July 3, 2014, 11:02am
Happy Champagne Thursday. When you read this I will likely be in an airplane far above, heading west. I’ll be thinking of you. I’ve not been able to think of much else lately. 
-Visionaria

Happy Champagne Thursday. When you read this I will likely be in an airplane far above, heading west.
I’ll be thinking of you. I’ve not been able to think of much else lately.

-Visionaria

(via persephonedescending)


July 2, 2014, 5:28pm
July 1, 2014, 3:31pm
It’s that kind of day. 
-Visionaria

It’s that kind of day.
-Visionaria

(Source: silent-musings)


June 30, 2014, 6:09pm
The wind, the rumble, and the thrust. It’s all about freedom. 
-Visionaria

The wind, the rumble, and the thrust. It’s all about freedom.
-Visionaria

(Source: wasbella102, via a-slice-of-awesome)


June 29, 2014, 9:51pm
After dinner snack. 
-Visionaria

After dinner snack.
-Visionaria

(Source: butportraiture, via mistersmalls)


June 27, 2014, 12:17pm
I ached, desperate to touch you, hold you, feel your heat, make you yearn as I did. When I reached out, you stopped me, pushed my hands to the floor. I gasped. Shoving my thighs apart, you buried your face between. Your tongue moved slowly, as it had when we kissed. You traced the edges of my lips then flicked your tongue upward to stroke my swollen clit. With the pointed tip of your tongue you outlined my pleats and tucks with soft, fleeting, teasing stroked. Deliberately you let your tongue circle and tease. 
Gradually, you probed inside me, while I drenched your face and groaned and cried out in pleasure and frustration. I struggled to keep myself from reaching for you. You licked inside me, flicking your tongue around and around, slow and easy, then harder, driving, thrusting. When one outstretched finger slid inside me, probing deeply, I bucked into your mouth. I moaned and lifted and ground my hips into you, trying to get closer, straining to hurry your movements. You pushed me back to the carpet. You pushed my legs wider with your shoulders and strafed my throbbing flesh with your tongue. My internal muscles fluttered around your finger and my abdominals began to shake. Overwhelmed, my vision dimmed, breath pushed from my lungs letting the wave take me.
-Visionaria

I ached, desperate to touch you, hold you, feel your heat, make you yearn as I did. When I reached out, you stopped me, pushed my hands to the floor. I gasped. Shoving my thighs apart, you buried your face between. Your tongue moved slowly, as it had when we kissed. You traced the edges of my lips then flicked your tongue upward to stroke my swollen clit. With the pointed tip of your tongue you outlined my pleats and tucks with soft, fleeting, teasing stroked. Deliberately you let your tongue circle and tease. 

Gradually, you probed inside me, while I drenched your face and groaned and cried out in pleasure and frustration. I struggled to keep myself from reaching for you. You licked inside me, flicking your tongue around and around, slow and easy, then harder, driving, thrusting. When one outstretched finger slid inside me, probing deeply, I bucked into your mouth. I moaned and lifted and ground my hips into you, trying to get closer, straining to hurry your movements. You pushed me back to the carpet. You pushed my legs wider with your shoulders and strafed my throbbing flesh with your tongue. My internal muscles fluttered around your finger and my abdominals began to shake. Overwhelmed, my vision dimmed, breath pushed from my lungs letting the wave take me.

-Visionaria

(Source: lily-xo, via girlofchaos)


June 26, 2014, 11:31am
I know the beach is your favorite place.
-Visionaria

I know the beach is your favorite place.
-Visionaria

(Source: enfasybody, via ramblerplanetaryservice)


June 25, 2014, 2:19pm
Look all you want…for now. 
-Visionaria

Look all you want…for now.
-Visionaria

(Source: alternativefemdom)


June 23, 2014, 4:04pm
I know I’ll think of us upon that hill, With the golden moon arising, And the starts will fall around us still, As the love is realizing. And so it is until we meet again, And I throw my arms around you, You can count the gray hairs on my head, I’ll still be thankful that I found you.
It’s from me, it’s to you, for your eyes, It’s a weight, a wonder that is wise, I am here, you are there, Love is our cross to bear.

I know I’ll think of us upon that hill,
With the golden moon arising,
And the starts will fall around us still,
As the love is realizing.

And so it is until we meet again,
And I throw my arms around you,
You can count the gray hairs on my head,
I’ll still be thankful that I found you.

It’s from me, it’s to you, for your eyes,
It’s a weight, a wonder that is wise,
I am here, you are there,
Love is our cross to bear.


June 22, 2014, 2:40pm
The Hudson with background of The Kezmatics and pot smoke. 
-V

The Hudson with background of The Kezmatics and pot smoke.
-V


June 20, 2014, 10:58pm
Sometimes it just doesn’t matter. 
-Visionaria

Sometimes it just doesn’t matter.
-Visionaria

(Source: readcereal.com, via wasbella102)


June 20, 2014, 2:02pm
June 19, 2014, 10:43pm

I made myself classic champagne cocktail tonight before dinner. It was delicious. But I posted it on FB. I can’t live my life just for you any more, can I?
-Visionaria


June 19, 2014, 11:56am
What time is it in Tuscany? Is it time for Prosecco? Happy Champagne Thursday. 
-Visionaria

What time is it in Tuscany? Is it time for Prosecco? Happy Champagne Thursday.
-Visionaria

(Source: beverlyhillsbliss, via wineattitude)


June 18, 2014, 12:51pm
Cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good.

Cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good.

(via apostrophe9)


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