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femme lesbian (she/they, 22) men, minors and blank blogs dni
Switch but mostly a domme. Always a pillow princess. taken by my butch🩷
just a place to curate some online sensuality for myself. ironically I am a lesbian erotica writer but I don't post much online, though sometimes I ramble. This is mostly a place to have fun and not think too hard...
warning, there will be blood.
sometimes when I'm getting horny, I don't do anything about it... I can feel myself getting wet, pussy throbbing, clit aching to be touched, but I don't. I just lay back, losing myself in dirty thoughts and soon I'm moaning and whining, legs spread open, clenching around nothing... if I keep going, my legs start shaking, hips thrusting up, I get teary eyed... without touching myself or doing anything about it, just feeling how horny I am... and I must say that it always feels so incredibly fucking good
If you are attracted to a girl it's important to show her sinister artifacts and relics
and for the good boy, perhaps my fingers in your mouth while you're on your knees looking up at me?
「絡み合う」/「よむ」のイラスト [pixiv]
Bites you (romantically)
femmes are things that are soft and fun to hit when ur bored
i didn't like the idea of free use for a long time, but i think it's because i was imagining it from a bottom's perspective. recently, i've been thinking a lot about what it would be like to be a free use top...
having my strap on all the time under my clothes for my partner to grind against whenever they want. pushing my hips down so i can't chase theirs, can't set the pace, just letting them use me like a toy, because i am one. forcibly being cockwarmed and threatened not to move while they use a vibrator to help themselves get off, only letting me feel their wetness soak my boxers. waking up to them soaking my thigh, nails biting into my arms as i whimper for more. having my face shoved between their legs whenever they want, because i'm lucky to even get a taste. bending themselves over the counter and telling me i'd better hit hard if i want to earn the privilege of fucking them. their breathy moans in my ear and hands slipping under my shirt whenever, and wherever, they want me.
Secretary (2002)
Your butch is asleep. Dead asleep. And it's nearly midnight and you woke up out of the blue just so needy. You try and ignore it, closing your eyes again, but they're so warm and broad behind you, and the weight of their arm over your waist is so heavy.
Maybe just...just a little relief, you think to yourself. You start squeezing your legs together and trying to grind your clit down. Your movements are small and quiet- you don't want to wake them. And they're not working. You consider using your hands over your panties, but they would definitely wake up for that. So you turn around to them, sling a leg over their hip. Even in sleep they pull you closer and your heart melts a little.
But you're still just so needy. So you grind on their thigh, so nice and slow. Dragging your pretty lace-covered pussy back and forth, feeling for that ridge where their boxers border the skin. You have to bring a hand up to cover your mouth, and constantly check how fast and hard you're rubbing yourself on them. Their hand squeezes your waist one more time, then goes so soft and limp, coming to rest in front of your belly.
And you shouldn't. You really, really shouldn't. But all that's curling around your brain right now is how good their fingers feel, how wet you are, and how quickly you can make yourself cum. So you grab their hand, and slide it down your belly, over your mound, and let it rest flat against your pussy. God, even the palm of their hand feels incredible. So warm and a little rough, and you grind on it slow, one of your hands over theirs, keeping it in place, and the other still over your mouth.
Soon though... It's not enough. You can feel your wetness soaking their hand, you're so soaked, and you're trying so hard to get close. It's just not working. And whispering to yourself about how awful you are for taking advantage of them, you use your hand to curl their fingers. Two slide into you so easily, and if it weren't for the hand you're keeping pressed tight over your face, you definitely would have woken them. You fuck yourself on their fingers. Eyes rolling back, mouth opening, just so desperate and craving for your sweetheart. You get so comfortable with their fingers inside, you start moving faster.
And then all of the sudden you are so dizzy- gasping and looking at the ceiling. Their fingers start curling sharp on every insert, they start pumping their hand into you so fast, you can't keep your stunned little sounds in your mouth. In the dark, you can still make out their smile.
"what, baby, miss me already?'
L’ARTE DELLA GIOIA — ‘The Art of Joy’ episode 2
I love watching a femme grab my strap and ease herself onto it. The little whimpers and soft moans as she takes every inch, settling in until she's exactly as full as she wants to be. The way her eyes flutter shut, her head tilts back, and she melts into the moment... there's just something about it that drives me crazy.
