#femlin

[tomoleary]

LeRoy Neiman (1921-2012) “Femlin”

Her only clothing covers what is usually seen, arms and legs. Nothing else but hair, black as her clothes.

[vintagegoddesses3]

[pulpsandcomics2]

Femlins by LeRoy Neiman

[gabzwithazed]

okay so literally yesterday I searched up femlin in tags cuz I’m literally fixated on the history of playboy and it’s so embarrassing it makes me want to die BUT stuff showed up and I came across a Femlin inspired OC by @dammarchy211 !! I already love his art and his fallout OCs! He very kindly explained it to me in a blog question too! I’d love to become friends with him 😭

But yeah I took the time to draw his oc who is called Femlin too! I love it! It’s so refreshing to draw, (really puts the gremlin aspect into the character) and I love it, so here’s that drawing!

[theworldismyoysterandiamthepearl]

she is the Femlin, a creature

[transistoradio]

Femlin drawings by LeRoy Neiman (1921-2012).

[fategranddisorder]

Does your talented bartender friend have any other cool and yummy fate inspired drinks they'd be ok being shared? the ones os far have all been so cool!

Hahahaha he made a book with cocktails we can order from. And every year at the summer convention he makes a new one!

This was another favourite of the weekend

[broadcastbabe]

Suprised by the absence of my recent tight slinky evening gown when you turn around with our martinis, stops you in your tracks. It’s apparent my means of seduction out weighs your attempt to loosen my demur exterior with liquor. You throw back your drink, as if to brace yourself… or summon the stamina to embrace my cut-to-the-chase agenda. I accept the strong drink you mixed for me with a dark satin-gloved hand and take a slow sip. Stepping closer, you reach out to tenderly stroke my cheek and remark of my irresistible beauty. I cradle your hand and guide it down my neck to my breasts as I look into your eyes, not for consent, but to telegraph my intent. A proffered kiss is blocked by my draining of the glass… and redirected to the fullness of my bosom. I raise my chest into your lips so you can nibble the hard pebble nipples waiting for your attention. My deep sigh is meant to encourage your initiative to feast on the bounty. There is no resistance from you as the lingerie is soon torn in your pursuit of my obvious gratification. I surrender to the sensations and drop my empty glass to cradle your head with the silky gloves. I moan as I pull you down on top of me to offer the access I seek. I bring your fingers to my mouth and mimic the nursing you’re employing to thrill me so. We intensify the suction as if competing for a trophy, yet my goals of arousal, lubrication and penetration demand that I drag your dripping digits to my untouched panties. You continue to suckle at my plumped and throbbing breasts, but now take my unsubtle hint to explore the drenched entry between my thighs. In a frenzy, my panties are torn and dismissed… reducing me to a Femlin for your hungry eyes. Sliding your slickened fingers inside with a swiftness that delights, you pull away from my nipples momentarily to kiss me just as deeply as you probe below. My responsive groans seem to fuel your deepening entry and I clench futilely to trap your fingers as you slowly withdraw to rethrust for my obvious pleasure. Mesmerized by the sight of my scant ensemble of evening gloves, dark stockings and heels, your gaze intensifies with each plunge. The rhythm and pace is transcendent and transporting me closer to cumming as you knead my tender nub to facilitate, leaving me gasping and breathless for more. Watching me writhe from above, you tower over me now to urge me on with your words. You ask if two fingers is enough, then position me to watch with you as you add a third to fill me. The stretch is exquisite and I howl in appreciation as the quivering of my orgasm overpowers me. I am lost and floating in an electrical storm zigging thru my brain. There are aftershocks that seem just as powerful and profound as the first release, and I welcome them full-throatedly. You contribute to their continuation, by gently lapping at the juiciness oozing from my swollen ruby lips. When I am able to bring you into focus, indulging yourself between my trembling thighs, I murmur your name in gratitude for following my lead. You crawl up my nude body, placing soft kisses to flesh previously visited and share the taste of me with a long deep tongue-entwined kiss. In the stillness of your body weighing me down, I can feel the pace of your heart throbbing beneath your trousers. The promise of that stiffness embedded inside me has aroused my hungers… and thirst again. I whisper the innuendo that “it’s way past time, to take the gloves off…” You twitch with growth and suggest I leave them on… “just to see if I cum harder…” Challenge accepted, new Femlin kink in the making.