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gently-yours · 1 day

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I'm sorry to hear you had a bad day. Would it help if I fetched your favourite strap-on with my mouth and kneeled in front of you

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unawnadeporahi · 1 year

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Siempre una good girl

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scotland-wolves · 4 months

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coochiequeens · 11 months

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"She lied to a military police officer down by a hospital ship, said she was going to interview nurses about the 'woman’s angle,' and they let her on, because, as she said, no one gave a hoot about the woman’s angle. It served as the perfect forged passport for her," said Somerville. She resorted to those measures because her husband, Ernest Hemingway, tried to take over her journalist career.

This Saturday, June 6, will be the 76th anniversary of D-Day, the battle that would come to represent the beginning of the end of World War II.

There was just one woman, a war correspondent, on the beaches at Normandy that day the allied forces liberated Western Europe from Nazi Germany: the singular Martha Gellhorn. Author Janet Somerville traces Gellhorn’s extraordinary life in her book Yours, For Probably Always: Martha Gellhorn’s Letters of Love and War.

"Since 1937, Martha had been a war correspondent for Collier’s magazine. She knew about the Allied invasion, that there was a plan to cover the Allied invasion of Normandy, and she was determined to cover that," Somerville said.

The problem was, her very famous husband at the time, Ernest Hemingway, pulled the rug out from under her professionally.

"Hemingway had gone to New York, introduced himself to her editor at Collier’s and said ‘I’ll be your war correspondent.’ And he took her accreditation papers. Which was a bit of a problem," said Somerville.

Each publication could send just one correspondent. But Gellhorn was resourceful and clever. She found herself passage on a munitions ship from New York that would get her to Europe. She was the only woman and the only civilian aboard that ship, which landed in Liverpool. Then, she just needed to get to Normandy.

"She lied to a military police officer down by a hospital ship, said she was going to interview nurses about the 'woman’s angle,' and they let her on, because, as she said, no one gave a hoot about the woman’s angle. It served as the perfect forged passport for her," said Somerville.

Once on board the hospital ship, Gellhorn locked herself into a bathroom until they sailed. When the ship docked in Normandy, she waded ashore through waist-deep water with some of the medical officers.

"She became the only woman and the only war correspondent to be actually on the beaches at Normandy, evacuating the wounded."

Though she was there as a journalist to write about the event, she couldn’t help but tend to the wounded soldiers. She had an uncanny ability, Somerville says, to focus on what needed to be done. So when she saw that the wounded were hungry and thirsty, she set to work.

"She just took it in her stride and found somebody who could bring teapots to tip into their mouths,if they couldn't hold a glass. She just took charge and made sure that they got something," Somerville said.

She also managed to be one of many correspondents who wrote about D Day.

"The incredible thing about D-Day is that accredited correspondents produced 700,000 words of text, just about D-Day," Somerville said. "Martha was one of them. She had a piece called 'Over and Back' that Collier’s published."

Gellhorn went on to report into her old age, from all corners of the globe. She filed her last piece, about the murdered street children of Salvador, Brazil, more than 50 years after D-Day, when she was 87 years old.

Yours, For Probably Always: Martha Gellhorn’s Letters of Love and War, 1930-1949 by Janet Somerville is available at the link above, or wherever you buy your books.

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shoujo-dump · 15 days

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Museru Kurai no Ai o Ageru

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an-experienced-gentleman · 19 days

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My hand fits well in yours.

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debora-goth · 10 months

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heartofmuse · 6 months

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When you say I am yours it's such a thrill I feel inside. I am yours because now I am a part of your soul, for you give me such love and care that my heart cannot but surrender to your touch and proclaim itself yours. I am yours by choice,and what can be more grand than the most willing and complete surrender of the soul into another's hands, into another's care? So, beloved, when you say I am yours, I truly am in all the ways known to God and man.

e.v.e. (Yours)

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gently-yours · 16 days

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Let's make a deal: you get to slap me around, and in turn I get to eat you out for as long as you want me to

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just4mekerby · 4 months

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sunnyville36 · 2 years

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Yours

Pairing: bang chan x fem reader

Warnings: vaginal fingering, finger sucking, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, degradation, marking, breeding kink if you squint

Rating: Explicit minors dni

Word count: 1.3k

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It started when Chan came home a few hours ago, freshly showered from the group’s last practice before heading out for tour tomorrow morning.

It continued through dinner, where his hand held yours across the table, thumb rubbing gentle lines along your palm.

It was happening now; the two of you sitting curled up on your couch watching a movie. You’re sitting crossed legged in his lap, head against his shoulder while he draws slow patterns on your thigh, taking all your attention away from anything on the screen.

You knew he probably wanted it too. You knew all you had to do was ask but…

Ahh fuck it.

You reach for the remote, shutting the TV off quickly. Chan begins to protest but stops when you turn in his grasp, legs on either side of him to straddle him. “I’m going to miss you,” you whisper, hands reaching up to wind themselves into his pretty curls, as if that’ll keep him here with you longer.

He looks back at you morosely, hand moving to cup your cheek. “I’ll miss you too, angel. More than anything. You know that right?”

You nod in acknowledgement, leaning into his palm. His touch is warm and soft and everything you’re craving at the moment. It’s taking all your strength not to think about how just the thin material of his sleep shorts and your panties separate the two of you, but it’s a battle you’ve already lost. Before he can inevitably ask you what you want, you wrap your arms around his neck and lay your head back down on his chest. “Will you take me to bed Channie?”

The sound of his heart skipping a beat means he knows exactly what you mean with that request.

He stands up, arms holding your legs in place as he carries you to the bedroom, shutting the door closed with his foot behind him. You reluctantly remove your legs from around his waist, letting him lay you on the bed before he kicks his slippers off and joins you on top of the covers. You waste no time pulling him towards you, the faint taste of cherry cola still staining his lips as you kiss him fiercely. He slowly rolls on top of you; his body slotting between your legs so naturally, one arm around your waist, the other wrapped in a crown above your head, holding you close to him. He pulls back just enough for the two of you to rip your remaining layers off, bodies falling back to the bed quickly, his lips against your neck and thumb circling your nipple.

You want him so badly, hips rolling desperately against his. You want him everywhere, around you, inside you. Nose buried into the nape of his neck, you whine softly, raking slow marks down his back.

“Let me fuck you slow, baby. Make love to you,” he says, voice drenched with arousal, almost desperate for you to comply, thinking it’s for the best. But that’s not what you want right now, not what you need. You shake your head back and forth, causing him to raise up onto his forearms, staring at you with the most lustful, beautiful brown eyes.

“No, no,” you plead, staring back at him, urging him to hear you. “I want more, please; before you go I want more. Want it how you like it.”

“You sure, angel?”

“Please,” you whisper.

You see the dam break behind his eyes, his hand dropping quickly to cup your warm heat. “Fucking dripping for me already, aren’t you, my needy girl. You like it like this too, don’t you, baby?”

You close your eyes, whimpering in response as he runs a single finger down your slit, gathering the wetness and making a shiver run up your spine. You hear his voice next to your ear, quiet but eager. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what it is you like.”

“I love it, Chris,” you cry out, canting your hips to get more friction. “Love it when you tell me what a dirty girl I am. Tell me I’m just a slut for your cock.”

“That is what you are, baby,” he agrees, covering the tip of his cock with your slick and rubbing it against your clit. “You’re my little cockslut. Cunt perfectly made for me to fuck, yeah?”

You nod your head again, unable to speak as he drops his cock and slips two fingers inside you, giving you something but not nearly enough. Desperate for him to fill you, you grip the sheets tightly and squeeze around him, trying not to thrash frantically.

“Just my fingers and you’re clenching around me, pup. Not sure you could take my cock.”

“Please! Please…” you hear your voice beg, near tears at this point.

“All that pretty mouth is good for is to beg,” he says, the hand not buried inside you coming to your hips to halt your movement.

You open your eyes, an innocent pout on your face. “Not… Not all it’s good for.”

“Ahh, that’s right,” he says, leaning down to lick a slow stripe up your chest between your breasts until his face is right above yours. “Begging and sucking; how could I forget?”

You open your mouth, taking his thumb between your lips, tongue circling it like you would his dick. He rests his head beside you, admiring the way you suck him while his other hand continues pounding into your pussy. “My baby’s gonna fuck herself dumb on just my fingers, huh?” You whine around him, hands reaching for his hips as you shake your head again. “No?” he laughs, removing his thumb and rising to his knees to line himself up with you. “Want me to fill that little pussy up, pump you full of cum?”

You drag him down against you as he enters you, a groan leaving your lips as a growl leaves his. He’s fucking you hard and fast, quick strokes hitting so deep inside you you think you might actually lose your mind. Your arms are locked around his body, pulling him just close enough to bite a tiny mark into his shoulder, muffling your moans into his skin.

Chan’s deep groan reverberates through your chest at the feeling of your mouth on him. “That’s right, angel, mark me. Need everyone to know who I belong to when I’m away.” Your breath hitches at that, turning your own head to expose yourself to him. The second you feel his teeth bite down, sucking his own mark into your skin, you cum around him, legs shuddering violently as a cry leaves your mouth.

“Oh fuck, just like that. Cream on my cock, just like that, baby.” Chan’s not too far behind, warm, thick spurts of his cum filling your cunt. After a few minutes to let your labored breathing subside, he eases out of you, watching his cum drip out around his cock. He puts his head between your legs, licking the liquid back up into your hole and fucking it back in slowly with his tongue. You fall apart under him again, hands tangled in his hair.

Pulling him up for a kiss, you wrap your arms and legs around him, pinning him to your body.

“You’re mine,” he whispers to you, nuzzling your faces together as he shifts to get comfortable. “And I’m yours.”

He was yours.

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erxs-love · 3 months

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wh@re sister

what I want is another slave with me who will work for daddy, my slave sister. We mostly hate each other, we are always competing for our masters attention but sometimes when master leaves us not cumming all day we help each out. She will suck on my cunnie and I will suck on hers and put my fingers so deep in her, I will make her cum so much because who wouldn’t do that for their sister? the next day, master noticed us being flirty and teasey with each other, he asks what happened between us and we can’t lie to master- we tell him everything. as punishment master tells us to hit each other and the one who causes more harm than the other can drink masters p!ss, and let’s just say by the end of the day one of us has a black eye.