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Welcome to my small world of sexy fun. Everyone is welcome....well unless you're a man or a minor, then DNI.

A few things about me:

⚢ - Babygirl or Slut

⚢ - I'm a mid-40's sapiosexual homoflexible lesbian. Just because I say I'm homoflexible, doesn't mean I'm interested in talking to men.

⚢ - My pronouns are she/her

⚢ - I am a submissive babygirl with a bratty streak. I have a very dirty mind and I like to share and read the musing of others.

⚢ - I am a writer and like to share excerpts from my books and my short stories. Occasionally I'll let my mind wander to the more kinky side and share my feelings and thoughts.

⚢ - I will do a lot of reblogs of others that excite or interest me.

⚢ - If you are a male, minor, homophobe or TERF, please don't follow me. I have lesbian mutuals who reblog my stuff and most don't care to interact with you.

⚢ - I will definitely not follow you and will likely block you if your profile is empty, ageless or a minor (under 18).

⚢ - Ladies, I likely will not follow you if have a lot of images/posts that are focused on heterosexual interactions. I honestly don't want to see a lot of pictures or comments about guys and dicks. Sorry.

⚢ - Anon asks and DMs are open (whether I will answer is a different question)

⚢ - If you're a Mommy Domme and would like to interact with me, please send me a DM and i'll get back to you as soon as I can.

I think the same needs to be said for Transfeminine lesbians. There is a part of the lesbian community that doesn't accept transitioned women because they were not born female and they believe that they are living a lie or trying to dilute the female gender in some way. I have transitioned female friends who are indistinguishable from any other cis-woman who have been chastised and ridiculed by lesbians because they were not born a woman. This is unacceptable also. Anyone who is going to go through the struggle and social anxiety of transitioning to being a woman because they love and appreciate the value of our gender should be welcomed with open arms.

Reminder to everyone that Non-binary lesbians exist and that they are just as valid in their lesbian identity as people that identify as women.

If you believe that the inclusion of Non-binary lesbians is misogynistic and/or invalidating to women you can go argue with the wall.

Gender non conformity has always and will always be part of the lesbian (and queer) experience. If you feel like women are being devalued by the inclusion of GNC and NB people under the lesbian identity you need to do some serious introspection.

Non-binary lesbians are lesbians, transmasc (as in person that wants to align more with masculinity) lesbians are lesbians, GNC lesbians are lesbians.

And I'm talking about ALL non-binary people. Recently I had someone say that only female aligned non-binary people are allowed to call themselves lesbians and that's just fucked.

Gender is a social cunstruct. Lesbians are lesbians. Please keep your bigoted beliefs out of my Lesbianism, thanks.

the cottagecore lesbian/sapphic aesthetic needs to be more raunchy. its so sanitised and so.... glossed with the smell of "purity culture" that i just cant stand it.

i need to see more cottagecore lesbian/sapphic posts about having sex with your girl in a field of wildflowers thats so good that you scream so loud the birds burst away from nearby trees......

fingering her in the shade of an oaktree and feeling her cling to your flannel to keep from falling as her knees weaken around you.......

riding her strap slowly on the porch of your cottage as the sun sets and its light catches in her lusty lidded gaze.......

eating her out on the pier reaching out over the lake behind your home......

waking up naked in bed together and pressed so close your bushes brush together as the morning dewy sunlight spills in through your linen curtains.......

her sunwarmed hands slide up your hairy legs til they lift the bottom of your sundress as you walk through your garden and vegetable patch together....

lesbians, sapphics, i am begging you.... do not be shy about expressing your sexual desire for women !!!! theres no shame in it !!!! there is beauty and pride in it !!!

from lavender woman: chicago’s lesbian/feminist newspaper vol. 2 no. 1, january 1973

YES PLEASE!!

Dear Sapphics,

It’s okay to like girls.

It’s okay to look at girls and admire their beauty.

It’s okay to have crushes, squishes, and more on girls.

It’s okay to date girls.

It’s okay to want to kiss girls.

It’s okay to want to have sex with girls.

It’s okay to only want to cuddle and hold hands with girls.

Your attraction to girls is not wrong. It is not dirty or disgusting. It is not immoral or unnatural. Your attraction to girls is beautiful and is something you should celebrate and enjoy!! Loving girls is a wonderful thing! Take pride in it 💗

WHY LESBIAN SEX IS BETTER

Women know what women want. Our natural emotional connection with other women makes lesbian sexuality a profoundly different experience than any woman can ever experience with a man. And the physical aspect of sex between women is a kind of magic so special that lesbians wonder why any woman would ever want anything else. Sex educator Jenny Block is bisexual. She produced a video at Huffington Post’s “Cliteracy” project that explains why lesbian sex is better:

Most women never have orgasms from heterosexual intercourse. All those movies about how “romantic” and “sexy” it is to “make love” to a man are just patriarchal propaganda. Teenage girls are always disappointed after they experience what sex with guys is really like, but the fact that phallic intercourse is unsatisfying (and often painful) doesn’t usually register in her mind as significant in terms of her own sexuality. Her friends tell her she’ll “get used to it,” but even after she gets used to it, sex still isn’t what she wants it to be and doesn’t satisfy her own desires because sex with a male is always about what he wants.

Women know how to make a woman orgasm. If you can orgasm by masturbating, you can do the same thing together with another woman and make each other orgasm, too.

The only reason more women don’t have sex with each other is because we are taught that lesbianism is ‘wrong” and taught that we “need” men sexually. It’s the same reason we are taught that masturbation is bad. The easiest and most natural way for a woman to really enjoy sex is by herself or with another woman. But because men demand sexual access to women, we’re taught a view of sexuality that is defined and controlled by men. Girls are trained to pass the “patriarchal fuckability test” and to measure our own value by how well we conform to male desires. Conforming ourselves to this phallocentric definition requires that we learn to ignore our own needs and deny our own desires. “Love” means being a man’s sexual property, existing for his pleasure, learning to perform as a penis receptacle. Teaching a girl how to be what a woman “should” be according to the system of male supremacy means teaching her to reject her own natural sexuality. She is taught to be ashamed of her own body, warned against the “danger” of masturbation, and especially prohibited from exploring the possibility of lesbian identity. Heteronormativity pushes her toward seeking approval from males and limits her erotic imagination so she can only consider males as potential partners for “love.” This kind of training in childhood makes girls think that sex with men is the only “real” sex, so we aren’t even allowed to imagine sex without men. Our “crushes” on other girls are dismissed as insignificant. If we develop actual romantic relationships with other girls, our parents tell us we are only “going through a phase.” Even when our same-sex attractions lead to physical intimacy, we are told (and may tell ourselves) that this is just “experimenting”; it doesn’t count as “real” sex and doesn’t make us “real” lesbians. Because of all this, many women are forced into a kind of pseudo-heterosexuality, engaging in unsatisfying relationships with males in an attempt to prove they are “normal.” Even though sex with men doesn’t satisfy her, even though she never orgasms from “normal” sex, the pseudo-heterosexual woman has boyfriends and may even marry a man because she knows that is what she “should” do.

Watch Jenny Block’s “Cliteracy” video. Ask yourself: Why do women think they “need” men at all?

“Why Girl/Girl Lovemaking Is Best.”

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The Top Dozen reasons.

 Note: These are my opinions as to why lesbian lovemaking is best. This list consists of generalities that I believe are only true “on average”.  They certainly do not apply to every girl or every guy. Moreover, this is not presented as the “truth” - only as one lesbian’s perspective. Heterosexual men and women and gay men - please don’t tell me that you disagree. Please don’t even read this!  Instead, please write your own list!  

 Here are my the top dozen reasons why its better for a girl to make love with another girl. These are presented in no particular order:

1.  Girls are so beautiful, soft, and sexy. When you do it with a girl you get to look at, feel, and do things to a girl instead of to a guy. Even straight girls usually agree that girls are so much prettier to look at, so much nicer to kiss and feel, sexier looking, have chests that are inherently sexier than male chests, have no scratchy faces or body hair to deal with, have sensuous curves to feel and admire, etc.

2.  Girls usually prefer more tenderness, romance, and also care more about the setting. Girls like to kiss, cuddle, exchange flowers and other gifts, use candles and music to set the mood, and do other romantic things much more than guys do. (There are of course many exceptions where a girl just wants to have quick sex, but not on average.)  Girls usually make love to a person, not to body parts.  For this reason girls usually want to get to know another girl as a person before sex.  We’re less likely to consider another girl to be just a piece of meat.  All this makes the sex so much better when it does happen.

3. Girls are more likely to get pleasure from giving pleasure to whoever they make love with. This means that another girl will probably try harder to please you, especially orally. Perhaps men are even programmed by nature to penetrate, come, and then to have no more interest in sex, rather than to truly work to please their partner.

4. A girl inherently knows how to please another girl.  Because she’s got her own pussy and breasts, she instinctively knows better what a girl wants and how to make love with another woman. Perhaps for this reason girls are more patient in bed. Because they know that most girls like it slow, romantic and gradual a high percentage of the time, rather than “slam-bam-thank you ma'am”.  So a girl usually is better at pleasing another girl.

5.  Breasts.  Only girls have sexy breasts.  And breasts are so mind-bogglingly beautiful.  A universal sign of sexiness, to both men and women. Most girls would much rather look at feel, lick, kiss or suck a girl’s nipples than a guy’s nipples. And look at, etc. a girl’s breasts than a guy’s hairy breasts. For most girls - even straight girls - its not even close.

6.  The genitals.  Most girls think that a pussy is beautiful and that a cock is not - maybe even that cocks are scary or yucky. Most girls would rather lick or suck another girl until she comes than blow a guy until he comes.

7.  Girls’ sounds, passion, responsiveness, and movement.  Guys usually are silent or moan a bit. But women are louder and more passionate in bed, and often writhe with pleasure.  Naturally girls prefer to make love to someone - a woman - who obviously loves what they are doing to them, rather than to a guy who just grunts a bit or says nothing.  The responsiveness you get from a girl is positive feedback that is wonderful for the active lovemaker.

8.  Stamina.  A guy comes once and then its over, at least for long enough to interrupt the lovemaking.  A girl can come again and again, and after she comes she still has an inclination to please you, whereas often a man often loses interest and sometimes even wants to go to sleep.

9. The emotional connection makes the sex better.  Girls understand each other better and can connect better with another girl. A girl can be closer with another girl than with a guy. Because of the sameness, the emotional connection can deeper, and this makes the sex more satisfying.

10.  Its nicer know you both inherently are more likely to want the same things.  Some men will kiss you as long as you like, suck your breasts as long as you like, and romance you as much as you like.  But you wonder: are they doing it because they like kissing, etc as much as a girl does, or is it just a way for them to get into your panties?  Its nicer with a girl because you know they like kissing, cuddling, romance, etc. as much as you do.

11.  The interactive process that ratchets up your lovemaking. You show that you are passionate and you vocalize move, and react, which turns her on and makes her vocalize and become more passionate, which turns you on even more, etc.  Because a man doesn’t show his passion, move, or vocalize nearly as much, there’s less of this wonderful ratcheting up process.

12.  You start from a position of equality because you’re more nearly equal in terms of size and strength, and another girl can’t rape you with her cock. With another woman you don’t start with a power imbalance, and since both women know this, you both can concentrate more on other goals and values, such as pleasure and love. Often with a man, the women must employ a variety of techniques, both sexual and non-sexual, to make up for this imbalance. With another woman no such games are necessary.

Readers - Why do you think girls are better at making love with another girl? Did I leave any of the most important reasons out?  Are there any changes or additions you can suggest?  Linda  rrrr1234@live.com

(via linda1234me)

lesbianism is so pure & natural & beautiful. despite women being so heavily oppressed to the point where lesbians had 0 autonomy and existed in complete secret, often even having to get married to men and live an entire lie with no way out, we still existed. lesbians still would find ways to make spaces and to live our lives. some lesbians even rejected all expectations placed on women and lived as men just so they could be free to love women. that level of strength and resilience is something unique to us and it makes me so proud of how far we’ve come. we will continue to persevere and exist because no amount of homophobia will manage to prevent female homosexuality from existing. ❤️

Masquerade - First Night (copyrighted material- J. Scott)

Madison agreeing to walking back through the city to her penthouse instead of getting a car filled Brienna with elation. She realized something about being with Madison that she never embraced with her late husband, enjoying the small moments. With Alton it was more work and social events leaving Brienna with a lot of time to herself to explore her own interests and friends, but in the end, she realized there weren’t a lot of small moments.

They walked along Camp street hand in hand, stopping occasionally to look into a shop that caught their eye. The relative comfortable silence between them save small bits of small talk seemed to punctuate the open and honest conversation over lunch. Somehow Madison seemed lighter, more unburdened now, as if somehow their conversation lifted a weight.

“What’s on your mind Madi?” Brienna asked as they walked along the sidewalk entering Harmony Circle. A contemplative silence fell over Madison over the last few blocks which worried her.

Madison shook her head giving a warm smile, the lavender lenses of her very chic glasses did little to hide the how the smile translated to her eyes. “Nothing, not really. Just can’t remember the last time I just strolled through downtown. I’m just enjoying being with you.”

Brienna matched the smile hearing the calm, serenity in her voice. “I agree. It’s nice that we don’t need to always maintain a conversation to feel comfortable with each other.”

Giving an approving nod, Madison pulled her glasses up to her head, holding Brienna’s gaze. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, darling. Isn’t that the point, to get to know each other.” Brienna gave a soft shrug.

The edges of Madison’s lips curled down with what seemed an uncertain frown. “I just didn’t want to ruin the moment by bringing up sad memories. But I was curious what your relationship with your late husband was like. Did you have comfortable silences like this?”

Pushing her own glasses up onto her forehead, Brienna checked for traffic then quickly guided Madison across the street into the park at the center of the circle. Picking an empty bench away from the throngs of people walking here and there she sat down, with Madison close. “First of all Madi, don’t ever worry that asking about Alton is going to upset me. I’ve had long months of solitude to come to terms with his passing.” Brienna forced a smile despite the emotions rising at the back of her throat. “Our relationship was…comfortable.” The way she answered that probably gave Madison the impression there were issues despite their relative happiness. “We were happy. We shared similar interests, but his work came first most of the time, which left me with freedom to do what I wanted. Did we have comfortable silences like this?” Brienna paused letting her memories run through her mind. “I’ll just say we enjoyed each other’s company, when it mattered.”

Those soft blue eyes scanned her face for a long moment before Madison nodded with a soft smile. “I appreciate you sharing that.” She replied standing and pulling Brienna up by the hand as they continued their journey. “How long were you married?” Madison asked after a few moments of walking in silence.

“Twelve years.” Brienna answered softly, her heart suddenly feeling rather heavy. In that moment of reminiscent contemplation the fact that the age gap between her and Alton wasn’t much different than the gap between her and Madison. That realization brought a soft smirk to her lips.

They both fell into what amounted to thoughtful silence as they walked the rest of the way. Madison stopped in her tracks as they turned up O’Keefe Ave, the condo coming into view. “You live there?” The gasped, eyes wide behind her glasses.

Brienna smiled, nodding, pointing to the top of the glassed in area at the very top of the building. “Yep, very top floor. C’mon.” She urged playfully pulling Madison’s dumbfounded form up the sidewalk. Walking through the lobby, Brienna couldn’t be sure if Madison’s jaw ever closed which left a perpetual smile on Brienna’s face.

She couldn’t tell what fascinated Madison the most, the fact that the elevator required a keycard to reach her penthouse or that the elevator opened directly into the foyer. But the awestruck look on the young woman’s face made Brienna chuckle. “I can’t believe you live here.” Madison exclaimed as she ran to the window to look out at the view from the living room. “I mean I knew you had money, but not this sort of money.”

Brienna let her explore without saying anything, simply enjoying the childlike excitement of seeing what was behind the next door. Laying her purse, glasses and keycard on the table near the elevator, Brienna opened the sliding glass door to the patio, leaning against the rail as Madison explored. “Your bathroom is as big as our living room and so gorgeous.” Madison called out before eventually joining her on the patio.

As Madison joined her against the railing, Breinna turned, pulling her close, pressing a firm, hungry kiss to those soft perky lips. One hand went to the small of Madison’s back, driving their bodies together as her other hand slid up the close cropped hair a the back of her neck, holding the her into the kiss. Madison let out a deep throaty moan, her hands wrapped around Brienna’s waist immediately as she melted into the kiss. Their tongues met in the middle, swirling around each other as the simmering heat and desire of the past week bubbled to the surface.

The kiss continued for what seemed an eternity before Brienna broke it slowly. Madison let out a deep sigh as their eyes met. The desire and affection between them seemed unmistakable. “Does it make you uncomfortable that I live like this?” Brienna asked in a tentative whisper. A slight anxiety over Madison’s answer pulled at the back of her neck.

“Why would it?” Madison’s lips pursed into a gentle frown as if the question somehow came off as painful. “This is who you are. Your money isn’t important to why I feel the way I do about you.”

She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding at Madison’s answer. While she’d never admit to anyone that part of the reason she married Alton was his money and status, the idea of someone wanting to be with her for the same reason made Brienna anxious. To hear Madison express her feelings regardless eased that anxiety. “I’m glad. And I would never want my status to influence how we feel about each other.”

“So you’re saying you feel something for me then?” Madison teased causing Brienna to laugh out a she pulled the young woman against her in a tight, affectionate hug.

“I guess you could say that I might be catching some feelings for you.” Teased back kissing Madison on the nose. “How about some wine?”

Madison grinned wide, nodding, giving her a final hug before letting go.”That would be wonderful, thank you.” Brienna walked into the kitchen reaching the wine cooler just in time to hear Madison squeal. “Oh my gawd you’ve got a hot tub!” Brienna chuckled to herself, pouring two large glasses of white wine with half of the bottle.

“This time is for us to enjoy ourselves and get to know each other in every way.” Brienna handed a glass of wine to Madison, taking a seat on the gray cushioned patio sofa. “If you want to jump in the hot tub and relieve some of the stress from the week, we can.”

***

The mix of nervousness, elation and arousal made Madison feel like she was on a sugar high. She was certain that Brienna found her either adorable or ridiculous and was just waiting for a chance to push her out the door. The warm, cozy opulence of her penthouse did little to calm her down. The fact that Brienna had a car service on call screamed money, but she never imagined. Not that it mattered.

Gulping down a generous amount of the offered wine in hopes that it might calm her a bit, Madison shook her head as the cool, flavorful liquid slid over her tongue. “Not yet. I don’t imagine you have a bathing suit that would fit me, and I want the first time you see me naked to be making love to me.”

Brienna suddenly coughed with a mouth full of wine, her hand covering her lips as she tried to swallow. The wide eyed look on her face surprised Madison. “Well, that was unexpected.” Brienna choked out with a grin, wiping her bottom lips with a finger.

“What?” Madison pulled her legs up into a bent position onto the sofa so she could face Brienna. Something about what she said caught the older woman off guard and Madison worried she may have overstepped.

“Just the way you said that dear.” Brienna apologized reaching out to lay a hand on her bent knee. “Hearing you say making love to me caught me off guard is all.”

Madison frowned slightly. “I guess I figured it sounded more sensual than saying when you fuck me.”

Laughing out loud, Brienna slid closer, taking Madison’s knees and bridging her thighs with Madison’s legs. Her fingers deftly untied her boots, letting each of them fall to the patio. Madison watched this with interest as Brienna pulled her close until Madison’s butt pressed to her thigh. Long tailored nails brushed over her cheek as Brienna’s finger cupped her cheek. Her emerald green eyes seemingly reading her face for a long moment. “I absolutely agree with you darling, the idea of slow, sensual exploration, making love to each other sounds perfect.”

Unable to resist the pull and proximity, Madison leaned forward until their lips met. The contact started slow and soft. Brienna pulled the wine glass from Madison’s hand, setting it somewhere before pressing more firmly into the kiss. As they fell deeper into the kiss, Madison felt those long nails and warm fingers slide over the exposed skin of her torso. She let out a deep moan once they found the hem of her top, sliding up over her back, under the tight top.

Warm hands inched forward along her ribs as she felt the fabric of her top slip up over her breasts, exposing the tender skin to the warm afternoon air. Brienna broke the kiss as her hands pulled her top up Madison’s arms and over her head. Madison chewed tentatively on her lower lip, watching Brienna’s face. Her nails trailed down Madison’s collar, drifting slowly to the soft rise of her modest breasts. Her fingers traced the round outer edge of the fleshy globe, her emerald eyes following every inch.

Madison’s pulse raced. Her chest rose and fell quickly as the tender, sensual touch sent heat radiating out in every direction. Trying not to distract Brienna’s attention, Madison reached forward, her nails working the last few buttons of Brienna’s top. Separating the panels, she slowly worked the shirt down Brienna’s shoulders. Madison’s fingers brushed along the full breasts pushed up by the cream lace bra. Brienna reached back, unfastening her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms with the button up top.

Rising up on her knees, Madison shifted her position, straddling Brienna’s thighs. Her hands took the older woman’s cheeks in her hands as her butt settle down on Brienna’s thighs. The kiss became more deep and heated as their breasts and bodies came together. Madison let out a throaty moan against Brienna’s lips as her nails drug up Madison’s sides, slipping between their bodies to cup her breasts, one in each hand.

Her hips ground gently against Breinna’s thighs, the motion pressing her jeans tightly over the growing heat and wetness at the apex of her thighs. Suddenly Breinna’s mouth broke the kiss, jumping to Madison’s neck. The sensation caused Madison to groan out deeply, head rolling back, letting out an exasperated moan. One of Brienna’s hands slid to her back, the other cupped the flesh of Madison’s breast as hot breath suddenly washed over Madison’s flesh. Her nipples hardening around the bars pierced through each nipple. Her body jerked as the warm, moist lips that closed around her aching peaks.

A hand shot into Brienna’s thick locks of hair at the back of her neck. Madison gasped loudly feeling her body tremble with renewed heat. She held the older woman’s mouth to her breast as her tongue circled and played with the metal bar in her nipple. Madison’s breathing came more quickly just as Brienna’s mouth released her nipple with a pop, moving to the other. Madison’s mouth fell open, now feeling her saliva cool in the open air around her nipple.

***

As much as she might want to, Brienna realized denying her desire to explore and know Madison in even the most intimate ways was not happening. Her head and body swooned with heat and desire even before Madison straddled her lap and their bodies came together for the first time since this young woman first caught her attention at Gyles party. Their naked skin, their naked breasts coming together opened a door deep inside Brienna she never knew existed. The greedy way her hunger drove her to those pert, young breasts scared her. But instead of fighting it or telling herself she had no idea what she was doing, Brienna just let her instincts take over. Judging by the way Madison’s body responded, she had no objections.

What threw her mind into a tailspin was Madison slowly pulling her head away from her breast and slipping from the couch. Without a word, Madison grabbed up both glasses of wine, giving Brienna a mischievous grin, crooking a finger as if to indicate Brienna should follow before turning towards the open glass doors.

Brienna sat dumbfounded and confused for a long moment, eyes following the shapely swing of Madison’s hips disappearing into the penthouse. Kicking off her sandals, she pushed up off of the couch, following the trail of Madison’s perfume. Walking into the bedroom, seeing Madison sitting at the foot of the bed in her lavender panties, jeans laying in a pile inside the door to the bedroom. She sat holding her almost empty glass of wine in one hand as she reached out for Brienna with the other.

She took Madison’s hand as she tossed back the last of her wine. Madison handed Brienna the empty glass. All Brienna could think to do was place it on the nearby dresser and then Madison pulled her back around abruptly. Eyes looked up along Brienna’s body, while her hands slide over her hips, gently easing the skirt down Brienna’s thighs, until it lay in a pile at her feet.

Still not uttering a word, using her face and her hands to give Brienna any indication of what to do, Madison slid her body back along the bed, laying against the pillows and headboard, wearing only panties. Noticing her wine on the nightstand closest to the door, Brienna stepped over, draining the wine into her mouth as her eyes took in the young woman in her bed. The full bowed lips, the random assortment of tattoos on her arms, shoulders and belly, the lavender tipped nipple piercings on her perfectly round, modestly sized breasts. Despite the sultry look of confidence in her eyes in this moment, Breinna knew full well the uncertain, self-conscious young woman stirring underneath.

Swallowing the wine as it warmed her tongue and throat, Brienna took the last step. Making sure Madison’s eyes watched intently, she hooked her thumbs into the fabric of her bikini cut panties, slowly lowering them until they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them, kneeling on the bed, crawling towards Madison who’s eyes fell to the soft patch of blond hair at the apex of her thighs.

Hovering over Madison on her hands and knees, looking down into those youthful blue eyes, Madison lifted her butt up as her hands pushed her panties down her legs, eventually kicking them free with her feet. Breinna found the small trail of light brown hair running down her belly from her navel to a matching patch of hair on her mound just another curiously unique part of this lovely woman.

Madison’s hand rose up, cupping Brienna’s cheek, her eyes locked intently on Brienna’s. “Sorry for the abrupt game of chase. I could feel where things were going and I wanted it to be right.” Her voice came out with a sensual softness to it that caused Brienna’s belly to clench into a knot. Never before had any lover she’d gone to bed with touched her so completely the way Madison did.

Lowering herself to the bed, laying to Madison’s side, Brienna pulled her hair over her shoulder, letting it hand down her back into the bed before her hand went to Madison’s hip. Madison slid closer until their bodies pressed together and her thigh slipped in between Brienna’s. “Baby, nothing about being here with you feels wrong.” Brienna hand drifted up Madison’s back, reaching her shoulder as she pulled them closer together. Lips met with a shared moan as they finally came together as lovers, connected in the moment.

As a lesbian. I love your blog !!!!

Thank you. All of my posts are meant to arouse, encourage and empower women as much as possible to see the beauty of the lesbian community.

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

Yes or No??

So a girl friend of mine recently noticed that I have armpit hair and suggested that I needed to shave them. I'm a tomboy femme who is actually more into femmes than I am butch. So this question is more for the femme's because I already kinda know where the masc/butch stance is.

How do you girls feel about armpit hair on femme lesbians? I've gone back and for between hair and no hair. I am generally well groomed everywhere else.

This is so funny