sanablesapphic

A look at a new begining. (She/They)

[radioempyrea]

Tall women are so cool bc like. wow. there's so much of her

[yamujiburo]

Ugly

[All comics in order here]

[yamujiburo]

for the people who don’t remember/know about jessebelle!

[muttcryptid]

I want to fuck someone so good it changes the way they feel about sex and themselves. I want them to feel so appreciated and adored, so satisfied and seen that they go from nervous and insecure to confident and insatiable because of how good I’ve made them feel. I want them to realize all the parts of themselves they felt they had to hate now make them feel so certain and sexy.

[yourgoodgirlll]

ok but kissing someone when they’re dominating the kiss is a whole other level of experience. like when they wrap their hand around your throat and kiss you in that controlling, demanding way. it feels like all you can do is follow their lead and it makes your head go fuzzy in pleasure. bonus points if they push you by your throat against a surface and pin you there.

[wlwife]

play wrestling with a sub that won't admit they've lost. Their dom soon has an idea. When the new round starts, the sub is instantly caught off guard by their dom, who grabs them by the waist and pins them down on their stomach. Before the sub can struggle, they're filled ti the brim by their dom's cock. They don't even have time to register what happened before they're getting pounded. They dont struggle and forget all qbout the fight because their dom is fucking them stupid! Soon, the dom lowers to whisper in their subs ear and says,"You lost. I want to hear you say it. Say that you lost." The sub hesitates but says,"I lost..." Which is music to the dom's ears as they then ask, "Who's my favorite loser?" The sub bites their bottom lip but finally says, "I'm your favorite loser!"

[catshapedcoffin]

[sapphicaideposts]

I need lesbian porn where the girls just want to make each other cum or use each other's body, ones where the girls clearly want pleasure from each other, not the ones catered for male fantasies

I need girls that whimper instead of moan from the first touch. Want bottoms that would fuck themselves on their top's fingers just to feel good.

I want to see the girls cum and overstimulate the other. I want the clits rubbed, nipples sucked, and just devouring each other.

I would even love girls just touching themselves, showing off their pretty cunt and body, showing everyone how much of a slut they are

Shit

Please send me links. I'm desperate.

[morggo]

I Will Not Apologize

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[girlswholovegirls]

[yourprettyfemme-deactivated2025]

Me and who??

[slutforpaladins]

knight who growls and shoves you against a wall in an empty corridor because you’ve been drawing their attention all day and it simply isn’t safe for them to be so distracted, prince/ss, so now it’s your responsibility to get them off since you insisted on keeping them from doing their job properly by filling their head with such impure thoughts in the first place.

[angel-gf]

You’d be surprised the things you could get me to do for you when I’m obsessed with you.

[shesarainbeauxx]

they should invent someone who wants to kiss me so so bad

[redinkletters]

after a whole day of giving her the princess treatment, i just want to tie her to my bed with her legs spread open and panties inside her mouth, muffling her little cries while i slap her cunt until it’s swollen and she starts sobbing my name.

[circusbutch]

No such thing as too Butch

[sanablesapphic]

I am not the worth others give me

The past few days I have been struggling to come to terms with a lot of the trauma I still hold from high school. While I am not yet ready to address all of it, I think it is time I write about my struggles with self worth. For the longest time I made myself only worth what people saw in me. I would bend over backwards for my friends when I knew they truly would not have wanted me around otherwise. This became ever more clear the day we all graduated. I was no longer able to offer them anything. A car ride. A shift cover. A home. 

I was lost. 

I had lost the only thing I knew to do with myself. I no longer understood what I could be because without those who used me I was nothing. I tried to reach out but none of them saw me as anything. I was worthless. 

This feeling has followed me into my adult life. I struggle with relationships and continuously put myself into places where I am only called upon when I am needed. Now, I am struggling with my writing as well. I only know this part of myself. This is what I am. This is how I can express how I feel. And yet, I am not good enough. I am reading the work of my peers and it is so painfully obvious that I don’t fit in. I am fat and ugly, incapable of having relationships, and just overall gone. 

I think my memory is forcing me to forget the moments that haunt my dreams, but the feelings still remain. 

I need to remind myself. I am more than what people see me. I can be a good writer. Someday I will be proud of what I produce. 

I just wish that could be today. 

[sanablesapphic]

Wrong Focus

So, I am struggling with ADHD right now, and the worst part is that I currently watching all of the Anthony Padilla interviews about mental health - specifically the ones on ADHD. So my ADHD is now making me procrastinate by watching things about ADHD. It feels like some sort of self destruction.  Please laugh at this, because I totally am. 

[sanablesapphic]

Not Quite the Right Word

I hate myself for feeling like this. It’s not quite jealousy of another person so much as it is jealousy that I was not enough for them. Don’t mistake me, I didn’t love him more than anything as a friend. But that is not what everyone else saw. They saw me having a crush on someone who I could not have. It would be another three years before I knew I was gay so I couldn’t deny it outright. I loved him like a friend. I thought we had a connection and I felt safe enough to get close to him. But I fear that the closeness I had felt was something more to people outside. Maybe that is why he no longer asks for me in his life. Why I would not be invited to his wedding. Why I am only a name on the wind, the moment it passes by, forgotten the moment the air stills on the skin.