lesbian – Page 13

I got into it again with a member of the staff for my Christian group on campus. She and I have gotten into it a lot. And, usually, I leave feeling downtrodden and upset. But, this time, I just felt this prevailing sense of fear coming off of her and, for some odd reason, this was incredibly soothing to me. I felt as if I’d gotten closure.

She loves me. She does everything she does for me out of the best intentions and out of the love in her heart for me. But, she’s afraid. I can tell. She’s absolutely terrified because she just can’t understand. She was sheltered and she just doesn’t get it.

And for this reason, I really can’t be angry with her. I can try to explain it to her as best as I can, but at the end of the day, I can’t hate her for it or get upset.

Normally Sexy Porn Ruined By The Weird Or Inappropriate Or Nonsensical Setting Day: Just Hangin’ Around

“Hey, hey, um, Sir. Yes. Hey, hi, how are you? You mind moving out of the shot?”

“Oh, me? Hey, no, sorry. I’m just watching. Those girls sure are fine.”

“Yeah, they’re…they’re great. Are you supposed to be a doctor or something?”

“Oh, no. I just walked over from another shoot and I thought I’d watch.”

“Don’t you think that’s creepy? Or, I don’t know, incongruous with the whole theme we’re going for here? Or maybe a little, um, distracting?”

“Nah.”

Only later do they realize they’ve also got some huge freaking wires just hanging out there, too.

At the concert the other night, the lead singer introduced one of the songs by explaining this person that kind of got him through one point of his life and into another. And then he thanked her by name.

It was odd for me, because I very closely associated the song with a woman who did something very similar to me. So, hearing another name come out of his mouth was very foreign to me. I was almost expecting him to say the woman from my life’s name. It’s crazy how much we personalize music to ourselves.

But, yes, thank you, dear. I can’t say I’d be producing this tumblr or doing much else in this realm without you. <3

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I wish I could hear the little girly sounds they make as they play…at least until an orgasm nears, and the inner sluts come roaring out.

The First Time Ivy Tried Knifeplay, Part 3

(part 2 can be found here) (part 1 can be found here)

I was a never a huge fan of having my, or anyone else’s, panties in my mouth. Mostly because cotton gets all waterlogged and nasty, lace becomes scratchy, so on and so forth. And, on top of that, I really don’t like the taste of lace, cotton, etc mixed with the taste of a woman. The second one can be damn good on its own. But with some sort of textile? Blegh.

Now tasting myself and praising my choice of wearing thin, cotton panties, I was going over in my head the details of my situation – the being blindfolded whilst tied down to my girlfriend’s bed as she hovered over me with something only slightly less threatening than a sushi knife – when I heard the wooden handle settle onto her bedside table. At least she had put the knife down.

She started smacking over my thighs, causing me to jump and whimper and quiver with each hit. She stopped when they were stinging, practically screaming with what I’m sure was blatant redness. It was then that she straddled the left one and started to get herself off, eliciting a whimper from my lips each time her knee brushed my desperate sex.

I wanted her so badly. I wanted anything right now. She knew her effect on me when she pleasured herself on me, but she just took her sweet time in acknowledging it. Her hand moved down to my breast, squeezing and twisting my nipple painfully until I cried out around my panties.

And finally, after what had seemed too long, her fingers sank between my legs. “Does slutty want to cum?” she cooed. I bit down hard on the panties, trying not to scream in frustration as I nodded. She pressed on harder, not giving explicit permission until what felt like forever.

When I had finally regained composure, she removed the blindfold and smiled down at me as my focus returned. She pulled my panties from my mouth and held the sopping wet mess of fabric in front of my face. I had bitten down so hard at some points that I had literally munched holes into my panties. I laughed dryly as she leaned up to remove my cuffs and I tried my hardest not to just pass out from exhaustion right there.

Found object in my askbox from Heart.

Reminds me that I should definitely work on that third installment of my knifeplay memoir.

You know, if I can ever reattach my jaw and get my heart-rate back down to something remotely normal.

He owns both of them, but the girl on the couch had a previous hard limit about being with girls. She insists she’s straight, but after today, she’s going to be having some second thoughts. Of course, she’ll deny them until she’s blushing and humiliated as she shivers with orgasm beneath the bottom bitch’s skilled tongue again and again.

“Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved. Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm. ‘Come in,’ she said, ‘I’ll give you shelter from the storm.’” – Bob Dylan, “Shelter from the Storm”.

That cold, devious hand.

I need a cruel woman to tie me down like this and tease her hands over me. I’d beg her to bring her hands a little lower and she would just put the ballgag on. We’d spend a good portion of the night like that. And the time we didn’t, I’d be watching her please herself.

I’m all for breaking down gender stereotypes and traditional definitions of relationship dynamics, but the following exchange got me a little trembly.

Friend of a friend who had never met “lesbians” before: So, um, is like one of you “the man”?

My (at the time) girlfriend: Oh, me.

This was a point-blank delivery. No hesitation. No looking at me. No chuckles. No eye rolling. Hooooly crap.

Glad someone had a time machine and the means to jump ahead and photograph my bridal shower. It’s good to know what I’ve got to look forward to.