Audrey 🔞
@smutandnonsense.bsky.social
✦ 33F ✦ Purveyor of smut and nonsense. ✘ No minors, 25+ ✘
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Sundays are made to reconnect 🖤
November 2, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Sundays are made to reconnect 🖤
Reposted by Audrey 🔞
Women are like roads.
The more curves they have,
the more dangerous they are.
~Mae West
The more curves they have,
the more dangerous they are.
~Mae West
November 2, 2025 at 10:59 AM
Women are like roads.
The more curves they have,
the more dangerous they are.
~Mae West
The more curves they have,
the more dangerous they are.
~Mae West
A night of my blacksmith’s designs
Heated by wine to an amber glow
Bending me over the horn of the couch
His burning touch
Softening and shaping me to his will
My gasps ring out in time to the
Potent strikes of his hammer
Which purify the day's slag from my mind
1/3
Heated by wine to an amber glow
Bending me over the horn of the couch
His burning touch
Softening and shaping me to his will
My gasps ring out in time to the
Potent strikes of his hammer
Which purify the day's slag from my mind
1/3
October 26, 2025 at 10:49 PM
A night of my blacksmith’s designs
Heated by wine to an amber glow
Bending me over the horn of the couch
His burning touch
Softening and shaping me to his will
My gasps ring out in time to the
Potent strikes of his hammer
Which purify the day's slag from my mind
1/3
Heated by wine to an amber glow
Bending me over the horn of the couch
His burning touch
Softening and shaping me to his will
My gasps ring out in time to the
Potent strikes of his hammer
Which purify the day's slag from my mind
1/3
Tap of the spindle, alder enkindle
Chew the nightshade, memory swindle
Waltz round the ember, pulse like a tremor
Step into fever, heart’s loud distemper
Id prismatic, soul acrobatic
Seething and cackling, adrift and ecstatic
1/3
Chew the nightshade, memory swindle
Waltz round the ember, pulse like a tremor
Step into fever, heart’s loud distemper
Id prismatic, soul acrobatic
Seething and cackling, adrift and ecstatic
1/3
October 26, 2025 at 10:41 PM
Tap of the spindle, alder enkindle
Chew the nightshade, memory swindle
Waltz round the ember, pulse like a tremor
Step into fever, heart’s loud distemper
Id prismatic, soul acrobatic
Seething and cackling, adrift and ecstatic
1/3
Chew the nightshade, memory swindle
Waltz round the ember, pulse like a tremor
Step into fever, heart’s loud distemper
Id prismatic, soul acrobatic
Seething and cackling, adrift and ecstatic
1/3
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It was my turn to wake you. Little kisses across your belly and hips. Your cock was half-hard but my kisses, tickling hair and soft breasts moving along your body pulsed you to full glory. "Delightful" I murmured.
"Delectable" I smirked.
The smirk was your warning that I was in the mood to tease.
"Delectable" I smirked.
The smirk was your warning that I was in the mood to tease.
July 20, 2025 at 3:50 PM
It was my turn to wake you. Little kisses across your belly and hips. Your cock was half-hard but my kisses, tickling hair and soft breasts moving along your body pulsed you to full glory. "Delightful" I murmured.
"Delectable" I smirked.
The smirk was your warning that I was in the mood to tease.
"Delectable" I smirked.
The smirk was your warning that I was in the mood to tease.
