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TEARS RUN DOWN MY THIGHS. ( 21+ ) milfs and kink.

[tearthighs]

#𝚃𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚂 ⸻  a multi - muse , semi selective indie sapphic smut blog, as penned by 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 ( ‘97 + she / her + lesbian ). i am kink friendly, but do not write taboo/dead dove topics, so please respect any limits set. do not interact with me if you are under the age of 21. please note that i only write f/f and f/nb threads.

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[downbcd]

hazel nodded, "no i get it, but trust me, i'm not that type of woman." she confirmed with a small smile against the other's lips. "you know, i almost cancelled our date." the brunette admitted. "i've been on some pretty bad dates before you, so i wasn't feeling up for it. but the minute i saw you, i was so glad i went on the date." she kissed the other woman's lips softly. "and now? i'm even more glad." hazel meant it, she was about to swear off dating, she felt like nothing was clicking. that was all until last night, until she met helen. "oh, is that so?" she smirked against her lips, kissing her deeply. the brunette gently pushed helen against the kitchen island, where she had placed the coffees, not once breaking the kiss.

[tearthighs]

it settles the anxious churning in her gut to hear as much, soft smile on her features before her eyebrows rise in surprise. "really?" it's hard to believe that anyone could go on a date with hazel only to end up fumbling her, but was their loss had certainly became helen's gain. "i was so nervous i thought i was going to puke. but just talking to you calmed me right down." she kisses her back, hand trailing up her spine as helen smiles against her lips. dating typically hadn't gone well for her in the past, several of her exes cheating scumbags and the rest were hardly much to brag about. but she had some irrational feeling that hazel was different. "mhm." she murmurs, moaning softly when she's pressed up against the furniture. "and as good as you look in my shirt, you look even better without it." innocent hands reach for the bottom of the shirt, tugging upwards until she's bare again, leaning back in to kiss her again.

[fauxpunks]

"my god, mads....." she more or less moaned out, her touches driving her slowly insane. only because townes mostly focused on her partner's pleasure, but was rolling into the touch more needily than she had expected of herself. in all of her fantasies, she hadn't imagined madeline touching her .... now? maybe she would. kissing her, feeling her, almost becoming one with her. it was nice. way too nice. all townes did was grin at the question. of course she was desperate to see it. who wasn't? but townes let out a desperate gasp looking at the way she looked completely bare. "oh my fucking god," she breathed out, in awe. without even thinking, she was lunging at her. she wrapped her arms around her hips and pulled her pussy to her face as dove in, any toy she had planned to use on her in the back of her mind because she just had to taste her. moaning as her tongue lapped at her clit, no matter the fact that she had just came. townes' grip was almost lethal with how desperate she was to have her mouth full of the blonde.

[tearthighs]

she was well used to being admired by people. used to eyes roving over her body, to hungry touches to her skin, to being adored. usually she just smiled, giggled, moaned theatrically despite the fact that half the rime, she wasn't truly enjoying herself. the way that townes looked at her made her feel truly ethereal. made her feel truly wanted. she barely has time to think much of it before the sheets are sliding against her back as she's pilled down, moan leaving her mouth the seconds she feels her lips around her already sensitive clit. "oh fuck, baby, it's too much." madeline whimpers, yet her actions contradict her statement, hips rutting up into her mouth. one hand makes it's way down, tangling in towne's hair and fisting, pressing her forwards just slightly to encourage her. "you feel so good, oh my god."

[elspeth-catton]

thinking about how much i love rosamund today 🥰♥️

[downbcd]

sadie turned around from the whiteboard. she was putting the morning assignment on the board when she came face-to-face with the older woman. "yes, hi, that's me." she smiled softly, putting the marker down on the ledge of the board. "i do, yeah, i was just about to leave for the day, so you caught me a good time." her stomach turned nervously when she older woman shut the door. "this must be serious? is everything okay? is your child okay?" the blonde assumed she was a mom to one of her students. what she didn't expect was for her to be so attracted to the mom of one of her students. her eyes couldn't help but scan the woman up and down. sadie coughed, trying to cover up her obvious attraction.

[tearthighs]

she could see now why her son was so besotted with his teacher. young, gorgeous, eyes you could so easily get lost in. if she'd seen her anywhere else, cassandra would have contemplated asking her out. but she's her son's fucking teacher, and that draws her back to reality. "no, nothing serious, everything's fine." she smiles reassuringly, hand waving before settling against her chest. "i'm ben's mum, cassandra." and she inhales sharply at the way the teacher was looking her up and down in return, face flushing just slightly. "i was just wondering if his seat could be moved closer to the board? he has trouble reading at a distance because of his eyesight, so he'd be better off towards the front."

[fauxpunks]

"on the phone?" she laughed out, and a blush crept to her cheeks. god, who was she now? getting flustered over the smallest things? misty galloway used to say the most intense things about herself, would go topless to premieres and get kicked out of venues. and ther she was, getting shy at the idea of calling up madeline to get herself off. "i'm not going to remind you that you're only barely a decade younger than me," she murmured against her lips, kissing her and trying to walk up the stairs as she did. shrugging her shirt off, she purposefully let it fall where she wouldn't remember and wrapped her arms around the blonde. "if i don't look like i did back when we were younger ..... you'll still want me, right?"

[tearthighs]

"yeah, don't you wanna hear me talking dirty to you, baby?" she teases, hands rising to cup her cheeks, humming as she runs her thumbs over the pretty blush that had settled there. so fucking pretty misty galloway was, and madeline was still pinching herself that she got to call the woman hers. "you better not remind me of my age at all if you know what's good for you. banned topic in this household." she quips. shaking her head between kisses as she starts trying to pop the button on misty's jeans. she's pulled from such an important task at the question that feels as though it comes from nowhere, stopping halfway up the stairs as her brow creases. "you're so, so, so beautiful, mist." mad murmurs, leaning down and kissing her soundly. "and i'll want you just as much when you're naked in my bed."

[fauxpunks]

"you're so fucking full of it." but it definitely warmed the cold heart she had rattling in her chest. the woman's eyes rolled a little, but only because it was tough to argue when someone was looking at her like that. waving a hand in front of her face, mandy didn't hide it when she looked sam over. "i don't want to be a cliche, but .... i mean, have you seen yourself?" mandy's tongue ran over the bottom of her lip, taking the other in.

[tearthighs]

"if by it you mean the truth then i wholeheartedly agree." there was just something about mandy that had her letting cracks appear in the walls she'd surrounded herself with. walls that were meant to keep her safe and her heart whole, avoiding another heartbreak she couldn't heal from. she didn't want those cracks to be there, was trying to fill them with spackling as they formed only to end up unsuccessful. she can't help but grin at the compliment in return, eyes falling down her own body this time. "what, this old thing?" like she hadn't picked it out just for their date.

[fauxpunks]

hearing madeline say her name like that was enough to have her moaning out. she would think about it for forever, probably. the kisses were breathless and needy and everything that townes could've wanted after making madeline sharp cum. she pulled her up enough just so she could get the sheet moved around them, proud of the spot of arousal that sunk into the fabric. "f-fuck, i 'unno," she muttered, a little sheepish as her thighs spread a little more. those slow circles were intoxicating, and townes was having trouble focusing. "pretty sure i was promised something.... i thought i was gonna get to see your cunt spread for me?" they were speaking against her lips, between deep kisses, between moments where she practically had her tongue down the blonde's throat. "or were you just saying that so i'd make you cum?"

[tearthighs]

she wriggles in townes' lap until the sheet is long gone, madeline's gaze trailing down her body and breath catching when she sees just where her hand has been. "fuck, you're so hot." she mutters, fingers sliding down between townes' folds so she can see more of her cunt before sliding right back up to her clit and circling again. there's a stab of satisfaction at the way the other woman reacts to her, especially at the spread of thighs before she's distracted by kissing her again. she hums against her lips, nodding her head without fully breaking it before she finally pulls back. "oh, you're so desperate to see it, aren't you?' she taunts, kissing her once more before she pulls back and starts shifting backwards on the bed. fingers find the sides of her underwear before making a show of sliding them down her legs slow, careful to avoid letting townes get a proper look yet. it's only when she's settled on her elbows that she finally lets her legs splay, cunt and body on fully display.

[fauxpunks]

oh, god. misty knew she should've been hesitant. she shouldn't have jumped into an affair with madeline so easily but there was some sort of fear that she would lose her friend, lose an opportunity like that. she was so thankful she had taken the leap, though it was like pulling teeth to get herself there. "i appreciate the amount of orgasms you've given me. i've been having to give them to myself for far too long." was that too much to admit? she had been leaning into madeline and giving into her touch before she barked out a laugh, wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling her in for a deep kiss. "i'm so old and such a mom. four kids. isn't that so sexy of me?" the woman muttered against her lips, certainly not thinking it was sexy but playing the role the best she could. "so ...... we fuck for a few hours, and i nap while you get ready? because i need about twenty minutes and a hairbrush."

[tearthighs]

she forgets occasionally that misty is still married. truthfully, she doesn't care much about such a fact and not much has changed when they're in public aside from madeline having to resist kissing her every five minutes. but when misty says things like that? it's a stark reminder of why she has no problem ruining such a marriage. "never again. unless you're doing it while i watch or we're on the phone, that is totally on the table." she pecks her lips again, moaning when misty only deepens it and awakens a hunger deep inside her chest. she starts to walk misty backwards towards the staircase, laughing against her mouth. "so sexy. it's really filling my fantasy of fucking an older woman." she teases again, nodding her head as her fingers start plucking open the buttons of misty's shirt, horror filling her at the idea of only twenty minutes to get ready. "so that's why the press calls you relatable. but yes, exactly."

[fauxpunks]

it still all felt like a dream. madeline succumbing easily, townes feeling more confident with each roll of her hips. though her thigh ached it was well worth the pain to feel the way it soaked through the sheet. she swore she could feel the outline of her clit against her, the way her cunt pulsed and squeezed around nothing. it had townes panting a little as madeline touched her, nipples hardening at both the touch and sensation of what was happening. "there you go, mads," she breathed out, letting the girl take control of her own movement fully, moving a hand up her chest and now newly exposed throat. she moved her fingers around it gently, pressing her thumb into the blonde's mouth as she cried out. townes held her tightly throughout the waves of her orgasm, grinning and squeezing her thighs around her hand. "there you go. fuck. that was .... you are fucking hot." and surely she could feel how hot she was as townes' pussy wettened further. shifting, townes sat up a little more and peppered kisses along madeline's exposed shoulder. "i've got something else for you to ride."

[tearthighs]

"fuck, townes." she cried out, choked moans leaving her mouth as she continued to roll her hips, drawing out her pleasure. she moans again at the hand on her neck, the thumb in her mouth that she immediately sucked on while flooding the sheet between them. the fact that townes had made her cum so hard without even really touching her, by just letting her get herself off on her thigh? god, it was hotter than madeline could verbalize. she giggles at the compliment, breathing heavily before humming and ducking her chin to look down at the other woman again. "you made me feel so good, baby." she sighs happily at the kisses before cupping townes' jaw, tipping her head up so she could lean down and kiss her deep, sweet, a little dirty. her fingers stay tight against her clit, rubbing small slow circles as she feels the wetness spread over them. "i have something for you to ride, too. who gets to go first?"

[downbcd]

hazel spun around with two cups of coffee once she heard the redhead's voice. "of course i'm still here." she set the cups of coffee down on the kitchen island, stepping closer to helen. hazel was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt she found in helen's drawer. "i hope it's okay i grabbed this, i wasn't going to come down here in my dress from last night to make us coffee." her hands found helen's waist, pulling her close. "last night was incredible, you think i'd leave without round two?" she half joked, leaning in to kiss helen's lips softly.

[tearthighs]

she softens immediately upon seeing two cups of coffee in hazel's hands, light blush coating her pale cheeks. "i just saw the other side of the bed empty and thought....never mind." she laughs, mildly embaressed as she waves one hand before stepping closer to the brunette. "it's fine. it looks way better on you anyway." she smiles softly, her own hands looping around hazel's waist as she leans in to peck her lips in a proper greeting. "i'd definitely hoped not. i had a really good time last night." one hand rises to cup her cheek as she deepens the kiss, smile breaking it. "and i don't think i can let you leave without a round two."

[fauxpunks]

when the two of them were together, townes was the pathetic little loverboy running behind madeline's wake happily. typically, she wasn't like that with anyone. this was more like her. demanding, sarcastically cruel, almost masochistic. "the day just started, didn't it?" the question was more of a distraction. townes would fuck madeline properly. she would not rest until she fucked her in every single way she could possibly fathom. the only thing that had her falter was the feeling of the other girl's fingers and she let out a soft, quick whine. "yeah," she responded, dumbly. of course she did. but she sucked in a breath and pulled the blonde harder down onto her thigh. "but you'd gonna cum all over my leg like a desperate little slut before i stretch it out for you. okay?" it felt like an olympic sport going up against madeline with her own teasing, but townes was determined to prevail. it already felt like it was working.

[tearthighs]

she'd come into this gunfight with only a knife, thinking that would be enough. oh, how wrong she'd been. she was so used to seeing townes meek and trailing after her, had assumed that finally fucking her would be the other woman falling into easy submission. instead the tables had turned, madeline now on the giving end of desperation as she whines in pleasure, hips beginning to roll furiously as she seeks her pleasure. her clit drags torturously against the fabric, breathing ragged as she grips townes' breast and drags her fingers up to press against her clit. "fuck, yes i will. i'm gonna cum like such a good slut for you." it's so easy to let her neediness take control, eyes closing and head tipping back as moans leave her mouth with every breath. "you feel so fucking good." it's unusual for her to get to this point so quickly when she wasn't faking it, surprised by the way her pleasure was creeping up her spine, growing and growing until she cries out, back arching as she cums.

[loredrops]

a thousand little hurts live under her ribs, each one stamped with alison’s name and the date it bloomed. she knows she should walk away. people aren’t puzzles to be solved, and alison’s edges don’t seem to fit any shape cyn recognizes. but logic has never been the custodian of her heart. a spike of heat—jealousy or longing, who can tell—cracks through her chest. still, her gaze flicks back. always back to alison. don’t look. stop it. she isn’t yours, remember? “another round?” some girl offers, mouth only inches from her ear. why not twist the knife a little? make alison feel it. make her choke on the cocktail of her own making. so she does with a smile, predator slow. “actually — dance with me first.” she leads them onto the floor. cyn slips an arm around the woman’s waist, lets her other hand trace an idle path up a bare shoulder. but her pulse is synced to alison’s glance, not the beat: is she watching? does she care? another pivot, and their bodies press closer. letting her lips graze a warm pulse point just below the woman’s ear, barely there, just enough to paint a picture. she hears the hitch in breath, a small victory, but she’s already searching over the woman’s shoulder, scanning the crowd.

[tearthighs]

she can't believe that she's found herself in this situation again. another crowded room, another night she can't help but stare at the brunette, another ache in her chest. at this point, she almost feels as though just telling cyn the truth would somehow be easier. the other half of her can't help but hold onto her righteousness, her belief that she doesn't have anything to apologize for. alison should be paying attention to the woman at her side, but instead she just can't stop flicking her gaze across to cyn. it's how she sees them on the dance floor, her jaw clenching. she turns her own attention to the woman beside her, flirting a little longer to try and keep her gaze away. leans forward and kisses her soundly, though ali's eyes aren't closed, not lost in the pleasure like she should be. they're open, looking past the woman she's kissing to catch cyn's gaze. eyes narrow when she sees cyn pressing her own lips to skin, burning jealousy in the pit of her stomach as she breaks her own kiss. then her head's tilting towards the bathroom, a signal she hopes she'll get, eyes rolling as she disentangles herself from the woman whose name she doesn't know to head for the bathroom.

[fauxpunks]

the sheet that kept townes safe from being exposed was now enemy number one in her eyes. needing to feel the wetness bare against her thigh, wanting to feel the throbbing that could mirror her own as she felt madeline's pace pick up. greedily, townes reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. it was useless to pretend like townes handn't seen her in a somewhat similar position. only this time, she looked like she was enjoying herself a little more. "what you want doesn't concern me, madeline." there was a dark grin on her lips as she spoke, husk to her voice. "it's what you need that i care about." after all of this time, all of madeline's teasing ..... did she really think that townes would give her what she wanted? biting kisses lined her jaw as she moved to grip her by the chin and keep her still. "you're pathetically dragging your cunt along my thigh, mads. i think you're halfway there."

[tearthighs]

she feels the fabric loosen at her back, immediately shrugging the bra down her arms and tossing it aside to free her tits to townes' gaze. her back arched, offering herself on display as she kept grinding her cunt into the muscly thigh beneath her. "oh, fuck." she murmurs at the other woman's answer, wetness completely drenching her underwear and the patch of sheet trapped between them. she hadn't expected townes to be so...domineering like this, the promise of all she could offer turning her on even more. "please give it to me. give me what i need." she moans again, lips parting as lips trail over her jaw and she's helpless to do anything but takes what the other will give her. "i can't help it, i just need you so bad. want you to fuck me properly, though." she murmurs, already getting close. she slides a hand down beneath the sheet, finding townes' own wetness that she can't properly attend to with her own thigh. deft fingers slide through her slit, a mere tease. "you wanna see my cunt spread for you, don't you?"

[fauxpunks]

"well, considering how spoiled i've been for over a few decades....." there was no comparison. harry stopped romancing her after the twins turned five, and even when she had the girls it was never quite like this. to be someone's ..... girlfriend, it felt so fun. it was hard to believe that madeline sharp could make her feel so giddy. "six hours is generous," the woman breathed, tilting her chin upwards and eagerly accepting each kiss she was give with a happy moan. misty didn't hold back; she couldn't. she tugged the woman closer to her chest and let out a happy sigh. "i'm not as young as i used to be." though she began working with lawyers, misty was still a married woman. she shouldn't be so eager to drop her pants, but the other mad it so difficult. "please tell me there's a nap or two penciled in."

[tearthighs]

"well, i see plenty of spoiling in your future." she pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek at that, peppering it a few more times afterward. she'd always hated the way misty had been treated in her past, planned to do her damn best to make up for it. happiness fluttered beneath her ribs, still trailing her mouth over her jaw before making her way up back to her lips. 'i am very generous, you know. give to charity and everything, give you as many orgasms as you can handle." both her hands trail down her body, skimming over misty's hips before gripping her ass and tilting her closer. "fuck, talk more about how old you are. i always loved a milf." she can't help but shit stir her even as she kisses her eagerly, humming into her mouth. "but if you must know, i need at least two and a half of those hours to get ready. you know i can't leave the house looking anything less than perfect for my fans."

[fauxpunks]

she dreamed of being one of those people, but didn't expect it to happen so .... suddenly. townes assumed there would be more to it. an accidental kiss, having to wine and dine her, or a long conversation. but there she was, waking up to a half naked madeline sharp, who was riding her thigh whilst there was still half awake. "and when i'm with girls, i take so long they're begging for me to be inside of them. some even cry about it." a light gasp left her lips, arching her back into the touch. she didn't expect the other to be so interested in her body, but she was reaping the benefits happily. hands continued to guide her hips as her thumbs circled around her thighs. the logic was losing against her need to continue, so townes leaned in and finally fucking kissed her like she'd been wanting to do the day she saw her step onto the strip.

[tearthighs]

eyes close momentarily as her lips part in pleasure, quiet moan leaving them as her hips cant down on townes' thigh with a little more force. she's always teased herself with the idea of townes, never quite letting herself follow through for fear of the other growing bored with her. it tended to happen, plenty of people wanting her only to fuck her and then disappear from her life. but townes was different, special, unable to be resisted from the moment madeline found her in only that flimsy sheet. "you think you can make me beg and cry for you?" she moans, knowing damn well she's all talk. her thumb brushes over townes' nipple as her lips are claimed, moaning again as fingers tangle in her hair, holding her closer. "i want you to fuck me, baby."

[fauxpunks]

"yes, it's not lost on me that the entire world wants to and thinks about fucking you." part of the reason why townes didn't feel special, despite the fact that she was there. on top of her. looking down at her. really looking in a way townes isn't sure she's seen madeline look at her. instead of pulling back and not allowing her friend to complicate things between the two of them, townes just bit down onto her bottom lip and pressed her thigh up against her core. she flexed the muscle, feeling the warmth through the thin blanket and flimsy fabric of her underwear. "it involves my hands a little more." what the fuck was she doing? she leaned forward, sheet falling to reveal her chest and she moved her other hand to grip the other hip, guiding her down against the flexed muscle. "you're asking me? haven't you been teased before, mads? or is no one able to resist you enough to take it slow?"

[tearthighs]

"and yet, so few get the pleasure of actually getting to do so." okay, maybe more than a few. how was she supposed to deny being wanted to by many people all the time? a quiet gasp leaves her lips when she feels townes responding, feels the press of muscle up against her pussy as wetness starts to coat the thin lace of her underwear. "your hands, huh? why don't you show me?" she teases in return, eyes dropping to take in the full swell of the brunett's tits, groaning in pleasure at the urging hand against her hip. she presses her own thigh more firmly between townes' best she could as her hips start to roll, grinding against her leg as her hand rises to townes' cheek, dropping her forehead to her own. "they're always so quick to be inside me, half of them don't take their time." her lips brush just barely against townes' whimpering in pleasure as her free hand covers townes' breast.