the composition’s true subject is sensuality and impassioned lovemaking.This marble version, commissioned in 1906 by the railroad investor and banker Isaac D. Fletcher,displays the soft,veiled quality of carving associated with Rodin’s late marbles.
Here's a pair of "Plains Cupid" butterflies busily mating during the morning light.
The Plains Cupid (Chilades pandava), also known as the Cycad Blue, is a species of Lycaenid butterfly found in India, Ceylon, Burma, Indochina, Peninsular Malaysia, Singapore, Taiwan, Java, Sumatra and the Philippines. They are among the few butterflies that breed on plants of the cycad family.
(003/366) Wall Pennywort or Navelwort as it's sometimes known, growing in a crevice on a stone wall. You can just make out the fading flower spikes from last year's blooms. Uploading for my group Growing in the Gaps New members always welcome.
"Navelwort had its place in our folklore as it was 'known to be a cure for corns' in Co Kerry. From the National Folklore Collection, University College Dublin. NFC S.468:266
The Romans associated this plant with lovemaking and called it 'Venus's Navel'. It was also associated with helping to relieve kidney stone problems"
More information on this interesting plant here www.wildflowersofireland.net/plant_detail.php?id_flower=1...
You told grand lies that spoke for heck and hark and tantrums in broken grass.
But I say you are Spoiling the Heat in a cretin’s lounge.
I would besmirch you as the hand that caresses
The nail of a broken hob,
The lips of a broken snob,
Or the grass that breaks this towards that.
I say beled and you chant Bedouin, but what do you remember of the desert?
‘She nothing so well that wearing something became shameful to myself.’
I want to kiss you as Apollo,
Burning you away with the impatient heat of passion,
Stripping away the stale Compromise you are clothed in;
To the undeniable in You.
I would give you the taste of the fire, the sublime, the sharp ebullience of loving.
However,
We live so successfully ‘in quotes’
In the absolute context of our distance from the sun,
To close to the soul of the sun we fear
We would steam and shrivel and crisp and char ourselves out of a context.
But what of vitality and violencia?
Without them you spoil in the heat
And ferment in a lounge of cretins
Like a moribund creature that feeds upon itself
Because it became tame
To being afraid,
Of reaching beyond itself;
I say Iberia you think Siberia, I say Roma and you would think scent.
Why cannot?
Never mind.
Where there is no adoration of the sun supreme
Asking questions becomes a profitless discipline.
But throw that Man down the shaft said the sun at Icarus,
He is incomplete, irresolute, a generous fluke who can lie better than kiss.
If that Woman had stood in front of me we would have made Love.
I and She utterly We; entwined inside like heat and light.
Lovemaking so real that it would shame all those slowly dying of expediency.
We become so afraid of Being absolutely real
Because of the shame that we experience when we realize
That we have grown so painfully to become so little.
How do you answer this question: are you damned or dynamic?
Say fire, you dying bastard! and break the grass with your determined tread.
sex.
Pistons and anemones and giggling and frustration and epileptic frenzy and The Vacuum. It is plain that the female unit and the male unit are, while functionally complimentary, stylistically at odds. They have different RPMs and different metabolisms. Boys grow up programmed that sex is about jack hammers and stud horses, James Bond, coitus as imperator in triumph.
I wont feign to understand the deeper currents of feminine sexuality, but its clear to me that it operates in a realm of textures and emotion, glide and leverage, a voluptuous blooming.
On the levels of forms, sexuality is a country dog mounting a windowsill cat. But not always...
We all have a gentle fantasy of lovemaking as a spockish melding of spirits. Theoretically it might just happen, but in a world of flat tires, overdue bills, and workplace deadlines lovemaking is more a sharing of pleasure, of relief, of a delicious distraction. There is little enough time for a real daily spirituality, let alone a blinding spiritual sexuality.
Next time you are at a theme park or a bowling alley or a DMV, look around. Notice all the different species of people. Everyone one of them has a history, a hope, a couple of real mind-blowing secrets, a bank account, a paralyzing fear, a place where they sleep, frustrations, and a sexuality. They have all French kissed. They have all learned how to drive. They have all crawled into the dark corner, pulled a baby nipple over a bottle of booze, and whimpered themselves into the null and the void. They all have...just like you.
This isn’t about some Orwellian cultural homogeneity. This is about human beings. We aren’t Ford's black cars. We are more like a library of books, shelves and shelves and shelves of stories. The difference is that some are poorly written, some have simpering plots, some are technical manuals, some are trashy romances - and some, a few really, are actually great literature.
Einige Schnecken befruchten sich selbst und brauchen das Liebesspiel nicht. Die Weinbergschnecke allerdings doch. Eine Drüse sendet Lockstoffe aus und sie finden sich. Die Schnecken stellen sich mit dem Fuss gegeneinander auf und beginnen ein ausgedehntes Vorspiel.
Beide schauen sie mich an.
When snails make love
Some snails are self-fertilizing and don't need lovemaking. The Roman snail, however, is. A gland sends out attractants and they find each other. The snails stand up against each other with their feet and begin an extended foreplay.
They both look at me.
Close-up of lovemaking Golden Soldier Beetles (Chauliognathus pensylvanicus) on Peppermint in Cedar Falls, Iowa.
I couldn't believe my luck when I was chasing green tiger beetles (Cicindela campestris) near lake Stensjön in Tyresta National Park when this mating pair landed within two meters of me!
After a rapid lens change (without taking my eyes off the beetles) I managed to inch forward close enough to be able to snap off a couple of shots of the happy couple.
This shot is also great for showing one of the principal differences in appearance used to identify which sex they are. As you can see, the male has much larger mandibles which obviously are used to hold on to the female during the act.
Here's a shot of one which I was satisfied with taken just before I stumbled on these two: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/49855835493/
and here's pt. 1: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/49883760697/
1 of 5 in series.
My first visit to this small 1/2 acre pond on Stockley golf course mostly surrounded with Norfolk reed. Luckily for me this pair had decided to mate here and are non resident swans.
At the time I was on short clear section of bank which is quite high when they did this ritual I hadn't the presence of mind to sit down for a lower point of view, all the same it is beautiful and tender end to their lovemaking and felt privileged to have witnessed it.
I don't know why but decided to name them Samson and Delilah. I only saw them one more time last year and that was to mate again.
I was leaving Bowling Green State University in Ohio yesterday when I heard screaming from the female falcon that was sitting on top of Jerome Library, calling for her mate. This is the falcon pair that nests in the Bowling Green Courthouse tower. This is a favorite perch for the couple, since the library is the tallest building on campus and also because the university mascots are falcons. The library is a well known courtship location for humans and romances that begin here are known as "Falcon Flames." The male peregrine flew up and landed on the opposite side of the building and within a few minutes, circled the parking lot, then came up from about 20 meters below and landed on the female.
Early every Sunday morning I go to the marsh - my idea of a church. I haven't found more congenial congregants than the small flock of Sandhill Cranes who share the sunrise and ring in the matins with their bugle calls.
This morning, one couple was inspired to a little early morning lovemaking. The light was still pretty dim, so these aren't great photographs, but I thought the moment special enough to warrant a series of shots of the 60-second encounter. (See the comment boxes below if you've ever wondered how cranes - or birds in general - make love.) It should be noted that this behavior was entirely appropriate, even at the Sunday service. All cranes mate for life and a crane who loses his or her partner will often die of heartbreak within a few months. What could be more sacred than a union like that?
Purple Rain Ends Blues Reign In Erotic Exhibitionism Of Nature's Raw Passion At Pastels-Filled Tampa Bay Florida Dusk At Blessed Home - IMRAN™
The sensuality-laden wetness in the air was glowing in pinks like a beautiful lover ready to be penetrated by a thunderbolt, wanting to be taken in a lightning round of lovemaking expanding the mind and stretching the core of her soul and more, to be drenched in a torrent of desire's downpour.
The heat, the chills, the light goosebumps, the heavy grinds, of unbridled uninhibited souls welding and melding. Be, coming, ones. And all in the open, for all to see, hear, smell, and be sprinkled by. Can you feel it?
A light early summer drizzle was forming at the dock of my blessed home in Apollo Beach, Florida. I was bringing the DJI Phantom 4 drone back in for a landing. K2 and Kennedy, my dolphins-loving and drone-watching German Shepherd Dogs, stood ready for its return. And I await your second coming, my flighty, breathtaking princesses, and my loves. Come back to me soon. ❤️❤️
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Here I am preparing for my most recent encounter with Judge M. Raymond Boucher of the Nice Cour D’Assises. Judge Boucher is investigating the explosion of my late husband's private jet over the Cote D'Azur, while flying back from Marseilles to Monte Carlo.
I decided some time ago that persisting in my usual persona of a glamorous courtesan and high-class prostitute would emphasize to the authorities that I have nothing to hide. Whereas, a sudden metamorphosis into a traditional grieving widow might look like protesting a little too much!
Here is a transcript of part of the recent interview, for which I wore the very revealing red cocktail gown that you can partially see in the accompanying picture. I had also anointed myself heavily with Paco Rabanne “Million” – an exclusive perfume which retails at $60,000 per bottle.
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Judge Boucher: Lady Rebecca – what is your relationship with Colonel Ezra Barrington, your late husband’s Head of Security?
Lady Rebecca: Colonel Barrington is one of my lovers.
Judge Boucher: As you have previously declared, you are woman who enjoys intimate relations with many lovers, and partcipates in many other unusual sexual activities. I understand that - for a woman such as you - sex can be a very casual business. But, perhaps – in this particular case – you may have had some special feelings for Colonel Barrington?
Lady Rebecca: No special feelings as such. I enjoy his mode and methods of lovemaking - but I enjoy sexual activity just as much with many other men – and women.
Judge Boucher: Lady Rebecca, you are an exceptionally promiscuous woman. Some might also say you are a corrupting and immoral influence on society. Should this case ever come to trial - with you as defendant, on a charge of homicide - the complacent way in which you describe your inveterate cuckolding of your late husband would make a very bad impression on members of a typical jury.
Lady Rebecca: I cannot help the views of individuals I have never met, M. Boucher. I am what I am, and I do what I do. I am a courtesan, a trophy wife, a madame, and a professional prostitute. I also from time to time perform for XXX adult websites These aspects of my life are widely known – I have never attempted to conceal them. But I do not see what any of this has to do with whether persons unknown concealed a bomb in my husband’s private aircraft… ?
Judge Boucher: Lady Rebecca - any jury would be entitled to have insight into your character and motivations. Your career in the world of professional vice clearly illustrates that you are a woman who uses her ability to attract rich and powerful men for her personal advancement. This would not sit well with a jury. Personally, I do not believe that you are guilty of any crime, but I do believe that you may be withholding important information about this case. It would be a great pity if – by shielding others who may be guilty – you ended up on trial yourself!
[To be continued]
Toodle Pip!
Love and Kisses to all my Friends and Fans!
xxxxxx
Lady Rebecca Lyndon
Duchesse de la Baleine D’or
The male green tiger beetle (Cicindela campestris) has distinctly larger jaws than the females.
From what I've seen, these are used to grab around the female's body and hold her when mating.
These two are doing just that and were all over the place and not very helpful when I tried to take my candid shots of their lovemaking.
This shot is also a good example of the variation in colour of this species as the female is much more golden in colour than the male.