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cosmonautroger

theladyandthewitch

This is our favorite part…okay, second favorite part?

strwbryslut

NEVER KILL YOURSELF . SOMETHING LESBIAN MIGHT HAPPEN TO YOU SOON .

sure, i'll drink the pink swirly potion that released a little heart shaped cloud when you uncorked it. what's the worst that could happen

faunafemme

These are not “childbearing hips” they’re made for holding up the weight of my gigantic strap

marrowridden

You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?

That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.

You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?

I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.

You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?

No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.

Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.

Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.

People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.

audio-desires

drink water & masturbate today bc you deserve that

sasoraye-deactivated20200129

in the mood for some slow slow kissinnnnn

boytransmission

I kept mishearing a lyric from Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” and this is what it said to me

Top surgery fund!!!!!!!!

perfectlyripeclementine

someone giving me head but for their pleasure, not for mine. of course, it’s for mine too — because my pleasure is their pleasure, it’s what they’re after — but this time it’s really for them. because they need to taste me, they need the feeling of me quivering and shaking and throbbing under their tongue. they need me and it’s the least i can do to give myself over. they pull me down to the edge of the bed where they can kneel between my thighs and i can wrap my legs around their face. they are lost in it; moaning into me and it makes me shiver and that makes them moan harder, louder. their tongue changes texture, soft and gentle, round and deliberate. they suck on me, roll me around their mouth.

they take their time; maybe i come; maybe i don’t, maybe it’s just a lazy, languorous kind of pleasure that just keeps washing over my body instead. when they’re done, they have these desirous, intoxicated eyes. they say thank you.