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tanuno
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[inkyscandal] I Heart Double Harmonica
Double harmonica creates a nice heart shape. Just in time for Valentine's Day. Enjoy!
[inkyscandal] I Heart Double Harmonica (ver 2)
Double harmonica creates a nice heart shape. This version uses a different camera angle. No biggie.
Double harmonica creates a nice heart shape. Just in time for Valentine's Day. Enjoy!
Double harmonica creates a nice heart shape. This version uses a different camera angle. No biggie.
tanuno
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[inkyscandal] A Gentle Punishment
Kylie quietly wept as the light from the overcast sky outside faded toward evening.
Daddy's big farm was a lonely place to grow up. When she hadn't been accepted to college, she turned to internet chat rooms for her social interactions. One thing led to another and soon she was snapping naked selfies to post online. When her father caught her in the act, he took matters into hand. He was accustomed to fixing problems. A night tied up in the hayloft with nothing to do but stare at her digicam would teach Kylie a valuable lesson, he thought.
Little did he know that his distant neighbor's two grown sons were hunting stags in the woods that night near his old barn. If the weather turned wet they planned to bivouac in the hayloft for the night, as they always did...
Kylie quietly wept as the light from the overcast sky outside faded toward evening.
Daddy's big farm was a lonely place to grow up. When she hadn't been accepted to college, she turned to internet chat rooms for her social interactions. One thing led to another and soon she was snapping naked selfies to post online. When her father caught her in the act, he took matters into hand. He was accustomed to fixing problems. A night tied up in the hayloft with nothing to do but stare at her digicam would teach Kylie a valuable lesson, he thought.
Little did he know that his distant neighbor's two grown sons were hunting stags in the woods that night near his old barn. If the weather turned wet they planned to bivouac in the hayloft for the night, as they always did...
tanuno
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[inkyscandal] Supafly Tribute: Sweet Dreams 1
This image was insprired by Supafly's funny image "Sweet Dreams." i commented on how much I enjoyed it at the time, and decided to try to make a similar image (but with tanlines!). Also, I decided to do a follow-up image portraying what might happen next, which I'll also post here.
[inkyscandal] Supafly Tribute: Sweet Dreams 2
This is a tribute to Supafly's image "Sweet Dreams." It re-imagines the scene a few moments after his image when the sweet, sleeping girlfriend awakes to find her man climaxing all over her.
This image was insprired by Supafly's funny image "Sweet Dreams." i commented on how much I enjoyed it at the time, and decided to try to make a similar image (but with tanlines!). Also, I decided to do a follow-up image portraying what might happen next, which I'll also post here.
This is a tribute to Supafly's image "Sweet Dreams." It re-imagines the scene a few moments after his image when the sweet, sleeping girlfriend awakes to find her man climaxing all over her.
tanuno
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[inkyscandal] A Sink Full of Dishes
Emily-Ann silently admonished herself, “Forgetting one plate, maybe, but an entire sink-full of dishes? That’s not believable. I may as well have answered the door naked and begged him for it. He doesn’t want that. I’m supposed to be subtle; make him wonder, make him spend the whole evening searching for a clue as we discuss our day like normal married people. We both like it that way. The anticipation is thrilling.
‘Not like this. He’d barely taken off his coat when I showed him what I’d done. Now my bottom is on fire and we haven’t even sat down to eat yet.
‘Why am I so desperate these days? I just can’t concentrate. I want to immerse myself in this; keep myself fit and eager to please. All day I fantasize about what we’ll do next; what position he’ll tie me in, what new vibrating toy he’ll bring home or what oral technique I want to try on him. I even wear these silly socks so my toes stay clean enough for him to suck on. Every day I masturbate until the I hear the garage door opening. Sometimes I’ve been edging for an hour by then. It’s crazy. Especially because he always plays it so cool. Even when my skin is flushed and my nipples are taut beneath my blouse, he’ll bide his sweet time anyway, acting the part like some super-fastidious husband from the 1950’s who checks for dust on the mantelpiece and scrutinizes his wine glass for fingerprints, while I play the innocent dotting housewife. Of course I always feel less convincing because I know the clues I’ve left.
‘Last Spring he really upped the ante when he hung that leather riding crop by the kitchen window; such a devious little trick. He knows I’m stalked by it when he’s not here. The sight of it gets me wet. All day long I pine for him to give me the attention I crave; the discipline and direction. He delivers them so well. He makes me earn it, but then always relieves my pent-up tension. My climaxes are like an opiate. They’ve changed my whole identity. Sometimes it’s almost midnight by the time I’ve had my fill and can’t take another. Then he finally lets himself go. I treasure the moment of his release. Usually I can’t fall asleep afterwards because I’m so excited by it.
‘But tonight I rushed my role. I wasn’t subtle at all. I wore that flimsy miniskirt; the one held together by little push-snaps. And I didn’t wear any panties at all! As soon as he opened the front door I beckoned him to the kitchen, ostensibly for his welcome-home cocktail but of course I’d left the sink full of yesterday’s dishes. They were right there in front of him; so gallingly obvious! And with the riding crop so handy, too…
‘He tore my skirt away and threw it across the room. His expression flared at the sight of my naked mound so puffy and wet. He spun me around and bent me over until I grabbed my ankles. A flurry of open-handed smacks served as my warm-up. Then, as I’d hoped, he switched to the riding crop. I cooed and flicked my hair. He knows just the intensity I need. Even the sound drives me crazy. It makes me pucker and whine. And the way he varies the tempo, each pop is a surprise. I become this flinching, whimpering, teetering hot mess. I even lose count. The backs of my thighs glow pink and my skin shivers. It almost makes me pee. Still I waggle my ass back and forth, knowing how he likes that. The whole display gets him hard as a truncheon.
‘If he had unzipped right then and fucked me, it would have been perfect. I was hoping he would so I held my pose after he hung the crop back on its hook. The tingly heat was throbbing through my privates and my eyes were watering. I wanted it so badly I almost begged! But he had me stand up instead and instructed me not to touch my ass, and now, as an additional punishment, I have to wash all these stupid dishes before dinner. He knows the waiting drives me crazier.
‘But I don’t want to wait tonight. My ass is so pink I can’t sit on a chair now anyway. He’s behind me, sipping his cocktail and no doubt admiring his handiwork while I sweat it out over the sink. I feel so wanton. I wish he would rub lotion onto my ass, like he usually does. That might get me through dinner at least. But what I really crave right now is his cock. I’m so wet he could slip it in with just one push. Even a finger would be heaven. I’d come in a heartbeat, I swear!
‘Screw it. Maybe I should just drop this plate? What would he do? Add a few more pops to my ass with that thing? I don’t think I can take any more. I’m already stoned on the sting of it. Maybe he’d use his hand instead? Or maybe he’d wrestle me to the floor and pin my arms back; take me prone from behind? And what if he puts that big rubber ball-gag in my mouth? He knows I like that. Or maybe he has some new surprise; a new bullet-vibe to slip inside me while he prepares my backdoor for a deep reaming. Jesus… if he does that I think I’ll faint!
‘This plate is so slippery with soap. It wasn’t expensive. Surely he’ll understand what I want, right? Right? Oh God.
‘Here goes…”
CRASH!
Emily-Ann silently admonished herself, “Forgetting one plate, maybe, but an entire sink-full of dishes? That’s not believable. I may as well have answered the door naked and begged him for it. He doesn’t want that. I’m supposed to be subtle; make him wonder, make him spend the whole evening searching for a clue as we discuss our day like normal married people. We both like it that way. The anticipation is thrilling.
‘Not like this. He’d barely taken off his coat when I showed him what I’d done. Now my bottom is on fire and we haven’t even sat down to eat yet.
‘Why am I so desperate these days? I just can’t concentrate. I want to immerse myself in this; keep myself fit and eager to please. All day I fantasize about what we’ll do next; what position he’ll tie me in, what new vibrating toy he’ll bring home or what oral technique I want to try on him. I even wear these silly socks so my toes stay clean enough for him to suck on. Every day I masturbate until the I hear the garage door opening. Sometimes I’ve been edging for an hour by then. It’s crazy. Especially because he always plays it so cool. Even when my skin is flushed and my nipples are taut beneath my blouse, he’ll bide his sweet time anyway, acting the part like some super-fastidious husband from the 1950’s who checks for dust on the mantelpiece and scrutinizes his wine glass for fingerprints, while I play the innocent dotting housewife. Of course I always feel less convincing because I know the clues I’ve left.
‘Last Spring he really upped the ante when he hung that leather riding crop by the kitchen window; such a devious little trick. He knows I’m stalked by it when he’s not here. The sight of it gets me wet. All day long I pine for him to give me the attention I crave; the discipline and direction. He delivers them so well. He makes me earn it, but then always relieves my pent-up tension. My climaxes are like an opiate. They’ve changed my whole identity. Sometimes it’s almost midnight by the time I’ve had my fill and can’t take another. Then he finally lets himself go. I treasure the moment of his release. Usually I can’t fall asleep afterwards because I’m so excited by it.
‘But tonight I rushed my role. I wasn’t subtle at all. I wore that flimsy miniskirt; the one held together by little push-snaps. And I didn’t wear any panties at all! As soon as he opened the front door I beckoned him to the kitchen, ostensibly for his welcome-home cocktail but of course I’d left the sink full of yesterday’s dishes. They were right there in front of him; so gallingly obvious! And with the riding crop so handy, too…
‘He tore my skirt away and threw it across the room. His expression flared at the sight of my naked mound so puffy and wet. He spun me around and bent me over until I grabbed my ankles. A flurry of open-handed smacks served as my warm-up. Then, as I’d hoped, he switched to the riding crop. I cooed and flicked my hair. He knows just the intensity I need. Even the sound drives me crazy. It makes me pucker and whine. And the way he varies the tempo, each pop is a surprise. I become this flinching, whimpering, teetering hot mess. I even lose count. The backs of my thighs glow pink and my skin shivers. It almost makes me pee. Still I waggle my ass back and forth, knowing how he likes that. The whole display gets him hard as a truncheon.
‘If he had unzipped right then and fucked me, it would have been perfect. I was hoping he would so I held my pose after he hung the crop back on its hook. The tingly heat was throbbing through my privates and my eyes were watering. I wanted it so badly I almost begged! But he had me stand up instead and instructed me not to touch my ass, and now, as an additional punishment, I have to wash all these stupid dishes before dinner. He knows the waiting drives me crazier.
‘But I don’t want to wait tonight. My ass is so pink I can’t sit on a chair now anyway. He’s behind me, sipping his cocktail and no doubt admiring his handiwork while I sweat it out over the sink. I feel so wanton. I wish he would rub lotion onto my ass, like he usually does. That might get me through dinner at least. But what I really crave right now is his cock. I’m so wet he could slip it in with just one push. Even a finger would be heaven. I’d come in a heartbeat, I swear!
‘Screw it. Maybe I should just drop this plate? What would he do? Add a few more pops to my ass with that thing? I don’t think I can take any more. I’m already stoned on the sting of it. Maybe he’d use his hand instead? Or maybe he’d wrestle me to the floor and pin my arms back; take me prone from behind? And what if he puts that big rubber ball-gag in my mouth? He knows I like that. Or maybe he has some new surprise; a new bullet-vibe to slip inside me while he prepares my backdoor for a deep reaming. Jesus… if he does that I think I’ll faint!
‘This plate is so slippery with soap. It wasn’t expensive. Surely he’ll understand what I want, right? Right? Oh God.
‘Here goes…”
CRASH!
tanuno
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[inkyscandal] Discovered
Viking wife caught cheating
Greenland and North America were discovered by Vikings…. and it was good.
Greenvald and Naughty Amelia were discovered by her Viking husband. Hmm… not so good.
You see, Vikings have no word for ‘cuckold.’ They do, however, have thirty-eight words for ‘revenge killing,’ so there you go.
Say bye-bye to Greenvald now; maybe leave a comment wishing him well in the afterlife. At least he went out with a bang, right? Bah-dum-dum, tsss! And it was anal no less! I wonder how he talked Amelia into that? I guess we’ll never know; poor bugger.
Haha. I’ll be here all week. Tip your waitress.
-Inky
Viking wife caught cheating
Greenland and North America were discovered by Vikings…. and it was good.
Greenvald and Naughty Amelia were discovered by her Viking husband. Hmm… not so good.
You see, Vikings have no word for ‘cuckold.’ They do, however, have thirty-eight words for ‘revenge killing,’ so there you go.
Say bye-bye to Greenvald now; maybe leave a comment wishing him well in the afterlife. At least he went out with a bang, right? Bah-dum-dum, tsss! And it was anal no less! I wonder how he talked Amelia into that? I guess we’ll never know; poor bugger.
Haha. I’ll be here all week. Tip your waitress.
-Inky
tanuno
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[inkyscandal] Tuesdays with Mr. Tickles
Cindy waits on her knees, hanging on Mr. Tickles’ every gesture. Her arms are bound, her nipples throb and the big ball-gag is making her drool. She realizes she can’t say her safe-word even if she wished to. So she just stares at him and waits; wondering whether he’ll put her back on the Symbian for another half hour, or tickle her with the feather duster some more, or finally give her what she desperately wants. She blinks at his sturdy erection, imagining the feel of it. A line of drool lands on her chest and slides slowly toward her navel. It’s so ticklish.
She’s become his servile concubine and they both know it. It isn’t something either of them can imagine breaking off. It’s the only path to satisfaction they know.
“Cindy?” he asks calmly.
“Mm-hm?” she hums.
“Are you ready to try something new?”
She nods eagerly.
“Good. I just need to fetch some lube from the bedroom. When I get back I want to see your little bottom propped-up high in the air, okay?”
“Nn-gay.”
“Today, my sweetness, I'm going to fuck you in the ass.”
“Ong-Gd…. Onhno. Riehry?”
“Yes Cindy. It’s time.”
“Mm-m.”
“Yes Cindy. You can't stay an anal-virgin forever.”
She falls silent, thinking about how much it might hurt. She hopes he will go slow. Eventually she murmurs: “N’gay.”
He finishes getting naked and then saunters from the room, leaving Cindy to work out a method of lowering herself to the carpet without falling on her face. He’ll back in a matter of seconds with the lube and she wants to be obedient. She shuffles around and carefully leans forward until her forehead is on the floor. Then she walks her knees back and relaxes her torso until her bottom is nicely splayed.
Footsteps approach. She closes her eyes and lets out a long, low whine as the lube begins to pile up on her tiny backdoor.
“Good girl Cindy,” he whispers. “You stay just like that.”
She tries to calm down.
Cindy waits on her knees, hanging on Mr. Tickles’ every gesture. Her arms are bound, her nipples throb and the big ball-gag is making her drool. She realizes she can’t say her safe-word even if she wished to. So she just stares at him and waits; wondering whether he’ll put her back on the Symbian for another half hour, or tickle her with the feather duster some more, or finally give her what she desperately wants. She blinks at his sturdy erection, imagining the feel of it. A line of drool lands on her chest and slides slowly toward her navel. It’s so ticklish.
She’s become his servile concubine and they both know it. It isn’t something either of them can imagine breaking off. It’s the only path to satisfaction they know.
“Cindy?” he asks calmly.
“Mm-hm?” she hums.
“Are you ready to try something new?”
She nods eagerly.
“Good. I just need to fetch some lube from the bedroom. When I get back I want to see your little bottom propped-up high in the air, okay?”
“Nn-gay.”
“Today, my sweetness, I'm going to fuck you in the ass.”
“Ong-Gd…. Onhno. Riehry?”
“Yes Cindy. It’s time.”
“Mm-m.”
“Yes Cindy. You can't stay an anal-virgin forever.”
She falls silent, thinking about how much it might hurt. She hopes he will go slow. Eventually she murmurs: “N’gay.”
He finishes getting naked and then saunters from the room, leaving Cindy to work out a method of lowering herself to the carpet without falling on her face. He’ll back in a matter of seconds with the lube and she wants to be obedient. She shuffles around and carefully leans forward until her forehead is on the floor. Then she walks her knees back and relaxes her torso until her bottom is nicely splayed.
Footsteps approach. She closes her eyes and lets out a long, low whine as the lube begins to pile up on her tiny backdoor.
“Good girl Cindy,” he whispers. “You stay just like that.”
She tries to calm down.
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