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@hetheyharnesswhore
That tiny gasp as my fingers push inside you.
The almost imperceptible way your eyes widen slightly as my fingers press in.
The way you moan when my fingers curl inside you.
The shout of surprise when I just start fucking you hard immediately.
The sound of your wetness all over my hand as it pounds in and out.
The way you pant “please” over and over and over in my ear, grasping onto me to hold on.
I wonder how many times I can make you beg please before you beg stop.
The thought of someone telling you that you have to be quiet with their hand over your mouth, just to fuck you harder so all you can do is moan and whine <33
I need to eat pussy in a pathetically subby way NOW!!! I need to be on my knees with my head being pushed closer to their cunt THIS INSTANT!!! like and subscribe if you agree
YOUR STOMACH IS HOT. YOUR STOMACH IS SEXY. YOUR STOMACH IS BEAUTIFUL. YOUR STOMACH IS HANDSOME. LET IT OUT, BREATHE. YOU ARE SAFE HERE AND YOUR BODY IS A WORK OF ART TO ME.
xo, a dyke tired of bullshit ♡
The beautiful part of faggydyke-dykeyfag sex is that my butch instinct of "your boyfriend can't make you cum? fuck it, let me try" not only transcends gender but WORKS
need a service top so i can guide their hands to where i need it, pull their hair to get them at the perfect angle on my clit, tell them exactly how i want to be fucked with little murmurs of "harder... oh fuck- faster", shower them in praise so they know they're doing well, moan out "fuuuck that feels so good baby" when they hit that perfect spot, and cum even harder knowing they're also getting off on pleasing me
Photo by Romy Suskin (1994), Nothing But The Girl: The Blatant Lesbian Image (1996)
Marcy and Sarah, photography by Ricky Lee, "Driving Ms. Diesel", circa late 90's
if i talk abt marital free use. if i talk abt lesbian househusbands who obediently let their wives bend them over anywhere and at any time. dyke who knows better than to wear panties while in the home bc their spouse will simply rip them to shreds for easy access. lesbian couple who hosts dinner and then disappears into the laundry room to "take care" of something, reemerging moments later, breathless and a little askew. if i speak abt husbands having to squeeze their legs together to keep their wives' cum inside them while they sit on the couch and chat with guests, will you guys be able to handle it or no
Working at the sex shop really did rewire my brain. There was basically no topic that was too taboo to talk about, and what little propriety I’d had evaporated. I’d be out walking and chatting with friends about erotica I’d had to read that day only to be shushed and realize people were staring at me.
It always struck me as a little bit silly but I learned to curb myself for others comfort levels. Mostly.
But I have one distinct memory of decorating holiday cookies with my parents and my grandmother. My mom had worked in a sex shop back in her day, and I never hid my line of work from my family, so I was telling a work story.
I was conscious that my dad was slightly more sensitive, so I was using pretty broad descriptions, but I happened to mention silicone lube and my nana asked, “What’s that?”
I went into full sales mode. Focused on the little reindeer cookie I was decorating I started info dumping, “Oh, it’s pretty great. Water based lubricants get absorbed through vaginal mucous membranes, but silicone is too dense and our body can’t absorb it the same way. So once you apply some silicone you never have to worry about chafing, and a little goes a long way. It’s especially popular with older women, because they start producing less natural lubricant and absorb water based lubes so quickly.”
There was a silent beat after this statement.
I looked up.
My mom and grandmother were looking at me with rapt attention, and I belatedly realized I was addressing two older women who probably would welcome extra lubrication.
And then there was my dad, blushing so pink with embarrassment that I thought he was about to faint.
“I can talk about something else,” I offered in apology to my dad.
“Like hell! He can go in the other room, tell me more!” My nana declared. My dad scampered off to busy himself in another room while I answered their questions and talked about brands and pricing.
I slipped them each a small bottle of silicone lube for the holidays.
this is the type of dyke sex I'm trying to have
Got a migraine, had to miss a queer play party
Went from Darkroom to dark room (badumtshhhh)
two women reading the news after sex, c. 2023
love the idea of domming a butch top who isn’t even aware how much they want to be dommed by a femme bottom
maybe at first they're overcompensating, they've adopted this swagger that they've been told is necessary to be a butch, especially a top, trying to be all forceful and take-charge but i'm biting my lip against a smile, amused. i can see right through them. i see the soft flicker in their eyes as they look up at me, unsure, so desperate to please me, and maybe they're in the middle of sucking my tits when i gently grab them by the nape of the neck and murmur, "good boy." their face gets hot and they let out an involuntary moan, overwhelmed by my voice, more naturally dominant than they've ever managed to be. i start with praise for their skill, peppered with sweet petnames that come off just a little condescending, “that feels heavenly, sweetheart, you’re taking such good care of me,” and slowly work my way to commands, “feel how wet you’ve made me,” praising them again when they obey, “that’s a good boy,” until they’re stupid with pleasure and lust
that’s when i tell them, in my sweetest, softest voice, “you’re gonna listen to me and do everything i say, okay?” they nod, looking at me with stars in their eyes, mouth hanging open, head empty. ready to be my obedient little toy
wow. you’re not even gonna kiss her tummy bro? cringe
making a girl masturbate with me laying next to her, whispering dirty things in her ear, watching her brain leak through her ears from both my words and the pleasure from her pussy. listening to her moaning and whimpering softly. Laughing at her after she orgasms and teasing her about how she just touched herself and came to the perverted things I was saying to her, laughing more when she whines and gets shy.
butch strap in the back of my throat. now
i want to sneak under her desk while she’s on camera—she’s in a work meeting, and i know she hard packed this morning, just like i told her to. i’d look up at her, seeing her bite her lip nervously… she knows what’s coming as i undo the button on her pants, slowly, quietly sliding her zipper down. i’d grip her thighs tightly while she struggles to keep her composure in front of her coworkers, my nails scratching her slacks, a satisfying sound, a tease—i know it makes her imagine my nails digging into her flesh.
i’d tug down the waistband of her briefs with my teeth—i’d hear a hissed exhale as she struggles against the urge to moan—her strap springing free. i want to slide my mouth over it, taking her to the hilt, feeling her squirm with lust from the obscene sounds my wet mouth makes on the silicone, my head moving slowly up and down, my hands roaming over her thighs. i want to feel the effect i have on her while she clears her throat, answers some banal question from an unsuspecting coworker as her hips rock with irrepressible, barely-controlled thrusts… she’d be trying desperately to keep her face from flushing or to keep from whimpering as she sees my head bobbing faster and faster in her periphery.
i want her curses of relief when her meeting ends, headphones flung down with a clatter—i’d tease her for being needy when she joins me on the floor rather than go to bed…it’s so easy to work you up, make you desperate for me. i’d grab her wrist forcefully, sliding her hand up under my skirt to feel me, hot and dripping. she’d squeeze her eyes shut, overwhelmed. that’s how much i like teasing you, reminding you you’re mine to play with whenever i want. and as she trembles, panting, i’d settle in between her legs to finish what i started.
