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random-xpressions · 8 months
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jt1674 · 5 days
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whovio · 3 months
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Temptation accomplished.
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mastermindrules · 7 days
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Temptation.
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Forget the fleeting error, a lapse of passing breath, For true temptation’s call is a constant, lurking death. Not a single misstep, a stumble in the sand, A melody that lingers, a craving close at hand.
A whispered, wicked echo within the yearning soul, A flickering, forbidden flame that takes its sweet control. We fight it, push it down, believe the battle’s won, In the quiet shadows, the embers rise as one.
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kemetic-dreams · 1 year
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Rest In Peace…..BARRETT STRONG (February 5, 1941 – January 29, 2023) was an American singer and songwriter. Strong was the first artist to record a hit for Motown, (Money, That’s What I Want “)
Although he is best known for his work as a songwriter, particularly in association with producer Norman Whitfield. Among his most famous work at Motown, Strong wrote the lyrics for many of the songs recorded by the Temptations(”Popa Was A Rolling Stone”) and Motown’s biggest hit “I heard It Through The Grapevine “ for Marvin Gaye.
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wiirocku · 10 days
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2 Peter 2:9 (NKJV) - then the Lord knows how to deliver the godly out of temptations and to reserve the unjust under punishment for the day of judgment,
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mortalmab · 8 months
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“Can I watch?” Crowley asked Aziraphale when he said he was gathering people for the Wickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association meeting.
Honestly? I think it’s because it’s been a while since he watched his Angel at work, if ever. The Arrangement from pre-Armageddon was that if they both were sent to a place to do a blessing and a temptation, it didn’t make sense for both of them to go, so they would flip for it and one of them would do both their jobs. Makes me wonder if Crowley has ever had an opportunity to see Aziraphale performing a temptation.
Because that’s what Aziraphale did. He tempted all the reluctant shopkeepers with their hearts desire, lured them with promises of food, and just checked off the list the ones who were happy to show up.
“Nothing could get me to go.” “Can I tempt you with a Doctor Who annual?” “What time should I be there?”
I wonder if he thought he was just being magnanimous with his book collection, and maybe didn’t realize he had slipped into the temptation business, or if he was just pulling up the skills Crowley likely taught him so many centuries ago. Meanwhile, Crowley gets to watch a performance
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247liveculture · 9 months
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July 25, 1969, actor D.B. Woodside was born!
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sluggoonthestreet · 1 year
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Jasper prepares for a long week of self-control.
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sspacegodd · 5 months
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The Temptations of St. Quixote.
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withbellzon · 1 year
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“I Wish It Would Rain” x The Temptations (1967)
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mudwerks · 1 year
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(via Papa Was A Rollin' Stone (Full Version) - Temptations (1972)
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random-xpressions · 11 months
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When she teases me with her advances, I'm certain my angels would be shutting close their eyes, for the fear of being tempted. I'm sure that in such a case, a feeble human like myself would only be forgiven for not resisting it...
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e-c-i-m · 1 month
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Dear Child of God,
Lord, help us overcome all temptations!
Love, ECIM
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57. Ain't Too Proud to Beg by The Temptations debuted May 66 and peaked at number 13, scoring 937 points.
The Rolling Stones' remake debuted Nov 74 and peaked at number 17.
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Such a Lucky Guy
Lost In Space Robinwest Smut, 813 wc
Early hours, snuggly soft bed, snuggly soft body- 
his new life as a snuggler, better than his old one as a smuggler.
Judy, curled up next to him, arms…secure around her…the warm weight of her…and gradually, he begins to let his hands wander. 
feeling just to feel, the woman he knew instantly he needed to know more of. 
Judy, with him, her heart beating calm, consistent, breast and belly ebbing and flowing with breath, safe in his hold, large work-hardened hand drifting and squeezing 
warm
plush 
skin 
Sleep softened exterior, hand moving over dip and hip, cupping her soft stomach, slowly, slowly, fingers sliding further, wriggling in the cavern between side and mattress, Judy rolling pliably into the curve of him, his hand dragging a retreat back across the traversed skin of her abdomen, tips streaking, and then gently, fingers gliding up, and under, and up, circumventing shirt hem, hand groping at rib-meat, thumb rubbing sternum, fingers cupping and working firm breasts on either side. 
Judy’s feet curl and rub, bringing her hand from under the blanket, wrapping it snug around his neck, her fingers sliding and flaring from nape to crown. Don, planting adoring seeds to her bare shoulder and the back of her neck as her breath deepens, Don sliding her smooth leg over his, sliding into the slick of her, both of them sighing, two bodies arching as one. The skin here even warmer, softer, more welcoming on him, thrums at reuniting, yearning, hugging him, his palm firmly on the flat of her stomach holding her just so. His hips roll slow and lazy, lax and long, drowsy, exaggerated movements thick with sleep, aaaaaall of him in, aaaaaall of him out, a sedate plunge, he drags against the swell of her, sensations heightening with sleep. 
“Don…mmmm” is a dream-like murmured sigh. The arm wrapped from under her caressing and lightly thumbing nipples moves to guide her head to the crevice on his shoulder, he kisses her temple, her cheek, the name he can’t stop repeating, “Judy….Robinson…West” The tip of his tongue trailing her ear and sucking her lobe between his lips before scooping lower beneath, little sips in time with thrusts. His hand low on her stomach stretches fingers lower, pinky tip just barely brushing, hair tickling her pulsing clit, all movement a cradle soft whisper, sweet and low, he rocks them to a thick build.
“mmmmm” more soft coos drift from in front of him, candy divine. Judy throbs around him, the plush wet heat of her tightening after each retreat, encouraging he go faster, hands moving to hold hips, to hold her thigh in place over his own, he knows when she’s fully awake, fully with him, her hips joining in an up and down roll, her hand clutching harder through his hair, arm tightening, moans harsher, the sound of daylight breaking. A free hand skates heavy down her own abs tangling with his, Judy releasing a frustrated whine when he prevents its predicable path.
 “Not yet, Princess,” is kissed into her throat, gravel dark, she licks her lips and her thigh clenches against his, a throaty moan releasing at the commanding roll of his hands, his fingers on her nipples, his quiet baritone forcing her muscles to clamp hard around him. Lacing her fingers with his he massages the tensing muscles low between her hipbones, blunt, thick fingers rubbing and pushing pressure matching bucks slither ever lower making their way there, building her up, up, up, sweeping digits dance and brush, calmly, heavily, combing through curls, bringing their hands just to, then away, inching closer, then around, each thrust bringing her nearer and nearer, faster and faster, Judy pinches and groans her frustration, his movements maddening, her release on the edge, just- so- so- SO- if he would just-
He thrusts harshly, harshly, deeper and deeper, and then braided hands descend, pushing and rubbing, and her fingers are curling and her leg is cramping and all of her tightens and she comes, rough, calloused fingers with weighty force releasing the build so anticipated, her clit throbbing, cunt clenching, gasping and slamming on Don’s thick cock, pitches never ending as he stimulates and drives her through her orgasm rolling her into another, harder, Judy gasping a cry and curling forward, Don curling with her, fingers digging as he comes with her, Judy’s sweet walls milking and milking and milking the seed from him, arms holding her firmly against him as he thrusts his last sapping jolts, the pair going limp, his chest weighty and damp on her back, each catching their breath. His arms loosely wrap around her middle once more, Judy stretches her leg and rolls to face him, hands planted on his bare chest, she kisses him deeply, then in a few short bursts-
but that’s where the dream ends.
🎶...but it was just my imagination (once again) runnin' away with mee..🎶
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