Timothy A Rowland
Bio
I’m an every day human Xennial from the United States. I have many interest. I just want to improve your life and maybe entertain you. Available for writing projects at: https://timothyrowland.hbportal.co/public/655a4efa7907980026a17126
Stories (238/0)
Complacency is Not Contentment
Are you truly content in your life? Or are you just complacent? Complacency is not contentment; though many of us fool ourselves into thinking that they are the same thing. Worse; we often convince ourselves that we are one when in fact we are stuck trapped in the other. I say “we” because I surely count myself among those who are in this state of mind. Do you count yourself among us? If so; you found the right article, because we are going to talk about it here.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Motivation
Turn Any Photo Into a Unique Pattern
First off; you won’t find any promotion or affiliate links throughout this post, so rest assured that this is simply a fun idea for you to do in order to show your creative side. Websites and software are mentioned, but they are all free and I have no financial interest or investment in them. You can sell the patterns you make, however; this is not a work from home tutorial or anything such as that. It is… very fun, though.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Photography
Human Sexuality and Sexual Terminology
Note For Reader This was a paper I wrote for a Human Sexuality class during my freshmen year of college. It all remains true this day, so I wanted to share it with those who may have in interest in reading a perspective on this important topic.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Filthy
Walked In Erotic Story
I walk into the candle lit room and watch from the shadows. Your nude body glistens as you sit on the floor, slowly exploring your beautiful body. I watch as your breast turned up in the air move only slightly with each trip your hand makes down. Your nails-painted black- begin to vigorously explore your pussy, and I can hear your juices give way to your fingers. Remaining in the shadows I strip without you knowing I’m even there. I then approach silently while you start to breathe heavier and heavier… your fingers now moving faster. With your eyes closed you have still yet to see me there. Before I can get to you, you manage to turn over onto your hands and knees and now I revel in the sight of your beautiful tight ass up in the air.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Filthy
Motel Meeting
His instructions had been clear, so she waited patiently there on the bed... her nude body shimmering in the light of the full moon pouring in through the window. Even without her sight she could tell she was in a motel room still. The distinct smell that most motels have was undeniable. The note had told her to drive to the Lake Side Motel and rent room 132. There she was to strip nude and lay blindfolded on the bed as she awaited his arrival. Already she could feel the tightening of her nipples and juices of her longing taunting her wickedly.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Filthy
Equality Without Anarchy
Equality without anarchy; can it exist? Think about something; even if you're too young to remember (as I am), undoubtedly you can at least imagine this. The last time that a race-related issue was raised and people turned to violence and destruction to make a point… it sent military tanks rolling up the city streets of Augusta and Harlem, GA.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in The Swamp
7.8 Billion People & Only 1 You
There are an estimated 7.8 billion people in the world in 2020, and there is only one you. Let that sink in a moment. That means that there are 7,999,999,999 other people in the world; and not a single one could replace you in this world. Not even one person out of billions is able to give the world exactly what you do; simply by being present on Earth. You are literally irreplaceable.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Motivation
Nights of Passion
In the warmth of the room, a gentle breeze flickers the on looking flames of the vanilla scented candles filling the room. You glare across the room and through the bathroom door. The tub is filled, though all you are able to see are the rose pedals covering the surface of the water. Despite the fact that the faucet is turned off it seems as though the pedals are dancing on the water. Slowly something enters your vision on your right side… it’s a single rose being offered as I reach around your body. Before you can turn to face me, my chest is pushed against your back closely. You take the rose from my hand and as you lift it to your nose to softly take in its scent, my fingertips gently run through your hair brushing it lightly off of your neck. As my left hand falls tenderly upon your abdomen, and you feel slow waves of heat upon your neck- telling you my lips are close to your skin- you set the rose down lovingly upon the bed. You begin to wonder how all of that you see came about as you slept peacefully just moments ago.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Filthy
Frustration Rage Sex
I’m sitting and arguing with the computer for the second hour. The computer, the programs, nothing is working like it should. I’m in a bad mood. I hear you walking around and obviously; you’re in a good mood. You’re bouncing around and I can hear you being cheerful. I like when you’re happy, but right now; it’s getting to me…and not in a good way.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Filthy
