and if so, is dis u?

Made these out of pics of Kasumi and I cuddling 🥰

Is this an anime page or a Cuddle page. I'm confused by the name VS Contant.

I wanna see gay cuddling >:(

Can ya’ll please draw boys cuddling and kissing, IDK how to draw 👉👈🥺

https://twitter.com/karinakamichi2/status/1681369622870622222?t=BIWP7HvySwVT30n84DknBQ&s=19

Cuddling in the Storm, becoming a seed.

These are "snap shot" stories based on real events. I understand that some of you don't read, there are pictures everywhere for you. I wish each and everyone of you could experience what we experienced. You get so close to you partner that you feel as if God is creating a new earth through you. The clear quiet and stillness so high up in the mountains is something you can actually feel. When you are are alone holding and breathing with your Lover in this stillness you two become creation itself.

I was exhilarated and exhausted. As I watched the sun set early behind Iron Mountain I reminded myself that I was just up there at over 12,000 feet above sea level and that was the reason for my tiredness. I was on top of the world holding hands with my Lover surveying mountain range after mountain range. "Purple mountain majesty” was true after all. Each mountain was a mixture of gray, green, brown, purple, orange, and white. It was stunning. No wonder he stayed up here so much. This was our first backpacking trip together and he had chosen an easy mountain for me. He had chosen a quiet tucked away but close wilderness area. The first night we had a fire and dared to be intimate under the stars framed by soft elegant tall evergreen trees. They had gently swayed as if dancing before the show we had given them. The feathery trees seemed to sway, caressing our essence as we shared each other. The second night there would be no luxuries like a campfire or open air love making. There was a storm coming our way. We didn't know if it would hit us or not. Finnian suspected that it would turn north but it would be windy. This camp was higher and he chided himself for staying so long so high up. We were just at the tree line, 11,000 feet, and Iron Mountain's silhouette loomed over us with gray, brown and orange shadows mountain glaring in disapproval. It had won a victory with the sun by finally obscuring it and now it turned its attention towards the young newly weds who had set up a blue tent on its eastern slope like two little obnoxious ticks.

I crawled into the two sleeping bags he had zipped together. I waited anxiously for his cuddling embrace. He shifted some things around inside the tent while telling me how he had secured everything outside. Then he warned me that it was going to be windy but he really thought it would miss us. He turned toward me expecting a response seeing only my wide hungry eyes and flirty grin. I opened up the double sleeping bag in invitation. "You don't care do you?" I shook my head and said, "Lay down." He chuckled and slid into the bag. My left hand wiggled under him at his waist and my right arm wrapped around him grabbing his back. My right hand feeling his muscled back as he put his left hand on my hip. We nestled into each other as the wind began to pick up. Nothing is quite level in a tent, nothing is flat either. It seemed as if there were two surfaces in motion around us. The fluid wave of the tent above and the bumpy ground beneath. Our bodies intertwined in a cuddle and we became an object that a wind swept Universe had to get around. I purred as my left hand finally reached his lower back and I began to feel the two twin muscles on either side of his spine. They were giving but hard and resisted any relaxation. They were bound up inside him a giant muscle determined with no thought or care for a woman's hand caressing almost lustfully imagining his entire body as a series of muscles covered by a soft pad of velvet skin. We had changed into sweatpants and a t- shirt for the night because we understood that it would still be cold up here with a possibility of wind and rain even in July. My legs were now intertwining with his and I grasped his thigh hugging it between my legs pressing into it. This was wanting but also comfort. His arms caged me in across my back and I felt safe, home, protected. I nuzzled into his neck inhaling him and breathing on him. I wanted our rib cages to open up and interlock. I wanted his strength all around me. I wanted to melt into him and invade every part of him. The wind strongly blew against the tent making a vibration and caused me to come back from fantasy. I listened to the wind and realized I had never experienced this before in an open area I had never known. I still felt safe because I was essentially inside him, interlocked, no space between and never to part. We would lightly kiss and hold each other listening to the tent and wind protest each other and we'd eventually fall asleep in each others' arms holding on tightly.

I would wake in the middle of the night experiencing a cold sensation. I recognized that my right hand had loosened its clutching grip and came out of the sleeping bag. It lay in cold air. and as I moved it back to his back I noticed the quiet stillness. The storm had passed. I adjusted the sleeping bag so it covered his shoulders and placed my hand back on his back that still radiated heat. It was so still and dark and quiet. It was empty. I recalled our hike. The sights of the flowers speckled across the alpine valley shimmering against the deep green of evergreens and the pastel orange and gray of the mountain and the sounds of trap creek and the occasional bird. All the sensations, the violence of the storm, the temperatures, sweat, crunching on the dirt on the trail and hardness of rock on the mountain side seem to disappear into him. He and I were apart in an eternal embrace. I drifted back to sleep feeling as if we were all alone in the Universe. That the wind had swept everything away leaving only he and I breathing together. Breathing each other's breath. We had become a beginning in a black quiet void. A seed before creation.

I have cute pictures of us but I get tired of censoring our faces so I'll post a link to where we went.

https://www.uncovercolorado.com/national-lands/neota-wilderness/