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Thinking about a princess who loves to tease her knight bodyguard.

She revels in feeling the other woman's gaze linger on her body when she thinks she's being subtle. It starts slowly at first: stolen glances, words of devotion and praise, an unexpected touch. They've been together for so long, she's her closest companion. Yet there is an impassable distance between them. But despite that, the princess can see in her knight's gaze the hunger for something forbidden, the quiet shame warring with unshakable duty. It drives her wild.

It's amusing to wear more and more revealing dresses when they are together. The princess' skin flushes with excitement as the knight struggles to keep her composure. Her knight is oh so deferential to her. She takes so much pride in her loyalty and respect for her charge, that to see her so clearly struggling with carnal desires is intoxicating. Every nerve is set alight whenever the mask of composure slips. Her knight is just so stoic she cant help but try and get her to break. Like the hound's tormentor, the princess stands just beyond the reach of the chain.

But it escalates, her sense of authority spurning her on. She lets her hands wander while they travel together and her touch lingers far longer than it should. She takes to placing drops of her perfume in her knight's helmet or leaving her used clothing behind for her to find. The princess' begins to demand that her sentinel stand vigil while she changes, giving her knight plenty of fuel for the pyre burning within.

After an evening spent drinking together, she even goes as far as ordering her knight to kneel before her, mouth open. The princess knows that she will obey, no matter how unreasonable the request, without complaint or hesitation. Her smile is tranquil and graceful as she tilts back the woman's head and pours wine from her personal cup directly between her protector's lips. Her own mouth waters in response as she watches the drops spill, forming long, crimson streaks down her knight's muscular chest. She watches her writhe as she struggles not to cough out the priceless vintage. The music of her knight choking and gasping and the whispering rattle of her trembling, gauntleted hands fills her dreams with bliss.

The princess knows what those hands can do, the violence they contain beneath the thin veneer of discipline and poise. She finds herself wondering what would it feel like to have them break free and wrap around her throat? What would it feel like to have them force their way into her mouth or grip her hands behind her back or impact against her sensitive skin? The thoughts consume her. She pushes and pushes, watching her loyal protector slowly descend into a feral, pacing beast. The calm deference in her eyes cracking into an obsessive fever.

When the chain finally snaps, the change is immediate. Her gaze becomes cold and any gentleness or respect has crumbled away revealing the starving animal underneath. Her knight's pride has been hollowed out by an insatiable hunger. The princess knows that she'd never be able to stop whats coming, even as the strong hand grips her jaw roughly and flings her onto her bed. She cant stop the hot, muscled bulk of her once composed knight from pinning her down. She cant stop the sound of tearing silk and ragged desperate breathing that fills her ears. She cant stop her own voice from escaping as the other woman marks her in a savage, desperate rush to claim every inch of her. It wont stop until every teasing ploy has been repaid in spit and ecstasy and blood, until the princess' body and soul have been carved and defiled and possessed by the very person sworn to guard her.

But why would she try and stop it? The princess always, always gets what she wants.

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Daniel de la Falaise riding Joey Stefano | The Sex Book by Madonna | 1992

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Boys be like "don't cum inside" while being soaking wet and spreading their legs and grinding against you

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CW: cnc/dubcon

I go to a basement punk show by myself. The band are an amazing three piece, their songs are fast and loud and I’ve danced myself sweaty by the end. I find them drinking beer on a couch in a private room and tell them how much I loved the show. The drummer grabs their junk, “if you wanna show appreciation” the laughter is cut short when I get on my knees, slide my hands up their thighs. “oh shit, he’s a groupie” they say as I pull down their shorts and underwear. “I’d love to make you all cum” I look at the guitarist and bassist coyly before wrapping my mouth around the drummer and sucking, looking up at them as they groan and frown and twitch against my tongue. A tattooed hand fists into my hair and they hold me as close as they can bucking against my mouth. The bassist moves off the couch and settles behind me. They start taking off my jeans, I lift my hips so they can pull them down around my knees and they tug down my boxers too revealing my hard tdick, my wet hole and my hairy ass, “Holy shit, he’s a cuntboy” The guitarist reaches down to touch my cock, slippery and wet with arousal, “such a slut he’s got his own lube dispenser” I groan around the drummer. The bassist rubs their cock in my wetness, holds my ass open and spits on my asshole. They push the tip inside and I gasp, it’s so big and I’m so tight it almost hurts. They pull out, spit, push back in, over and over until I can take them. They hold my hips and fuck me hard, balls slapping against my wet cunt and making an obscene noise. “see how much he likes being a spit roast?” the guitarist laughs, I realise he’s recording and reach out to bat the phone away but he puts his cock in my hand, “desperate little slut wants all three at once hm, huh?” I whine and the drummer grunts, cumming in my mouth and pulling my hair to hold my head back. They slap my face, hard. It hurts so good. “what do you say cunt boy?” they spit in my mouth. “thank you” I moan, as the guitarist wraps a hand around my throat and spits in my mouth, on my face, on my tshirt. I move my hand as best as I can, stroking them. The bassist stills their hips and starts playing with my cock, it feels so good I start twitching and moaning desperately, fucking myself on their length. The guitarist spits on me over and over, my head is suddenly plunged onto their cock. They force it down the back of my throat and hold my head there as I gag and writhe and try to push off. I’m desperate for breath and the bassist starts fucking me hard again. They curl two fingers into my cunt and I cum hard, orgasm ripping a scream from my occupied throat as my eyes roll back. They pull out of me, both of them cum on my face and wipe themselves off on my tshirt. “glad you enjoyed the show” they laugh, sending me back outside covered in cum and spit and their autographs.

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DOLLY PARTON | The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (1982) dir. Colin Higgins

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if you have a boyfriend and you start liking another guy you dont actually have to break up. basically you can put the first boyfriend in the bathroom and close the door, and then bring the second guy into the house and let them get used to each other's smells through the door. if you supervise them for the first couple weeks, they should eventually get along or at least not kill each other while youre away.

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A butch curling their femme wife’s hair before bed

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dykes, the toolbox is getting bigger...

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im sorry this simpsons episode name makes me feel a little dizzy and lightheaded

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trans girl shoulders 😵‍💫

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Friendly reminder that rubbing ANY combination of genitals together in a non-penetrative way that is pleasurable for both parties counts as frotting. It does not have to be phallocentric.

Anyone can frot.

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"stabbing as a penetration metaphor is so old and predictable 🙄" oh yeah i forgot that's why everyone thinks that butter on bread is trite and passé and not one of the most fundamentally fulfilling and comforting culinary combinations known to man. You idiot. You fucking rube.

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hey. put a vibe on her dick and rub her taint like a pussy. give it a good amount of pressure. she will SCREAM

suck her titty while you're at it

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id: a block printed patch with artwork of 2 lavender flowers curving around the text "lesbian boyfriend”. the fabric is off-white and the ink is black.

here

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In order to stop the culture of faking orgasms, we need to stop the culture of shaming others for their sexual experiences.

Can’t get your partner off on the first try? Cool. You can still be thoughtful and make them feel good.

Can get your partner off within 30 seconds? Awesome, good for you both, don’t let it get to your head.

Can make someone cum in less than 5, but for others, it’s a process that takes an hour? That’s alright, everyone’s different. 

Does it take you 30 minutes to cum? That’s okay, you’re not broken, you’re not a failure.

Does it take you 10 seconds to cum? That’s great, you’re not a slut, you’re not overly sensitive or dirty. 

Can’t cum without toys/vibrators? That’s awesome, that’s a valid part of sexual play!

Can only cum with loving, vanilla sex? That’s perfectly normal, and you will find lots of great partners to experience that with!

Can’t orgasm at all? THAT’S ALSO COOL. It’s not a bad thing, you can still enjoy sex TONNES just like others.

Orgasms are NOT the defining characteristic of your sexual prowess. They are great, they’re lovely when they happen, but for the love of science, stop bringing them up higher than they need to be. 

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