Erospainter

I am a Dominant who understand the true value of having a woman who wants and knows she is submissive. Do not have time for games or those who are dabbling...perhaps you might be "THE ONE" I am looking for...time will tell. Come talk to me if you dare erospainter@yahoo.com
"The fickleness of women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me."

I am a prose painter..some of you will like my words, some of you will love my words,,,some of you will not stand my words..but then again I am not here to please the faceless internet maddening crow...I like European sensibility mixed with the sensual abandon of a woman lost in a world of Pablo Nerudian sensibilty......I am the one who likes standing on a moving bus..or going into a library and using my outdoor voices. When I go over to the dark side I always bring cookies and Grey Goose vodka Sometimes when I am really wild and crazy I will even bite into a piece of fruit withoutgiving it a good rinse first. Does it taste a little sweeter...you bet your sweet a** it does. I believe one of the most courageous acts you can do it think out loud..I do it often..sometimes I do it here.

To me words are sacred as they are profane. Each word is a small story, a thicket of meaning...words are such sacred objects to me..Here I explore all subjects that cross my strange and dark mind from BDSM, to Madness, hope, memories, childhood, regret, courage, fear, nature, love, sex, reading, words, life, religion, hope, the memories of childhood, or what drifts through my cerebral cortex on any random morning or afternoon...mostly on here weekend due to work

So I get the core DNA behind tumblr.."me go findey pretty picture..me postey pretty picture so all the world can see" thang..but that aint enough for me so I try to also allow some words to creep and couple themselves to the pretty pictures to help us all impart and share a bit of internet community knowledge along the way on the time we have together playing on tumblr.


Have another more extensive adult mostly BDSM theme blog over at wordpress should you wander by:

http://disorderlybeautifulchaos.wordpress.com/

If you are a big fan of the TV show Mad Men (as I am) see my Tumblr blog dedicated to the wacky world of advertising:
http://madadmen.tumblr.com/

My latest blog perfect for the armchair reader who is looking to explore some of the creepiest, quirkiest and by golly downright curious tidbits of knowledge and weirdness found on the web for the curious bunch all you stumblrs and stumblerettes out there....


So come step inside the circus tent and discover the weird, scary and unusual things that go bump in the night:

http://weirdscaryandusualstuff.tumblr.com/





Disclaimer:
All images, unless otherwise noted, were taken from the Internet and are assumed to be in the public domain. These images are not presented as my own work, unless I note it under the specific post. Copyright still belongs to the owner / creator of each work. In the event that there is still a problem or error with copyrighted material, the break of the said copyright is neither intentional and not for profit in any way. The material in question will be removed at once with any presented proof. All models are assumed to be 18+.

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  “God you are hot.” he said.
  
  He kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight. She forgot all about the people around them, several of whom had turned to watch quite openly, including the man with the salt-and-pepper hair and his blond companion. Zanny didn’t even notice them. She squeezed Doc, wanting to feel him against her breasts. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back while he licked and bit at her throat. His other hand made contact with her stocking on the inside of her leg just above the knee, and she felt a hungry twinge in her pussy that made her gasp.
  
  One part of her mind told her that it was the drug making her feel this way, but she didn’t care. She only knew how she felt, and she was desperate for his touch, for his hands on her body. She felt strangely soft and female, and she yearned to feel his male hardness against her.
  
  Still holding her head back by her hair, Doc slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, higher, higher. Zanny’s chair squeaked loudly on the floor as she pushed away from the table and opened her legs for him, raising the hem of her dress. The sound of the chair caused heads to turn but she didn’t care. She didn’t notice them.
  
  “Oh my God!” she moaned, “Touch me! Touch me!”

  25 Jul 2010 / 12 notes