55 Lesbians Having A Bad Time In BDSM Stock Photos
no this look on my face is “excitement”
look how excited I am
also turned on
also our therapist says Tuesday morning is still good
no this look on my face is “excitement”
look how excited I am
also turned on
also our therapist says Tuesday morning is still good
I feel lighter than I’ve been in a year. I feel ecstatic with the possibilities. I feel giddy, like I’m falling in love.
I get it now. Hot toppy girls will like me just as I am or they won’t get to like me at all. I am good enough.
“One way we can change the narratives around our sexuality and our erotic bodies is by taking up space as sexual beings and celebrating other women and femmes doing the same.” This zine is on it.
Before any of my other sexuality identities, I was kinky.
My dad’s motorcycle magazines weren’t inherently pornographic; they were mostly actually about motorcycles. But beautiful, scantily clad women were pictured posing on them. And those women became an obsession.
How a 23-year-old bisexual polyamorous nonbinary femme xicanx in two very loving relationships does poly.
I’m queer, and I’m kinky. But being kinky doesn’t make me queer. Kink is not a sexual orientation.
It’s not that I don’t want to submit, it’s that submitting is so different from how I have to conduct my life that it takes effort to turn off that HBIC part of me so that I can relish letting go.
The joke was that we had to have sex before the election, because if Donald Trump won, I never wanted to be touched again. It was a joke. A joke.
I wish someone had told me sooner that I had been seeking mastery all this time, but I wouldn’t have been ready to hear it. Until r came along.
“It was everything I had been looking for, only better, because it came along with smooching and cuddling and spanking.”
“When I’m being used for sex, I feel like a vessel through which pleasure flows, hot and bursting.”
Your curriculum isn’t “one size fits all” if “all” means “nondisabled straight people.”
It took me years to settle into the idea that masculinity and topping were actually, authentically my identities.
Somehow, self-identifying as a submissive makes some potential doms think I am their sub.
You just have to be honest about what you’re looking for, and keep going after it.
“I guess I had a lot of opinions that night because you told me that I was especially chatty. I told you it was because you weren’t giving me anything to keep my mouth busy.”
Sometimes, being in kinky subspace opens old wounds from an abusive relationship — but sometimes, it can give you the power to close them.
I want to break things — holes, walls, people. I want to feel the begging in my pelvis and let it ignite the fire under me to burn bright up my spine and light up all my colors.