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everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown
The Dance
We lay in bed under the covers, facing each other, the gentle comfort of out naked bodies wrapped in a simple loving embrace. Our lips gently kiss over and over as our hands slowly explore, nails dragging over naked skin. Goosebumps and sighs a response to the sensually simple moment of connection between our two bodies and souls.
Your thigh gently resting between mine teasing my already aroused sex with light brushes, urging me closer. Shifting ever so slightly, I feel the cool softness of your skin press against the heat of my arousal. My hips slowly start to slide and brush against you as our kisses and caresses continue separate of my growing need.
I press ever so slightly harder, feeling my arousal starting to spread over your thigh, making my tortured need grow more intense. The touch of you against my thigh adds to the pleasure of the moment as you let out a soft sigh between our kisses. Your own body matching mine.
We press closer, breast on breast, lips sliding and pulling and sucking on each other. Our fingers still explore and caress quickly warming skin. Our moans, whimpers and sighs fill the room around us, creating the music to which our dance is timed.
The intensity of the music picks up, the power behind it driving us closer to the other. Our bodies pressed tightly together, still on our sides, under the covers, the most intimate of dances between to women whose love feeds the music.
Our dance intensifies to follow the music. Our movements; fluid, eager, needy, but not rushed. We feel the warmth of our desire surround us as the music grows closer to the crescendo. I gaze into your piercing blue eyes as we dance, feeling my heart race, feeling only you and I dancing as the rest of the world falls away.
As the music fades, the heat, desire and contentment of our dance lingers, surrounding us in a comfortable warmth. We gaze into each others eyes, feeling the energy of the dance ripple over our skin, understanding the glorious moment of serenity and shared connection we shared. The powerful love between us that became the dance.
I want you laid out, so pretty in my bed. I'll kiss my way down your body, trailing down your neck, your stomach, your thighs. Then I'll look up at you through my lashes, lick my lips, and sit back. Before you can vocalize the confusion written on your face, I'll say, "Will you touch yourself for me? Pretty please? I want to watch." And with a gasp and a growing blush creeping up your cheeks, you'll do it. And I'll watch you squirm and whimper, and you'll show me exactly how you look when taking pleasure in your own hands. And fuck your hands will look so pretty playing with yourself. So so pretty. And I'll call you so so pretty. And my mouth will water while I watch you come on your fingers. And I won't be able to help myself, grabbing hold of your wrist, eyes locked on yours while I wrap my lips around your fingers. I'll moan at the taste of your pleasure, suckling on your fingers. Pull off with a pop and then I'd have to get my lips on yours, so you can taste for yourself how delicious you are. Slide my tongue hotly against yours. Kiss down your neck... your chest... stomach... thighs... all leading down to get a taste from the source.
Never thought I would ever do this, but got some new underwear and felt sexy enough to share.
This is so funny
GIRLS....I need your help!! 💥🗯🔥🎉
I am doing Dev on a new novel (3rd in an almost complete series) The main character is a love numb, unfulfilled, and generally uncertain about her life, slightly bisexual young woman. The premise of the story involves our MC1 being pursued by an older, successful, professional transgender woman (MC2). MC1 is only bisexual because she has spent time with a few couples. However, most of her friends are gay or bisexual women. MC2 sees something in MC1 that draws her interest, but MC1 has no desire (that she knows) of DATING a woman (before MC2 reveals she's transgender).
What I would like from the ladies, transwomen and cis, is any experiences you have either pursuing a cis-woman (transfemme) or being pursued by a transgender woman (cis women).
For the record....I'm not leaving anyone else out of this (GNC,Queer etc), it's simply the parameters of the story I'm writing.
Please either leave responses and stories in the comments or send them as an ask to my inbox. Who knows, your story may end up in the book!!
Thank you for your help!!
Very hot....
Cassie had wanted to do this boudoir photo session as a surprise private wedding present for her fiancé. What she hadn't counted on was how sexy and enticing her photographer Darian would be.
Darian was a tall blonde, at least 6'2", and gorgeous. She was wearing a clingy white mid-thigh length dress, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She had a way when the camera was in her hands of maneuvering Cassie into many sexy, some almost lurid, positions.
When Darian suggested Cassie spread her legs and begin rubbing her pussy, Cassie basically couldn't say no. And so, she found herself willingly masturbating in front of this woman she hardly knew. And she found it turned her on no end.
"You are rocking this shoot, Cassie. Damn, that's sexy. Enjoying yourself?"
"Mmm, very much."
"Good. You know, we could maybe take some really private shots. Ones you don't need to share with your man. What do you think?"
Darian placed her camera on a nearby tripod and pushed a few buttons. She then reached down and pulled her dress off over her head. In addition to being braless, her beautiful bald mound was plainly on display. She smiled at Cassie.
"Your pussy is beautiful. Mind if I have a taste?"
Cassie couldn't talk, but felt herself nodding. Darian went to her knees and wrapped her arms around Cassie's legs.
"We're going to make some wonderful memories, just for us."
With that, Darian dove in. And with that, Cassie gave herself over to Darian totally. Whatever Darian wanted today, Darian was going to get. And if she called after the wedding, Cassie was sure she would respond. Just as she was responding to Darian's talented tongue right now. Here comes the fiancée.
There is something so beautiful and pure about seeing two women like this.
“God, Kathy, why am I here with you, again? Naked, again? This is so wrong.”
“Julie, iIt’s not your fault your husband deployed and left you alone, pregnant, and full of hormones that are driving you crazy. And it’s not your fault your neighbor has a bit of a fetish for pregnant women. Well, more than a bit, as you now know only too well.”
“I know, I know, but…”
“But nothing. Lay that beautiful body down and let me work my magic.”
“Oh, god, I need that magic so badly, Kath.”
“I know you do, baby, and you’ve come to the right place for it. Let’s have a nice afternoon, shall we?”
The best moment of truly loving another woman, those moments when you just ARE.
Afterglow...
Gawd I want to experience this so badly. 🔥🥵🫠
Cindy really enjoyed her times with her older neighbor Jessica. She got a special thrill when Jessica wanted her to dress down, agewise.
Pigtails and frilly socks. A tank top with no bra, short skirts and cutesie undies. She enjoyed being Jessica’s “little girl”.
And she always made sure her mound was shaven clean, which drove Jessica to want to feast on her kitty ravenously. She would drive Jessica more crazy by calling her “mommy” while she was between Cindy’s legs.
The two of them would work each other into an amazing frenzy. After Cindy’s orgasm, it would be her turn to make “mommy” happy. Which she never failed to do. Again and again.
NOTE: This depicts two adults engaged in a MD/lg relationship.
beware of attack lesbian!! reblog if you too are, indeed, an attack lesbian
I will admit I've never had a great sense of men. Hard to relate, usually can't compete on the intellectual and emotional level.
I'll also admit that forcing men who want to interact with me to reach a high bar has weeded out the losers and actually introduced me to some genuinely nice and respectful men.
Is it bad as a lesbian that I don’t trust most men? I haven’t had good relationships with my brothers or any guy I come across or I’m afraid of every guy I come across? I even was bullied all the time by them and it makes me sometimes glad I’m lesbian? I never tried to make any guy friends after all this? I even told my therapist once does it connect with me liking women most times and it’s not really true. The only guys I trust is my two best friends. One is lgbtq and one is straight..
Lesbian or not it’s completely understandable to not trust most men lol
GIRLS....I need your help!! 💥🗯🔥🎉
I am doing Dev on a new novel (3rd in an almost complete series) The main character is a love numb, unfulfilled, and generally uncertain about her life, slightly bisexual young woman. The premise of the story involves our MC1 being pursued by an older, successful, professional transgender woman (MC2). MC1 is only bisexual because she has spent time with a few couples. However, most of her friends are gay or bisexual women. MC2 sees something in MC1 that draws her interest, but MC1 has no desire (that she knows) of DATING a woman (before MC2 reveals she's transgender).
What I would like from the ladies, transwomen and cis, is any experiences you have either pursuing a cis-woman (transfemme) or being pursued by a transgender woman (cis women).
For the record....I'm not leaving anyone else out of this (GNC,Queer etc), it's simply the parameters of the story I'm writing.
Please either leave responses and stories in the comments or send them as an ask to my inbox. Who knows, your story may end up in the book!!
Thank you for your help!!
Something so sexy about a pregnant woman that makes me so wet!!!
“Well, Megan, I’ve outgrown another pair of jeans. What are you gonna do with this fat old lady?”
“Well, how about this, Nancy? You sit up on the couch and I’ll get on my knees and pull off those jeans. Then, I’ll dive between your legs and go down on that sexy pregnant pussy of yours until you forget about those silly jeans. Problem solved.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Such a beautiful expression of what makes women truly beautiful. Thank you. 💕
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You are a divine work of art. So many of us doubt it, but you are. Attractiveness is a complete package... not a body type, a hair color, or an age range. It is your uniqueness, your thoughts, the love in your heart, the curiosity of your mind, the effort you give to all the little things you manage every day, the gleam in your eyes, your smile, your laugh, the way you speak, the sound of your voice, the words you choose, your cadence; the way you carry yourself, the way you lose yourself in the music when you dance, the things you notice, the things you remember, the way others feel in your company, the way you treat strangers, the people who show up for you, animals, and children; the energy you exude, your essence, what you fight for, what you choose to let go of, and the way you give yourself away.... You do not need to feed the billion-dollar parasitic health and beauty industries that tell you what you need to be beautiful. No, you do not need those damaging and obviously-fake eyelashes and nail-tips, those pricey highlights, injections, perfectly drawn eyeliner, designer clothes, implants, and you do not need to wear that corset... although I agree it's lovely... you need to know that you do need it.
- Viv