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twittercomfrnklin2001-blog · 4 months

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Julie

“So, how did you spend your evening, Frank?”

“I watched Doris Day smoke and land a plane.”

“At the same time?”

“No, but maybe a nice cigarette would have helped.”

If you’re a connoisseur of whacky movies, you’ll know I just watched Andrew L. Stone’s JULIE (1956, TCM), a film that opens crazy and closes crazier. I have no problems with films or plays that start “in medias res.” Getting thrown into the middle of something can be a fun challenge with the right story. But this picture starts so abruptly you may think you missed the first few chapters of a serial. It would, in fact, make a great serial, as newlywed Day discovers her second husband (Louis Jourdan) killed her first husband and is so insanely jealous he’ll take her out if she looks at another man. As the film starts, they’re arguing about his jealousy while driving along the Pacific shore. We don’t see what set him off. We don’t really learn who they are. We just see her driving as he loses it and puts his foot over hers on the accelerator. Then he apologizes, and she takes him back, and no, it’s not a film about masochism. It just seems that way. Eventually she gets away and he stalks her onto a flight (halfway through we learn she used to be a flight attendant), where he takes out the pilot and co-pilot leaving her to land the plane. This is all done very seriously, and to her credit, Day jacks up the tension quite convincingly. Also on the plus side, Fred Jackman, Jr.’s photography of the Carmel area is quite good, Stone and his wife, Virginia Stone, are great editors, and Jourdan gives an impressively understated performance as Day’s deranged husband. You also get Barry Sullivan as a sympathetic friend, Frank Lovejoy as a sympathetic homicide detective. a very pretty young Jack Kelly as the co-pilot, Ann Robinson as Day’s fellow stewardess and Mae Marsh as an hysterical passenger. Special credit also goes to Barney Phillips as the doctor tending Kelly in the cockpit (we should all be so lucky). Day may be the star, but his performance adds believably to the tension of the final scene. If you’re into drinking games, you could take a swig every time one of the men calls Day “honey” as she’s manning the controls at the end, though you might need medical attention afterwards. BTW, this is the last time Day smoked on screen (she did in a few of her films). She had a cancer scare during the shoot that led her to quit smoking.

#doris day #louis jourdan #barry sullivan #andrew l. stone #frank lovejoy #jack kelly #ann robinson #barney phillips #film noir #thrillers #stalker

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ulrichgebert · 2 years

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Und wieder einmal feierten wir völlig unkritisch und mit größtem Vergnügen die Beiträge der schwarzen Rasse zur Unterhaltungsindustrie der letzten 25 Jahre. Vor 1943. Natürlich ist nicht alles politisch korrekt, aber es wäre ein Jammer, deshalb auf die brillante Show von Lena, Bill, Cab und Fats, den Salt Lake City Blues und die Nicholas Brothers in der von Fred Astaire als die großartigste Tanznummer, die er je gesehen habe gepriesene zu verzichten.

#Stormy Weather #Lena Horne #Bill Robinson #Cab Calloway #Fats Waller #Harold Nicholas #Fayard Nicholas #Dooley Wilson #Ada Brown #Katherine Dunham #Film gesehen #Andrew L. Stone #Musical

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mnetn · 4 months

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bob 📞

BON. j'ai découvert la filmo de cassavetes réalisateur (masterclass, jsp pourquoi j'ai attendu aussi longtemps) et la filmo acteur (mdr il a bien utilisé hollywood) et c'est vraiment troooop bien

qu'il est classe (new hyperfixation)

he is soooooooo 😳😳😳😳😫

j'ai fait 3 edits en 2 jours c'est l'usine ???

#the night holds terror #1955 #cinéma américain #andrew l . stone #john cassavetes #john cassaslay plutôt 🎀#i need him

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cohibacubancigars · 1 year

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Modern Kitchen

#Mid-sized modern l-shaped porcelain tile and black floor eat-in kitchen remodel ideas with stainless steel appliances #an island #flat-panel cabinets #light wood cabinets #quartz countertops #gray backsplash #and stone slab backsplash. chandelier #maple cabinets #quartz #concrete countertop #kohler sink #maple #andrew neyer

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filmgifs · 9 months

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Lena Horne performs "I Can’t Give You Anything but Love, Baby" Stormy Weather (1943) dir. Andrew L. Stone

#Stormy Weather #1940s #musicals #Lena Horne #gif #michi #filmedit #musicedit #nerd4music #userlenny #usergina #userrobin #userlenie #uservienna #usertom #ritahayworrth #userteri

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365filmsbyauroranocte · 1 year

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Stormy Weather (Andrew L. Stone, 1943)

#films watched in 2023 #Stormy Weather #Andrew L. Stone #siete #1943 #Andrew L Stone #Lena Horne #Bill Robinson #Katherine Dunham #Fats Waller #song #music #musical #dance #shoes #piano #black and white

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breelandwalker · 1 year

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JSTOR Articles on the History of Witchcraft, Witch Trials, and Folk Magic Beliefs

This is a partial of of articles on these subjects that can be found in the JSTOR archives. This is not exhaustive - this is just the portion I've saved for my own studies (I've read and referenced about a third of them so far) and I encourage readers and researchers to do their own digging. I recommend the articles by Ronald Hutton, Owen Davies, Mary Beth Norton, Malcolm Gaskill, Michael D. Bailey, and Willem de Blecourt as a place to start.

If you don't have personal access to JSTOR, you may be able to access the archive through your local library, university, museum, or historical society.

Full text list of titles below the cut:

'Hatcht up in Villanie and Witchcraft': Historical, Fiction, and Fantastical Recuperations of the Witch Child, by Chloe Buckley

'I Would Have Eaten You Too': Werewolf Legends in the Flemish, Dutch and German Area, by Willem de Blecourt

'The Divels Special Instruments': Women and Witchcraft before the Great Witch-hunt, by Karen Jones and Michael Zell

'The Root is Hidden and the Material Uncertain': The Challenges of Prosecuting Witchcraft in Early Modern Venice, by Jonathan Seitz

'Your Wife Will Be Your Biggest Accuser': Reinforcing Codes of Manhood at New England Witch Trials, by Richard Godbeer

A Family Matter: The CAse of a Witch Family in an 18th-Century Volhynian Town, by Kateryna Dysa

A Note on the Survival of Popular Christian Magic, by Peter Rushton

A Note on the Witch-Familiar in Seventeenth Century England, by F.H. Amphlett Micklewright

African Ideas of Witchcraft, by E.G. Parrinder

Aprodisiacs, Charms, and Philtres, by Eleanor Long

Charmers and Charming in England and Wales from the Eighteenth to the Twentieth Century, by Owen Davies

Charming Witches: The 'Old Religion' and the Pendle Trial, by Diane Purkiss

Demonology and Medicine in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries, by Sona Rosa Burstein

Denver Tries A Witch, by Margaret M. Oyler

Devil's Stones and Midnight Rites: Megaliths, Folklore, and Contemporary Pagan Witchcraft, by Ethan Doyle White

Edmund Jones and the Pwcca'r Trwyn, by Adam N. Coward

Essex County Witchcraft, by Mary Beth Norton

From Sorcery to Witchcraft: Clerical Conceptions of Magic in the Later Middle Ages, by Michael D. Bailey

German Witchcraft, by C. Grant Loomis

Getting of Elves: Healing, Witchcraft and Fairies in the Scottish Witchcraft Trials, by Alaric Hall

Ghost and Witch in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries, by Gillian Bennett

Ghosts in Mirrors: Reflections of the Self, by Elizabeth Tucker

Healing Charms in Use in England and Wales 1700-1950, by Owen Davies

How Pagan Were Medieval English Peasants?, by Ronald Hutton

Invisible Men: The Historian and the Male Witch, by Lara Apps and Andrew Gow

Johannes Junius: Bamberg's Famous Male Witch, by Lara Apps and Andrew Gow

Knots and Knot Lore, by Cyrus L. Day

Learned Credulity in Gianfrancesco Pico's Strix, by Walter Stephens

Literally Unthinkable: Demonological Descriptions of Male Witches, by Lara Apps and Andrew Gow

Magical Beliefs and Practices in Old Bulgaria, by Louis Petroff

Maleficent Witchcraft in Britian since 1900, by Thomas Waters

Masculinity and Male Witches in Old and New England, 1593-1680, by E.J. Kent

Methodism, the Clergy, and the Popular Belief in Witchcraft and Magic, by Owen Davies

Modern Pagan Festivals: A Study in the Nature of Tradition, by Ronald Hutton

Monstrous Theories: Werewolves and the Abuse of History, by Willem de Blecourt

Neapolitan Witchcraft, by J.B. Andrews and James G. Frazer

New England's Other Witch-Hunt: The Hartford Witch-Hunt of the 1660s and Changing Patterns in Witchcraft Prosecution, by Walter Woodward

Newspapers and the Popular Belief in Witchcraft and Magic in the Modern Period, by Owen Davies

Occult Influence, Free Will, and Medical Authority in the Old Bailey, circa 1860-1910, by Karl Bell

Paganism and Polemic: The Debate over the Origins of Modern Pagan Witchcraft, by Ronald Hutton

Plants, Livestock Losses and Witchcraft Accusations in Tudor and Stuart England, by Sally Hickey

Polychronican: Witchcraft History and Children, interpreting England's Biggest Witch Trial, 1612, by Robert Poole

Publishing for the Masses: Early Modern English Witchcraft Pamphlets, by Carla Suhr

Rethinking with Demons: The Campaign against Superstition in Late Medieval and Early Modern Europe from a Cognitive Perspective, by Andrew Keitt

Seasonal Festivity in Late Medieval England, Some Further Reflections, by Ronald Hutton

Secondary Targets: Male Witches on Trial, by Lara Apps and Andrew Gow

Some Notes on Modern Somerset Witch-Lore, by R.L. Tongue

Some Notes on the History and Practice of Witchcraft in the Eastern Counties, by L.F. Newman

Some Seventeenth-Century Books of Magic, by K.M. Briggs

Stones and Spirits, by Jane P. Davidson and Christopher John Duffin

Superstitions, Magic, and Witchcraft, by Jeffrey R. Watt

The 1850s Prosecution of Gerasim Fedotov for Witchcraft, by Christine D. Worobec

The Catholic Salem: How the Devil Destroyed a Saint's Parish (Mattaincourt, 1627-31), by William Monter

The Celtic Tarot and the Secret Tradition: A Study in Modern Legend Making, by Juliette Wood

The Cult of Seely Wights in Scotland, by Julian Goodare

The Decline of Magic: Challenge and Response in Early Enlightenment England, by Michael Hunter

The Devil-Worshippers at the Prom: Rumor-Panic as Therapeutic Magic, by Bill Ellis

The Devil's Pact: Diabolic Writing and Oral Tradition, by Kimberly Ball

The Discovery of Witches: Matthew Hopkins' Defense of his Witch-hunting Methods, by Sheilagh Ilona O'Brien

The Disenchantment of Magic: Spells, Charms, and Superstition in Early European Witchcraft Literature, by Michael D. Bailey

The Epistemology of Sexual Trauma in Witches' Sabbaths, Satanic Ritual Abuse, and Alien Abduction Narratives, by Joseph Laycock

The European Witchcraft Debate and the Dutch Variant, by Marijke Gijswijt-Hofstra

The Flying Phallus and the Laughing Inquisitor: Penis Theft in the Malleus Maleficarum, by Moira Smith

The Framework for Scottish Witch-Hunting for the 1590s, by Julian Goodare

The Imposture of Witchcraft, by Rossell Hope Robbins

The Last Witch of England, by J.B. Kingsbury

The Late Lancashire Witches: The Girls Next Door, by Meg Pearson

The Malefic Unconscious: Gender, Genre, and History in Early Antebellum Witchcraft Narratives, by Lisa M. Vetere

The Mingling of Fairy and Witch Beliefs in Sixteenth and Seventeenth Century Scotland, by J.A. MacCulloch

The Nightmare Experience, Sleep Paralysis, and Witchcraft Accusations, by Owen Davies

The Pursuit of Reality: Recent Research into the History of Witchcraft, by Malcolm Gaskill

The Reception of Reginald Scot's Discovery of Witchcraft: Witchcraft, Magic, and Radical Religions, by S.F. Davies

The Role of Gender in Accusations of Witchcraft: The Case of Eastern Slovenia, by Mirjam Mencej

The Scottish Witchcraft Act, by Julian Goodare

The Werewolves of Livonia: Lycanthropy and Shape-Changing in Scholarly Texts, 1550-1720, by Stefan Donecker

The Wild Hunter and the Witches' Sabbath, by Ronald Hutton

The Winter Goddess: Percht, Holda, and Related Figures, by Lotta Motz

The Witch's Familiar and the Fairy in Early Modern England and Scotland, by Emma Wilby

The Witches of Canewdon, by Eric Maple

The Witches of Dengie, by Eric Maple

The Witches' Flying and the Spanish Inquisitors, or How to Explain Away the Impossible, by Gustav Henningsen

To Accommodate the Earthly Kingdom to Divine Will: Official and Nonconformist Definitions of Witchcraft in England, by Agustin Mendez

Unwitching: The Social and Magical Practice in Traditional European Communities, by Mirjam Mencej

Urbanization and the Decline of Witchcraft: An Examination of London, by Owen Davies

Weather, Prayer, and Magical Jugs, by Ralph Merrifield

Witchcraft and Evidence in Early Modern England, by Malcolm Gaskill

Witchcraft and Magic in the Elizabethan Drama by H.W. Herrington

Witchcraft and Magic in the Rochford Hundred, by Eric Maple

Witchcraft and Old Women in Early Modern Germany, by Alison Rowlands

Witchcraft and Sexual Knowledge in Early Modern England, by Julia M. Garrett

Witchcraft and Silence in Guillaume Cazaux's 'The Mass of Saint Secaire', by William G. Pooley

Witchcraft and the Early Modern Imagination, by Robin Briggs

Witchcraft and the Western Imagination by Lyndal Roper

Witchcraft Belief and Trals in Early Modern Ireland, by Andrew Sneddon

Witchcraft Deaths, by Mimi Clar

Witchcraft Fears and Psychosocial Factors in Disease, by Edward Bever

Witchcraft for Sale, by T.M. Pearce

Witchcraft in Denmark, by Gustav Henningsen

Witchcraft in Germany, by Taras Lukach

Witchcraft in Kilkenny, by T. Crofton Croker

Witchcraft in Anglo-American Colonies, by Mary Beth Norton

Witchcraft in the Central Balkans I: Characteristics of Witches, by T.P. Vukanovic

Witchcraft in the Central Balkans II: Protection Against Witches, by T.P. Vukanovic

Witchcraft Justice and Human Rights in Africa, Cases from Malawi, by Adam Ashforth

Witchcraft Magic and Spirits on the Border of Pennsylvania and West Virginia, by S.P. Bayard

Witchcraft Persecutions in the Post-Craze Era: The Case of Ann Izzard of Great Paxton, 1808, by Stephen A. Mitchell

Witchcraft Prosecutions and the Decline of Magic, by Edward Bever

Witchcraft, by Ray B. Browne

Witchcraft, Poison, Law, and Atlantic Slavery, by Diana Paton

Witchcraft, Politics, and Memory in Seventeeth-Century England, by Malcolm Gaskill

Witchcraft, Spirit Possession and Heresy, by Lucy Mair

Witchcraft, Women's Honour and Customary Law in Early Modern Wales, by Sally Parkin

Witches and Witchbusters, by Jacqueline Simpson

Witches, Cunning Folk, and Competition in Denmark, by Timothy R. Tangherlini

Witches' Herbs on Trial, by Michael Ostling

#witchcraft #witchblr #history #history of witchcraft #occult #witch trials #research #recommended reading #book recs #jstor

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whorekneecentral · 5 months

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Black Out

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: power outages, john being very husband and him being very cheeky per usual, wax play, one of those massage oil candles, nipple play, penetrative sex (p in v), cream pie, 'slut' used in a sexual way.

Word Count: 2,158

Author's Note: you guys don't understand the struggle I went through to find a pic of this man that matched, why does he hide from the cameras and make my life so hard??

merry smutmas series

Your husband blows a fuse with the Christmas lights and you’re stuck in the dark, but you find a way to make the best of it.

It was no secret about what sold you on the house you were living in was the neighbourhood; the photos of the houses covered in lights and lawns decorated like a winter wonderland was enough to get John to give it to you.

You were a winter girl through and through, you started counting down to Christmas the moment you saw the first orange leaf on the trees. You had already dreamt of having your own place; the white picket fences, the wrap around porch with the massive 10 foot Christmas tree in the window.

It was 4 weeks to Christmas and you were in full fledged Christmas prep mode. John had finally had some free time in his schedule to help you get the house ready for the holidays.

You had bundled your husband up, sending him outside to put the lights up around the house and you had done most of the stuff around the house while he was at training and gone for away games. You had been putting up the last few ornaments on the tree.

The last gold ball had been placed on the empty branch and as you go to take a step back and admire your work, the power to the house cuts out.

"What the f-" "Babe?!" John calls, walking into the house.

You look over at your husband, clearly confused and he makes a face. "Crap, it's out in here too?"

"I take it the lights are off outside?"

John nods, walking down the stairs to the basement to check the fuse box. You shout for the top of the stairs, "did you blow a fuse?"

He appears at the bottom of the stairs, the two of you look at each other in the dark, the only light coming from your phone flashlight that was on. "I tried all of them. Nothing's coming on, so I don't think I did that."

Your phone buzzes in your hand, there's a message from your neighbour. "It's Andrew," you tell him as he comes up. "He says the power's out at their place too, looks like it's the whole block."

"Did we do that?" John makes a face, and you shake your head. "I'm sure it's just the weather. They'll probably be able to fix it in the morning, so let's go find the candles."

You leave your husband in the stairway, walking to the kitchen with your phone flash light lighting the wooden floor path. You set the phone on the counter in such a way that the lights shine into the drawers as you search for the candles.

John pinches your hip, startling you. "John!" You laughed, smacking his arm. The man smiles, looking around for the lighter when you set the candles on the counter.

He comes up beside you and lights the candles that you had set on the counter. You were tumbling through the drawers below, trying to look for more so you could put some in the living room. With all your hurriedness, you didn't realize that John had already lit the candles on the counter, and you accidentally knocked one over onto the floor.

"Ow!" You winced, pulling your foot away when the hot wax splashed onto it.

John bends down, carefully picking up the candle and setting it back on the counter. "Are you okay?" He crouches back down, rubbing the top of your foot.

You nod, "fine, just a bit hot."

He smiles at you, rubbing at the soft wax that was starting to dry on your foot. "C'mon," he takes your hand, leading you to the living room.

The two candles that you left in the kitchen are carried over to the living room, and John sets them on the coffee table. You are another smaller, white candle in a glass jar in your hand, that you set on the coffee table and then light.

You and John find yourself on the couch, your husband's arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. Now the power is off, so is the heating. Which meant the two of you were going to get very cold very quickly.

A few minutes had passed and the candles were starting to smell, but one more than the others; the one in the glass jar.

"Is that vanilla?" John asks, looking over at you. You hum, head on his shoulder, the orange of the candle light caskets a glow over you.

"Yeah, one of those oil ones."

John's head tilted, clearly confused as to what you meant and you continued speaking to further explain. "It's one of those massage oil candles. When it melts, it turns into oil you can use for massages."

"And if you don't use it?" He asks.

"Hardens again, until you decide to relight it."

John hums, leaning forward to smell the candle on the coffee table. "Doesn't seem like something you'd buy."

You laughed, shaking your head. "It's not. It was part of the gift basket that Sasha gave me for my birthday."

The room falls quiet, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence. You hoped the power would come back on soon, otherwise you were certain you were gonna freeze to death. You know how most guys run hot when they sleep, girlfriend's jokes that they're like a human furnace? Not John. That man was like an ice cube, freezing your whole body anytime you cuddled him; perfect for the summer actually.

Your husband leans his neck to one side, groaning as he rubs the space between his shoulder and his neck. "What's wrong?" You looked over at him, concerned.

"Just sore, probably from putting up the lights."

"Want me to rub it?" You offered and he nodded. "Lay down, take your shirt off."

John follows your instructions, taking his shirt off and lying flat on his stomach. You climb on top of him, legs on either side of his hips as you sit on his butt. He can feel you move around, you shift a bit before something hot lands on his back.

"Ow! What the hell, woman?!" He groans, trying to wiggle away.

"Sorry!" You giggled, setting the oil candle back on the coffee table. "Was that hot? My bad, babe."

John rolls his eyes, making you laugh before you start rubbing the oil in with your hands. Smoothing the yellowish liquid over his skin, paying special attention to his upper back and his shoulders. John lets out a soft groan when you press into his shoulders, thumbs working over the small knot you felt.

He hums, satisfied as your hands slide back down his back, resting on his sides. "All done."

"So much better," he smiles, sitting up when you get off of him. "Your turn." He pats your hip, waving his finger to get you to take your top off.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you comply. Your top tossed on the floor with his before you lay on your stomach, pulling your hair out of the way. "Don't burn me," you warn him.

John scoffs, "you mean like what you did to me?"

Shrugging, you purse your lips. "No idea what you mean.. just a warning, Mr. Stones." He hums, gesturing for you to lay down.

You get comfortable, John's cold fingers causing you to shiver as he unclasps your bra. He whispers sorry before you hear the sound of him rubbing his hands together. He asks if you're ready and you nod, telling him you are.

John picks up the glass jar, slowly pouring the liquid over your back. You let out a small whimper at the hotness, waiting for the feeling of it dripping down your back, like you had watched it do on John but it never came.

Instead, it felt as if it had frozen on your skin. You glanced back at your husband, "what is that?" The angle you were at was awkward, trying to see what was in his hand.

John reached over you and set the glass jar down, some nonsensical name slapped on the front and it was a candle, an actual candle. Not the massage oil you had poured onto him.

"Why-" You start but he cuts you off. "Don't think I didn't notice that sound you made in the kitchen."

"What sound?" You asked, looking away. John smirks, shaking his head at your faux innocence. "The same sound you made a few seconds ago."

"Shut up." You whispered.

"Turn over," he tells you, tossing a throw pillow down for you to put your head on and you get comfortable. John looks at you, the candle back in his head before he tilts it, pouring a bit on your stomach. "Is that okay?" He looks up at you for your reaction.

You hum, nodding. "More than okay."

He smiles, tugging at your leggings and you help him get them off, adding them to the pile of unwanted clothes. John continues pouring the wax slowly, letting it drip up and down your thighs, the red wax drying and sticking to your skin.

You knew it would be a mess to clean up but you couldn't care less at the moment.

You look at your husband, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it.

Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips. You feel him shift, his hand dropping to pick up the candle once more and without warning, he lets the warm wax drip over your tits, the red liquid drying against your skin.

“You’re having too much fun.” You giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows. John sets the candle down next to him as he sits, back resting on the couch. "So come have some fun," he smiles, "it's only fair to share in the fun, isn't it?"

You climb back onto his lap, pushing on his sweatpants. John's hand drops down, smacking your ass. "So pretty like this," he mumbles against your skin, kissing along your neck.

"So I'm not pretty otherwise?"

"You're the prettiest, ever." He smiles, kissing you as you sink down onto his cock. John groans, his hand on your hip to steady you and his head tilts back, resting on the couch.

Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

John's hand stays on your hip, his firm grasp keeping you in place as you rock back and forth. You reach behind him to grab the candle, pouring the wax over his bare chest.

The red stood out in comparison to his pale skin, John smiles when you do. “So handsome like this,” you mumbles, glancing down to watch how your finger smudges the almost tacky wax around his chest.

John flashes you a smile, looking up at you. "Not handsome otherwise?"

You shook your head, "no." You smiled, kissing the man. You rock your hips forward and his head drops back into the couch again, his eyes fluttered closed. “God, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you.

He can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back. Your husband has you bouncing in his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist resting on your lower back, all while your face is buried in the crook of his neck. Your lips on his soft skin - a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

“John fuck, oh god-” your hips rock forwards and you feel him pull you closer.

“This pussy was made just for me, hm? That's my pretty slut." He whispers in your ear and it's like something switches in you.

He can feel you clench around him and bounce a little more, your clit brushing against him with each bounce and rock. Your arms are over his shoulders and fingers tangled in his messy curls, tugging it back and his head tips back, leaving his neck exposed for you to mark.

You pull him down onto you, his chest pressed to yours and your hand rests on his cheek.

Your husband kissing you and with a few sloppy thrusts, you feel yourself being pushed over the edge. John groans, feeling you clench around him and he follows behind you, now coming down from his own high.

You pull away from him, leaning back in his arms; the two of you feeling the after effects of your orgasms, covered in wax, massage oil, cum and sweat. You can't help the giggle that slips out.

"What?" He asks, chuckling at your giggling.

"The power should go out more often," you tell him, picking at the wax on his chest.

John laughs, smiling at you. "Yeah, it should."

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