anna madelaine petsch 🦋 —
call me anna or mads , whatever you'd like. mexican. seventeen. 5'2. loves to sing and dance. blackpink, bts, dre enthusiast. foods addict. buy me food and im all yours. sleeps a lot. human kisser. disney. animal lover. cuddles. you. negative? leave. loves soft things. loves holding hands. likes being called cute! has certain names that make her weak. possessive and jealous easily, and doesn't like to be upset. a very nice person. outgoing. has a habit of talking in a baby voice. loves ice cream and sweets a lot. you should wife me up.
Consider the capacity of the human body for pleasure. Sometimes, it is pleasant to eat, to drink, to see, to touch, to smell, to hear, to make love. The mouth. The eyes. The fingertips, The nose. The ears. The genitals. Our voluptific faculties (if you will forgive me the coinage) are not exclusively concentrated here. The whole body is susceptible to pleasure, but in places there are wells from which it may be drawn up in greater quantity. But not inexhaustibly. How long is it possible to know pleasure? Rich Romans ate to satiety, and then purged their overburdened bellies and ate again. But they could not eat for ever. A rose is sweet, but the nose becomes habituated to its scent. And what of the most intense pleasures, the personality-annihilating ecstasies of sex? I am no longer a young man; even if I chose to discard my celibacy I would surely have lost my stamina, re-erecting in half-hours where once it was minutes. And yet if youth were restored to me fully, and I engaged again in what was once my greatest delight – to be fellated at stool by nymphet with mouth still blood-heavy from the necessary precautions – what then? What if my supply of anodontic premenstruals were never-ending, what then? Surely, in time, I should sicken of it. “Even if I were a woman, and could string orgasm on orgasm like beads on a necklace, in time I should sicken of it. Do you think Messalina, in that competition of hers with a courtesan, knew pleasure as much on the first occasion as the last? Impossible. “Yet consider. “Consider pain. “Give me a cubic centimeter of your flesh and I could give you pain that would swallow you as the ocean swallows a grain of salt. And you would always be ripe for it, from before the time of your birth to the moment of your death, we are always in season for the embrace of pain. To experience pain requires no intelligence, no maturity, no wisdom, no slow working of the hormones in the moist midnight of our innards. We are always ripe for it. All life is ripe for it. Always.
call him jj. eighteen. july baby. available. human kisser. switch boi. anxious and shy boi. listens and plays music. anime and manga addict. skater boi. huge softie. loves his two siblings. donny bullies him. secretly cried when adventure time ended. in need of friends. hand-holder. neck-kisser. falls in love easily. says ‘uwu’ a lot. can be dry when we first talk but warms up to you after a while. jealous and overprotective twenty-four/seven. also a needy and clingy boyo. mega uwu’s and heart eyes for the people he cares about. dm to become friends. uwu. (thank my talented sissy for the first video @gay4jayna@wh0reintros)