Never Been A Fan Of Golf...but Might Start Now.

Never been a fan of golf...but might start now. 🫦🥵

I’m so unbelievably sick and tired of these “lesbians” in online spaces genuinely thirsting after men and then saying it doesn’t count because he’s an actor

It’s one thing to joke about or just acknowledge a man as conventionally attractive but that’s not what you are doing at all. You are like genuinely and wholeheartedly attracted to him

It’s just so gross. Stuff like this just further isolates lesbians because it makes other lesbians feel like the only way to be a “good” lesbian is to include men in our sexuality when that’s quite literally the opposite of what our sexuality is.

Lesbians are socially punished both irl and in online spaces for not being attracted to men and this weird movement of women calling themselves gay while happily and confidently talk about how hot a man is is gross and damaging and needs to stop. Pick a different word because it sure as hell isn’t lesbian.

No matter what every society says about women,

Keep walking towards your sexual freedom 💋

#misunderstood

I see you laying on the bed, your naked body laid out across it, teasing and calling me like a syren calling to a sailor.

I circle the bed, a lystful need in my eyes as you gently caress your full breasts, the bare triangle of skin between your milky thighs.

Crawling up onto the edge of the bed, my knees on either side of your head, the gentle mewling gasp escaping your throat makes me grin.

I gasp in reply as I feel your breathe, lips and tongue brush my warm, needy lips. My back arches in a ecstasy as your mouth closes on me, our lips meeting for a deeply intimate kiss,

Driven by hunger, my own heat for the deep arousal and pleasure you bring me, I lean forward. My own eager lips find yours. Spreading them with my hands gripping your thighs for balance, my tongue explores your lips.

Hips bucking against your kiss, my need growing fast. I feed hungrily from your lips as your own eagerness brings me up fast.

A train of deep groans escape my throat through my lips, my hips bucking and grinding over your mouth. Suddenly overcome with need, my hips buck, pressing my lips to yours in a hot embrace as my body shudders and spasms, my love for you dripping over your face.

Mommy I think I made the seat wet....

The piano lessons became increasingly strange and ambiguous until the teacher revealed her torrid interest to which she couldn't oppose