Weve Had Our Hands On Each Other All Evening, Feeling Each Others Thighs Under The Table At The Restaurant,

we’ve had our hands on each other all evening, feeling each others thighs under the table at the restaurant, grabbing my waist a little too long as we leave and running your fingers over my ass as you remove it , stroking under my skirt while we watch a movie at the theater, and now we’re in the car and I’m moving my hand higher up your thigh as you drive, teasing the bulge in your pants and you finally say you can’t wait til we get home any more. You turn off to a side road and before I know it we’re in the back seat with me on your lap my shirt and bra gone and my skirt hiked up as your strap fills me up and i’m holding onto your shoulders like an anchor. tears stream down my face as I tell you it’s so deep and I want you to go faster and faster and faster and I scream your name as I cum on your strap and then have me clean it up with my tongue. that’s just a taste of what’s to come when we get home

cockwarming on top of her strap while she makes me go into heavy detail over all my hyperfixations and I try not to whimper and beg

“so they split apart over difference of opinions in- mmm aaahhhh god- in how to reach ascendancy and one created an order of hunters that - god it’s so deep right now fuck - they consumed the blood of old ones which was thing that would slowly turn them into monsters and become the things they hunted until there was a major blight. please can I move now?!!”

We need to be more realistic about lesbian sex, too, because sometimes it feels like this huge expectation to maintain a certain level of stamina looms over us, simply because we're more prone to practice what the straights think is foreplay and we consider full on sex.

Some of us have chronic pain. Some of us have past or present injuries. Some of us are on medication that screws with our libido or the amount of time we can last and keep going. Some of us simply don't feel that much of a desire to fuck. Some of us are on the ace spectrum. Some of us are more than content with frotting and kissing and calling it a good intimate moment 20 minutes in. Some of us have vaginismus or other conditions that make sex uncomfortable to some extent.

It's OK to not go on for 1 hour. It's OK to tell your partner to stop. It's OK to ask them to change positions if you have a bad knee or back. It's OK to not last, and to be too sensitive to go on, and to call it a day.

Don't feel pressured to perform. Sex is good when there's enthusiastic consent and enjoyment from both parts, no matter the amount of time it lasts.

[writing some morally dubious smut] hmmm is this TOO dubious or just dubious enough