bzork
NSFW Tumblr
find bzork on porn pin board
bzork clips
bzork: ‘There. It was easy to take that step, wasn’t it?’ ‘…yeah…’ ‘And it felt good, didn’t it? Everytime you take another step down that imaginary staircase, your body relaxes even more, your mind relaxes even more, and your tranc
bzork: Everyone seems to think it’s the strong-willed, the self-aware, the people who are in their heads who are the hardest to hypnotize. But just the opposite is true. Hypnosis is, amongst other things, about focus. And it’s the dull-witted
bzork:Everyone seems to think it’s the strong-willed, the self-aware, the people who are in their heads who are the hardest to hypnotize. But just the opposite is true. Hypnosis is, amongst other things, about focus. And it’s the dull-witted
bzork: Most hypnotists count down or have their subject do so as part of their inductive technique; I’m the only one I know that his him count up. The advantage of counting down is not only that it carries with it a sense of descent, of lessening,
bzork: You bring the former; I’ve got the latter covered.
orangehares: Waiting for you bzork
bzork: He wants me to fight it, to resist. So would that make immediately giving in and succumbing to my inevitable trance an act of defiance? It’s an academic question; I can’t but give him whatever he wants. I try, to begin with, to stare at
spacepupsilver: trigafilms: WINDOW CLEANER & BOSS 2 from the movie “Confessions of A Randy Window Cleaner” bzork
bzork: Supply the weed. Get him baked. Get him horny. Put him under. Lather, rinse, repeat. (Which reminds me, I need to wash his hair.) The oral fixation is already there. By holding his bleary-eyed gaze, I can make him think he’s just
bzork: just-a-twink-again: hot abs & bulge
neilps: bzork: ‘Why did you do that?’ I hissed. 'That was so rude!’ 'Oh, come on, it’s flirting! He loved it.’ 'I really don’t think he did. Seriously, he flinched when you said you were going to straighten
lookintomyeyesboy: This is your mind now. classic @bzork image
bzork: He was always at it, whenever he wasn’t doing anything else. He always insisted, with an ironic twinkle, that he’d been a knitter before the hipsters made it cool. He was the only knitter under forty in his circle and the only man. They
bzork: ‘It’s been too long. I’ve been far from you. But you’re here, where you belong. I know how you love, how you need, how you long to belong. So then: Belong for me. Belong with me. Belong to me. ‘You’re remembering the slow, satisfying
bzork: meninvogue:Ruslan Efimov photographed by Julia Garcia Efimov? I barely know him!…I’ll see myself out.
