How silly of me
to forget that I am
the love of my life 🥰
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@girlnextdoor094
How silly of me
to forget that I am
the love of my life 🥰
The first time I had sex with a woman, just her and I, I marvelled at the pace. Sex with men always felt pressing, driven by an intensity that climbed quickly. Sometimes I liked that energy, it made me feel wanted, desired. The rush was fun, like tearing open a present. Other times I felt like we skipped over the good parts, like I could have pressed against him while he kissed my neck for hours. Sometimes I felt like I was trying to catch up, I was too young and inexperienced to say “Slow down.”
The first time I had sex with a woman, and it was just her and I, we kissed for hours. Literally hours. Slow, tender, swollen-lips, hands in our hair, teasing tongues, moans and soft sounds, our hips pressing together, in no hurry but never staying still. By the time I pressed my hand between her legs her panties were soaked right through. That little wet spot made fireworks in my head, my clit throbbed. This was divine. I didn’t pull her cotton underwear aside until she was already close to orgasm, just from my fingertips tracing over the fabric, and her eager grinding against my palm.
After she came we slowed down but never stopped touching each other until she’d had her second, third and fourth. There’s a difference between “I came” and “I’m satiated”. Fucking someone who understood that made sex an entirely new thing. We fucked until we were finished, exhausted and spent. I finally felt satisfied.
The next time a man touched me all I could feel was the energy propelled by his hard-on. The rush that rush-of-blood to his cock put him in. I felt like I wasn’t there.
(Reflections by Heart - Excerpt from “Queer Enough” Zine, 2018)
If you were magically turned into an object then what would you be?
Ohh hmm…a candle 🕯 One that smells like pomegranate and spice
Hii friends! Happy Friday 🥳
The forgiveness of October air, which smells naked, new and accepts the shape of everything in its mouth.
-Bob Hicok,from 'Days are getting longer'
Ocean Vuong, from “Not Even”, Time Is a Mother
👻 it’s spooky szn 🎃
⭐️O ⭐️M⭐️G⭐️
This is almost as pretty as the pink hearts one from last year 💕😍🥰💕💗💖💞 The little floaty stars! The pretty purple! That soft firm texture 🤤😍
Marina Tsvetaeva, from “Poem Of The End”, Bride of Ice
Okay but fr fr, I’m gonna need someone to fuck me up against these windows as the sun sets. Please? 🥺🥺 I’ll be such a good girl, I promise, I just wanna cum pressed up against the cool glass while we look out over the harbor 🥵
Summertiiiiiiiiime and the living’s easy ☀️
Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart; “August 24, 2018”
Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell
Taste the rainbow 🌈
want her to make me put my lush deep inside me so i can writhe and grind against it naked while she’s fully clothed watching me in amusement. want her to turn the controls up higher and wonder why i’m not whimpering yet. figuring out that i’m not clenching and her getting on top of me. pushing the lush deeper inside of me and whispering in my ear that on the count of three i better start fucking clenching down on the lush in my hole like the needy whore i am. clenching on three right as she moves the remote to the highest vibration, watching me whine and whimper and cry out so much. telling me “i knew you were a fucking whore, keep clenching to remind yourself what to do when i’m inside you with the strap you’ve been too tight for”
having her keep edging me with the lush, making sure i’m clenching down like the useless toy i am. pushing it deeper inside me while i cry because she’s not “convinced it’s deep enough for a slut” like me
😭😭😭😭
Are you ever just minding your own business doing something mundane like waiting in line, when your brain suddenly is like “remember how good it felt when she was all warm and wet and pressed against you?” and like everything around just gets fuzzy and faded as your heart throbs between your legs?
No? Just me? 🥵🥴🫠😘😍
I wanna make out so bad right now. Nice and slow. Soft moans. Fingers slipping underneath shirts and waistbands. That kind of making out that builds slowly. Hitched breathes and your hips rocking against my thigh. Open mouthed gasps against your neck and fingers tight in my hair. Firm thighs and rough denim and soaked cotten pressing into you. Too many clothes but it feels so good. I just want to make you feel good.