Dyke Fantasies

Vel (she/her) 21 • 18+ only!!!!! • men DNI Lesbo nympho practicing writing erotica for her in-progress novel ***psst!! This is a sideblog, I like and follow from Carrotpoet***

[velvet-tongued]

Making out!!! One of the holy lesbian rites. Making out that progresses further, or making out just for the sake of it. Your bodies warming together, lips on lips, holding one another. Their taste, the way they move.

Everyone has a slightly different way they kiss, and finding out how someone kisses is exhilarating. Do they make little noises? Press into you with their whole body to deepen the kiss? Do they lick or suck on your lips a little, bite at your bottom lip until every nerve in your body comes alight? Do they want to paw at you, moving their hands against you restlessly and pulling and twisting at your shirt? Or are they more still, taking in every feeling, accepting you so gently and vulnerably and opening to you like a precious flower unfurling?

[velvet-tongued]

The concept of pumping into a stunning woman with my strap. Feeling the resistance when her muscles clench around it. Playing with her aching clit and pert nipples while taking everything in about her and this moment that you can. The shaky breaths, groans and spasms. The way her chest, cheeks, and thighs flush. Her lips are wet and lightly parted, her eyes closed and brows furrowed. Pretty breasts that heave forward with her breaths, offering themselves to you. Little rhythmic slaps as you push yourself in harder and faster, rewarded with her sweet songs in return.

Thrusting and grinding, thanking the Goddesses above that you get to pleasure this woman. You get to watch her, vulnerable and voluptuous and breathtaking. Yours, if only for the moment.

[miss-laurenn]

a long makeout session with her on my lap as she humps me. letting her use my thighs to get herself off whilst whispering dirty praises against her lips. feeling her pussy juice soaking my legs as she writhes on top of me, moaning into my mouth.

[velvet-tongued]

Us in the summer heat in your bedroom, fan blowing and aimed at the bed. It’s been sweltering, it’s been a special kind of torture. We take off all our sweaty clothes and lie beside each other on your quilted duvet, naked and glistening. Lying next to you on the bed, I drip cool water on your body and watch your bare stomach tighten, I rub it gently into your skin and you moan as the air cools you just right.

The fan and the heat will evaporate the moisture soon enough, and as they do they bring orgasmic chills. The flowing air licking at you everywhere I’ve touched. My fingertips, stroking deftly, lazily, inspecting you. The hollow between your lungs, below your ribcage, your abs, lower stomach. Your thighs are soft and give with just a little pressure. So smooth. You wriggle, giggling at my touch. Humming with pleasure.

[velvet-tongued]

Sorry lovers my carnal desires were temporarily replaced with soul-shattering existentially doomed lesbian yearning.

[velvet-tongued]

Femme straddling my knee to do my makeup but she’s in a skirt so I can feel her getting gradually wetter against me through her underwear.

[gingik]

[velvet-tongued]

It’s on my mind so often now. How if I was with her I’d be able to find every place on her, discover exactly how to touch her. My hands would start in that luscious hair of hers, I could smell the perfume on her neck mixed with heating skin. How close could I get while making us both wait for any real satisfaction? I can picture her as we kiss, exquisitely. How I’d bite her lip and drag it out a little bit. How I’d find each place on her body with my fingertips and linger where it made her shiver.

I’d need her naked before we could go too far. I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to see such a phenomenal woman. All of her. To kiss and stroke and scratch lightly all over her. On her back on the freshly laundered bed, her legs would hook around my shoulders as I diligently got to work. It’d start torturously slow, again, the time for quick sex would be later. My breath on it first, then varying pressure with my strong and gentle tongue. I humbly pride myself on my stamina, and as long as she is comfortable, I will indulge myself endlessly in her taste and in playing with her. Becoming attuned to all that she is, becoming an extension of her pleasure.

[velvet-tongued]

I’ve been wanting to eat a woman out so bad lately it’s been making my muscles ache. That’s it that’s the post.

[velvet-tongued]

Need to take her in the garden. Make out among the flowers. Taste her with nature unraveling around us. Surrounding, sweet scents of green and earth and dew. Almost as beautiful as her hiked up skirt and my tongue on her thighs.

[velvet-tongued]

Another fixation of mine is pillow grinding. I picture a girl so desperate for release she thrusts carnally and wildly against a folded up pillow on her bed. Her fingers gripping the plush end in front of her like horns on a mechanical bull ride. What a painfully arousing way to get off; not getting your own hands involved, perhaps even staying in some clothing, thrusting yourself against a pillow almost helplessly. Finding relief only in the pressure and the shifting fabric against you.

Perhaps it started as you were lying on your bed, reading or on your phone or simply lying there and luxuriating. It came on subtly, this wave of pleasure that caused you to shift a little into the mattress, to breathe a little shaky breath. Soon enough you had shoved a pillow between your legs to soothe that growing ache. And now you’ve ended up here, a total mess. The only thoughts in your mind a desperate plea for complete and total release, your overwhelming need, the friction.

I’d really like to watch a girl at this, and eventually offer her some help, maybe after some pleas. Do you need my hands, pretty girl? My knee?

[velvet-tongued]

Hnnnnghh. I want to undress a girl to get her ready for bed when she’s exhausted from a hard day. Getting on my knees at the foot of the bed to untie her shoes, stroking gently at her thighs as I pull her jeans down. Kissing her thighs reverently. I get up to put her head to my chest and massage and scratch her scalp as she relaxes into me. I stroke up her waist with my fingertips as her shirt slides up and off, kissing her neck and newly exposed collarbone. When I tuck her into bed, innocently enough, she’ll be squirming for me. Her thighs pressed together and a soft need in her worn eyes.

[bloodandcyanide-blog1]

[halfdeaddyke]

Damn i wish i was eating pussy right now

[velvet-tongued]

The hottest thing is when a woman needs you, but doesn’t want to make it too obvious. She’s grown, independent, smart, and can control her own aches and instincts.

We’re new friends, I invite her over to my house for a cozy girls’ night. I know she has a crush on me, and I find little excuses to touch her, to talk low and by her ear, to smatter her with compliments.

We’re sat on my bed, watching a show with snacks, and her arousal from the early evening has grown to a point of mild insanity. She’s resorted to subtly pressing her heel against her vulva and rocking against it.

I can hear her breathing get heavier, softly, timidly, flush creeping across her chest, her cheeks. It’s not bearable anymore, it’s painful, and she gets so close to the point of coming right beside me, but she knows if she comes she’ll give herself away. She’s the kind of woman who compulsively shakes at the point of her crescendo, who can’t stop her body from rolling and writhing so lusciously.

What if she gets so aroused she has to excuse herself to the en-suite bathroom? She’d have to be so quiet, rubbing her pussy with her fingertips as she leans against the wall and stopping when it sounds too wet or she lets out a gasp, forcing herself to slow down and covering her perfect mouth with the palm of her other hand. The slow speed she forces herself into doesn’t allow her to orgasm, but gets her right to the brink, her eyes welling with tears of pure frustration.

Little does she know, I can hear her little muffled noises. The rustling on the other side of the wall. The occasional wet, sticky sounds echoing and the sighs and soft groans that accompany them. I’d love to interrupt at the height of her insanity, see if she wouldn’t mind some assistance, then. Watch her flushed and humiliated face as she agrees and begs me to finish the job while I gently tease her. “Silly girl, hiding away in here, you could’ve just asked”. And “wow, you are drenched. Is this all for me?”

[velvet-tongued]

★ ★ ★

Touch. Pressure. You crave it too, don’t you? My hands know your waist by the subtle dips they fit perfectly into. The way I can grab you as we push together, your back against the wall. We can feel the heat coming off of each other. I can stroke the goosebumps on your stomach.

Have you gotten so wet you can feel the material, sticky and sliding as the hem of your jean shorts presses up against every nerve? You shift, buck slightly. Pleasuring yourself just enough to make your skin shiver, but it’s not nearly as much as my mouth, my hands, or even my leg could give you.

★ ★ ★

[velvet-tongued]

I think fingering is criminally underrated on here. The blooming warmth as you slip a finger or fingers inside her. The muscles clenching around you, the sheer power in your capable hands to make her come.

I think a lot about having a girl straddle my lap as I steady her waist with one hand, the other splayed on her pubic bone as I rub right above the bud of her sensitive clit with my thumb. When I cup her hot vulva and slip my ring and middle finger in, she’ll be more than ready for me, my fingers gliding in effortlessly and being consumed by her. She’d grind against my palm as my fingers massage and pulse against her g-spot, rocking into me. Maybe her arms come down around my shoulders and she tucks her head into my neck. Whimpering, breathing, such a beautiful undone sight.