these mosquitoes biting me thru the boxers like they really could not be more femme coded

femme lesbians' femininity is unique and beautiful and refreshing and claiming that it conforms to heteronormativite gender roles discredits it so much. it's not a performance of femininity catering to men and it's insane to even claim that. it's a complex, nuanced identity that reclaims feminity in a way that it doesn't conform to heteronormativity. it's genuinely so sad to see people not understanding the label and misconstruing what it means

Cadolle | Pornochic • quarter cup bra in satin + tulle + Cathy • tulle thong

do you ever look at someone and think ‘man, what a work of art’

okay but thigh riding literally lives in my head 24/7. just thinking about straddling one of their thighs, wearing no panties so they groan, feeling my wetness seep through their jeans, soaking them. they bounce their leg catching me completely off guard that i gasp, biting my lip to hold back a moan and hiding my face in their neck. they grab me by the hips, gently rocking me back and forth against their thigh until i start grinding myself harder against them. they coo softly “that’s it, baby. fuck yourself against my thigh. let me see how desperate you are for me.” after some time, my pace starts faltering then one of their hands comes down on my ass “why are you slowing down, hm? you’re tired already? aw poor baby, she’s tired. you just need daddy to do everything for you, don’t you?” their hands gripping my hips once again, pressing me harder against their flexed thigh giving my clit the right amount of friction that i start teetering over the edge. they notice immediately and chuckle teasingly saying, “gonna cum already? doesn’t take much with you, huh? go ahead, baby. cum all over my thigh. make a mess.” it takes only a second for my body to tense above them as i cum, my body giving in as i relax against them. they gently start rubbing my back and kiss my forehead, whispering softly, "you did so good for me, baby. always so good for me.”

MEN AND MINORS DNI

thinking about sucking their strap after they’ve fucked me with it. of course i can clean up my mess like a good girl for you!!

men and minors dni

thinking about slow saturdays. edging my girl all day—fleeting looks and lingering touches. in the morning, touching you gently over your panties while we're tangled up in bed, waiting till your hips are rolling and you're whimpering before stopping.

later during lunch, keeping my hand high up on your thigh, thumb stroking slowly, so close, yet nowhere near where you want me to be. you like that, baby?

in the afternoon, we're on the couch, a movie playing on the tv, but neither one of us is really paying attention because i've got two fingers thrusting slowly in your cunt and my other hand pinching you tugging at you nipples. you're soft little moans become more and more desperate as i bring you close to the edge. and right before you're about to come, i stop. that's my girl. just one more. can you hold on for me?

we're cooking dinner together, i'm stealing kisses, hands trailing over your stomach, waist, and hips. you giggle and tell me i'm distracting you, and i laugh because this is nowhere near distracting.

during dinner, i can see you squirm in your chair when i nudge my foot against your leg. i raise a brow and you flush. you're so easy to fluster, sweetheart. i adore how pink your cheeks and how shy you get.

cleaning up is simple. you wash and i dry, but today i can't help but stop, stepping up close behind you, pressing you against the counter and sneaking a hand down your panties again. your slick has already leaked all over your thighs and my fingers glide frictionlessly.

i'm touching and tasting, licking and leaving kisses all over your neck. you're so pretty, baby. i love seeing you like this. thank you for being so good for me. my hands are everywhere and i can't stop touching. soon enough, you've given up on the dishes and we're now facing each other.

fingers or mouth, baby? you're voice is breathy and high when you tell me you want both. greedy girl. but you've been so good for me, so i'll give you everything—i'll make sure you can't stand by the time i finish with you.

i get on my knees and i pull down your pants, panties coming off too. there's a string of slick that sticks to your panties and i groan at the sight of it. good god, you're dripping and making a mess everywhere. let me clean you up.

you taste so good. you're thrusting and gasping, fingers threaded in my hair. i have my hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you up as your thighs start to shake and your slickness continues to drip. the sound is obscene, the steady squelch of my tongue in your cunt, my lips sucking your clit.

you beg for my fingers and i oblige, immediately giving you two. you're getting close—i can tell. your breaths come out strangled and your eyes are bleary and unfocused. can you wait, baby? hold on for just a little longer for me? you're so close to crying, i can see the tears clinging to your eyelashes and can hear the way your voice cracks. you tell me you can—that you wanna be good for me.

i add another finger—you whine, high and desperate—and i lick your folds gently. so perfect, so good. that's it. finally, when i know you've reached your limit, i curl my fingers and suck your clit. come for me, baby. you've been so good for me.

so hypothetically, what if we were late to the party because you were wearing the prettiest outfit and i couldn't keep my hands off you? you were so easy to just pin to the wall, and i licked and sucked at your neck, down to your collarbone until little pinkish marks appeared. you made the most gorgeous sounds, soft and high and desperate. and when i snuck a hand under your underwear, i felt how soaked you were. pearly slick webbed over my fingers. delicious. but oh look at the time. we have to go now, baby. looks like you're gonna have to wait till we get back home for me to take care of the throbbing between your thighs.

Hard days are made easier when you can slide inside my soft pussy at the end of it.

so horny rn i need to cum inside someone like theyre my fleshlight. i want them to whimper and beg me to stop only to breed them harder. i want to force my cock inside them even when we know it barely fits, i want to stretch their hole. i wanna grab them by the neck and push them into my bed and muffle their loud whining and whimpering, i wanna pin them down and push every inch of cock i have as deep as i can inside of them and cum load after load, i wanna fill them up until my cum leaks out of them and theyre sweaty and crying and i can look at the pathetic fucking mess they are

Something so sexy about being trapped under someone much bigger as their cock grows hard and they fumble to get it into the nearest hole while I have no hope of escape

Can I please be able to fuck a femme outside. Have her bend over and take my butch cock right then and there. She can wear her cute summer dress for easy access or her hiking outfit I’ll just fuck her with her pants around their ankles.

i want to be puppytrained so bad. somebody to teach me how to be a good boy for them, how to show them what i want with noises or actions because puppies don’t talk. collar me and praise me as i follow their commands so well. watch in satisfaction as i let myself get more comfortable with letting them do all the thinking for me. as i learn to be a good puppy who does what his owner tells him.

butch in a househusband kinda way. butch in a guy who wears ugly t-shirts while working on the grill kinda way. butch in the guy who makes really sloppy looking meals that are surprisingly good kinda way. butch in a "currently collecting every piece of merch about an interest you both share" kinda way. butch in a "nah im paying for that." kinda way. butch in a passenger prince kinda way. yeah. yeah i enjoy being butch and the multiple aspects of myself that i find lend themselves to butchness

i love you femmes.

i love you plus size femmes who feel like their body pushes them out of feminine spaces.

i love you femmes with weird genders.

i love you black femmes.

i love you femmes of colour.

i love you femmes who don't shave.

i love you femmes who like indulging in masculinity.

i love you femmes that experience discomfort around their breasts and vaginas.

i love you asexual femmes.

i love you autistic femmes.

i love you femmes who constantly have to defend your identity (we are right beside you <3)

i love you single femmes who feel as if their femme identity is only valid as being 'queer enough' when with a butch.

i love you femmes who have 'masculine' personalities.

i love you alternative femmes.

i love you all femmes.

Till death do us part? Yea no you’re not getting out of this that easily