#'why do lesbians use a strap on? they should just have sex with men'

[planetflorxa]

You’re a f*cking pornstar

Notice: I’ve been writing this on and off since december so here it is i guess. I was just horny and wanted to get to the smut as quick as possible i will revise this.

Warnings: There is a p0rn link you can click on it but you don’t have to. Mommy kink (I have a HUGE ONE), Lesbian sex, slapping, squirting, degrading, overstimulating

How Mikasa became a pornstar in the first place:

One day mikasa was talking to one of her old friends from high school and they were telling her about all this money they were making from doing porn and only fans. So mikasa decided she should just do it too because she was young single and she really had nothing to lose.

For her first video she was just riding a dildo on the floor. She was facing away from the camera with only her ass in sight. She took precautions to coverup all her tattoos so she would be unrecognizable. Her ass was bouncing and she was just letting out very soft moans. When she checked the comments it was way more girls in the comments saying things like “Oh i’m so gay” “oh my god she’s only for the women now” and she liked that more than she’d care to admit. So she catered to women she would try on straps that she would detach and use as dildos. she would very often than not refer to the viewer having a pussy saying things like “I know you’re so wet just watching me” and well that made a lot of men mad. And almost a year later she was still doing it.

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You were one of Mikasa best friends so she felt like she could talk to you about anything. Which is why she invited you over to her house that day. It was 6’oclock when you arrived. She was taking a long time to come to the door and we’re getting impatient since you came straight from work. You wanted to get off your feet and just relax. You started thinking about sleep before her opening the door interrupted your thoughts “Hi sorry i was peeing” she said swinging the door open and wiping her wet hands on her tank “it’s fine i’m just tired” if she said ears hers would’ve deflated when she heard you say that. She didn’t like seeing you stress out because of work she cared for her friend very much. “Okay come in i’ll start the tea” she opened the door wider so you could come in. You see a tripod standing off to the side like she moved it out the way just before you came in. You looked at her and saw how her short hair was longer

But nevertheless you just sat down. “what did you want to talk to me about mikasa?” You said feeling yourself getting sleep you knew you couldn’t hang on any longer unless you got your energy flowing. “I wanna talk about kinks and sex” and that right there did it. You eyes widen and you shifted in your seat instead of slumping down you were sitting upright. “Uh umm why?” You asked watching her walk about over to you with two cups on tea in one hand and a plate of your favorite cookies in the other. “As you know i’m a pornstar and i can’t talk to just anybody about it so i wanna know what you like” She said fixing her hair looking you directly in you eyes “ok but your porn has literally nothing to do with me” You said not sure if you should feel uncomfortable or not.

“ok we’ll i go first so you won’t feel weird” she said placing her cup on the table infront of you like you once did. “Okay” “well when i’m with ma- we’ll that’s not really important now is it” she laughed lowering her eyes onto your sluggish body. “Well when i’m with women i like almost everything.” she continued “I really like inflicting pain, edging, overstimulating, and degrading. Still trying to figure out if i want it all done to me or if i want to do it to someone else. I kinda lack experience when it comes to women because the women i’ve been into just wanted to be vanilla which i don’t have a problem with.” “oh okay” you chimed in so she wouldn’t feel like she was rambling but you were getting nervous to talk about what you liked because you lacked a sex life “when i’m watching porn well the ones that are real and not staged, degradation really gets to me and i thought it was because i wanted to be i the position of the one getting degraded but it’s the other way around.” She said getting up to go get the sugar and honey she forgot. “also i don’t know if i’d like it if i were to actually happen but when people are really whiny and clingy during sex it’s very attractive but that’s all i can think of on the spot” she said smiling like this was normal “ok so it’s your turn.” she said as she walked back over to the couch.

“uh the same i guess” you said looking down at your lap “NOOO y/n don’t be shy actually tell me” she said lifting your head up so she could see your face. “No seriously well that and a mommy kink but from what i read i think i’d-” “READ” she said cutting you off “you read sex books?” she said throwing her head back laughing at you “yeah? but don’t say it like that” you said now looking down looking ashamed

“don’t be embarrassed” she said placing her hand on your thigh “what are something’s you’ve read that you would like to try?"

“well….”

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“Ride” mikasa whispered in your ear “i can’t” you tried to whisper back but just ended up yelling “okay fine” she adjusted on the couch and planted her feet on the floor. She glanced over your shoulder looking at your ass through the camera and smirked. She pounded up into you and you could no longer hold yourself up falling over into her arms. “Can you say my name pretty girl please~” Mikasa whimpered but she didn’t know how much that’ll get to you until she felt your body shiver. “Say it for me please” she whimpered again slapping your ass this time. “AHH FUCK okay” you moaned out loud. she stopped moving and grabbed your face. “say it for me” she said kissing you. She didn’t let your face talking right against your lips. (This is what i mean just the talking part : Lmao) “Mommy” “yeah that’s right” she said kissing your forehead “please fuck me mommy”

She planted her feet on the ground about to pound up into you again. She was holding your waist like a hug and fucking up into you and you felt yourself about to cum but it felt so much more powerful. This is probably the best sex you’ve ever had. Everything felt more intensified. The way your clit was rubbing against her. The way she angled the dildo up to ram into your g-spot you were gonna cum hard “Mik- mommy” you said looking at her with tear in your eyes “i can’t anymore” “Oh but you you can” she said talking against your lips again. You slumped down dropping your head on her shoulder moaning and breathing deeply into her neck. You wanna cum so bad. This is your first time having penetrative sex and you feel like your addicted now. “Think i’m gonna cum” she didn’t say anything she just started ramming into you harder you didn’t even know that was possible. “FUCK! WAIT” You felt yourself about to cum but you couldn’t breath you just started gripping and digging your nails into her back trying to get impossibly closer. 

You let out a loud moan and felt something inside of you break. You heard liquid hitting the floor behind you and you just slumped down. You couldn’t do anything else but just twitch and whimper in her grasp. “fuckkkk i’m so happy i got that on camera” she said now grinding into you instead of pounding. She said nothing else after that she get pulled you into her and started kiss your lips. She then slid you off her and laid you back on the couch going over to angle the camera down. She then came over to you and parted your legs apart. “Mikasa please i can-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence because she slapped the shit out of you. “Shut the fuck up i didn’t ask now did it” she said grabbing your face “answer me y/n” “no mommy” you said quietly with tears in your eyes “exactly”

she started to go down on you. Sucking and licking your clit alternating between the two. She put her fingers infront of your face obviously wanting you to suck them so you did. Nothing with her was easy though she stuff them deep in your throat making you gag. “Fuck you’re a slut aren’t you” “yes” she inserted her fingers inside you and went straight for the spot she knew was there. You almost snapped your legs closed but you knew what would happen if you did…so you closed them. She stopped sucking you clit and her fingers started to slow down. She looked up at you with a glare. She said nothing she just slapped you. “y/n don’t try me” she went back to what she was doing but going harder this time.

Sucking and fingering you like she was digging for gold like her life depended on it. You were about to come again you felt so sensitive and felt like you were gonna pass out. It felt so good you couldn’t even even get it out. You wanted to tell her. But you’re pretty sure she realized because you started squirting all over her face. “FUCKKK MIKASA STop stop pl-” you were cumming so hard your brain felt like it was shaking. Your body was trembling and your toes were curling. You tried to push her off but she wouldn’t stop. She added another finger now fingering you with three. She looked so hot. Her face was soaked in your cum and her eyes was closed focused on eating you like you were her first meal after months. Your eyes were rolling back and your legs were kicking out and squeezing over her head. She didn’t get mad at you because she knew you were sensitive but she didn’t care enough. “You’re gonna cum again i feel you” she whispered against your pussy. She was right. Your back started lifting off the couch you weren’t moaning anymore you were screaming and shaking. Your ears lost all ability to hear and your breath was gone. You came for hopefully the last time tonight “Aww are you okay pretty girl?” she asked you kissing your thighs and looking up at your tear filled eyes

“Yes”

[offwhitemage]

There's a word for persons who desire sex with men, women and everything in between and that bisexual/ pansexual. why are lesbians/ homosexuals the ones to be fluid when heteros aren't. Bi/pansexuality is literally being fluid. You can be more attracted to one than the other vice versa etc. Please stop using conversion therapy talking points against lesbians. Remember our dark history. /gen

Bestie, sexuality is about attraction, not action. I was no less a lesbian when I was participating in comphet and having sex with men, I just wasn't ready to admit it. You can have sex with people you aren't sexually attracted to, and as long as that sex is safe, sane, and consensual, I think that's fine. That goes for straight people too. I don't have to be attracted to a massage therapist to appreciate their touch, why should I have to be attracted to a sex partner to appreciate theirs?

Conversion therapy is emotional manipulation at an extreme level. They'll say anything to get under your skin and into your brain to get you to comply. It sucks that people have been put through those experiences, and that radical acceptance talking points have been repurposed for nefarious means.

I haven't been through conversion therapy personally. I can't understand that trauma on a personal level, and I won't disrespect people who have by pretending otherwise. Your trauma is yours; only you can process and heal from it, and that journey looks different for everybody.

The goal of conversation therapy is to convince queer people that they aren't queer though whatever means necessary. They'll tell lesbians that it's okay if they have sex with men because that makes them more likely to participate in comphet, which is their goal. They'll tell gay men the same thing for the same reason. Their goal is to get people to sweep their own labels under the rug in the name of societal acceptance and norm adherance. Gatekeeping labels from people who don't fit neatly into your definition of that label has the same effect.

Why would you want someone who identifies as a lesbian to instead identify as bi or pan when they feel that lesbian is the label that best fits them? Who benefits from fighting and gatekeeping within the LGBTQ+ community? We don't have to have the same experiences to be supportive of each other.

It's fine for lesbians to be repulsed by sex with men. It's fine for lesbians to experience dysphoria from strap-ons. It's fine for lesbians to have sex with trans and nonbinary people. It's fine for lesbians to be straight couples' unicorns. It's fine for lesbians to have a penis. It's fine for lesbians to be stone tops. It's fine for lesbians to be pillow princesses. Lesbians can do whatever they want forever, it doesn't make them any less valid as lesbians, and it doesn't mean they need to change their label to something that makes you more comfortable.

Peace and love on the planet Earth.

[everlarkficexchange]

Hold Me Up

Prompt 42. Group of friends. Economic disaster, no jobs; eventually in desperation someone in the group suggests making a porno for $, the idea takes off, as they work on a script and put out ideas, a lot becomes clear, like who has kinks, who has tried a lot, and that one is an inexperienced virgin. Does the writing experience have consequences to the group dynamic, will they actually film and sell it, will they stay friends? Are any couples or siblings part of the group? Are secrets revealed through brainstorming?

Submitted by @567inpanem

Author: JLaLa

Rated M

Summary: “What the hell are you suggesting?” Gale asked.

“I thought it was obvious,” the woman next to him said. “I’m suggesting we make a porno.”

Strapped for cash, a group of friends—plus two strangers—decide to go all out.

Multiple pairings, and of course, Everlark. 

“Hold me up in the palm of your hand Lying to you is a river of sin Your metaphors, your silent calls Your feelings are too real…”

                                                -Live

Hold Me Up

Part One

Katniss closed her eyes as the rush of hot water hit her face. It had been a hell of a day.

Her boss cut her hours at the record store due to the lack of sales. She had done everything short of offering to blow the man—wouldn’t have worked, he was gay—to get as many hours as possible. However, everyone was suffering due to Panem’s economic disaster and Heavensbee’s hands were tied.

All she wanted to do tonight was eat the leftover Chinese in the fridge, binge watch Bridgerton for the hundredth time and use her vibrator until she climaxed to the image of Simon Basset eating her out—

“Katniss!” There was a quick knock before the door opened. “Sorry, but I have to piss like a racehorse—”

She pulled back the shower curtain to the sight of her roommate and friend, Peeta, unzipping his jeans.

“Seriously, couldn’t you do that somewhere else? Like, maybe get a plastic cup or do it in the sink?”

“Last time I did, Gale totally flipped out on me,” her friend replied. “It’s not like you haven’t seen my dick before. You’ve seen it plenty of times, most of the time it was erect.”

The peril of living with two boys was that you always seemed surrounded by morning wood…any kind of wood really.

“Fine.” Katniss closed the curtain. “Try not to be loud about it though.”

“How am I loud while I pee?”

“‘Oooh fuck, finally…I’ve been holding that in all day!’ Katniss mimicked mockingly. “You’d think that you were doing something else instead of emptying your bladder.”

“Honestly, sometimes a good pee is better than sex,” Peeta retorted. “I don’t think that I’ll be able to stop it once it starts so just sing something really loud or you’ll be hearing me hitting the porcelain pretty hard.”

Katniss walked under the shower to rinse her hair and belted out the first song that came to her.

“I got a new life

You would hardly recognize me

I’m so glad

How could a person like me care for you?

Why, why do I bother

When you’re not the one for me

Is enough enough?”

“I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes…” Peeta sang along and Katniss giggled hearing his melodic baritone. “I saw the sign…life is demanding without understanding—”

“We should start a group,” she offered as she turned the nozzle and the water stopped. “Especially since I’ll likely be laid off soon.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry, Katniss.” A hand peeked through the curtain, holding a towel and she took it, quickly wrapping it around herself. “We’re all taking it up the butt, aren’t we?”

She pulled back the curtain and stepped out. “What do you mean?”

“Haymitch and Effie will probably have to close down with everything happening,” he informed her. “The rent for the bakery space is just too much for them. I mean, we still have our regulars, but they’re not making enough to pay me to make a dozen danishes and scones.”

“That sucks.” Peeta was still wearing his apron around his waist, a red bandana covering his blond locks, along with his usual baking uniform of a fitted white tee and jeans. “I know how much you love that job. Not to mention, Haymitch and Effie are pretty kickass.”

“Well, at least we have Gale,” her friend replied as he opened the door, letting her step out first before putting a companionable arm around her waist. “Old reliable Gale—”

There was a cough and they found Gale sitting on their couch lighting up their emergency joint.

This was bad.

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“My whole department was pretty much eliminated,” Gale explained once he stepped out of his daze. “They led us in, one by one, into that small office and gave us the whole spiel about making cutbacks before handing us our severance checks. This will hold me for about six months of my piece of the rent—”

“This is probably the worst time to tell you,” Katniss started. “But Heavensbee reduced my hours at the store and I’ll probably be getting the boot soon.”

“Effie and Haymitch can’t afford to keep me at the bakery,” Peeta told him. “They’re also likely to lose the business, too.”

Gale nodded, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together. “Well, we’re fucked.”

“Now there’s that positive attitude that we know and love,” a sharp feminine voice said.

The three looked up to find the rest of their friends stepping into the apartment led by Johanna, who lived across the hall from them. Madge, her roommate, followed in with a pizza box and the group was finished out with Finnick, who lived downstairs and was—until today—Gale’s teammate.

“Well, we’re fucked!” Gale repeated, his voice hitching up at the end. He looked to Johanna. “Good enough?”

“We’re all getting it,” Madge said, sitting next to him calmly. “The Forever 21 I’m working at is closing. So, I’m screwed, and I won’t even have severance like you and Finnick.”

“I have thousands of dollars in debt over the camera equipment I just bought,” Finnick told her. “I’m supposed to be working on my documentary.” Their friend was a budding director. “Now, I’ll be using the rest of my severance to pay it off.”

Johanna plopped down in their lone seat, putting her feet on the table.

“Not that I don’t love you guys, but I’ve been out of a job for months, so your sob stories mean nothing to me,” she said. Grabbing the joint, their friend took a long inhale and breathe out in relief. “The job market is non-existent at this point.”

“God, maybe I should’ve pushed on blowing Heavensbee,” Katniss muttered.

Finnick snorted. “What?”

“He’s gay, but probably not getting any,” she replied, next to Peeta. “If you close your eyes, it feels the same.”

“You might have something there,” Johanna suddenly said, her oak eyes contemplative.

Peeta glared at her. “Not funny. You really want Katniss turning tricks for rent?”

“Hardly,” their friend replied. “No offense—” Johanna looked to Katniss. “—you alone have no sex appeal, and this is coming from a full-fledged lesbian.” She turned to Madge. “She would—with the pouty lips and the big titties. Not to mention those golden locks. Put a little red hood on her and you’ll have those Fairy Tale freaks begging to see what’s underneath.”

Katniss crossed her arms. “Well, thank you for telling me that I’m undesirable.”

“I didn’t say that.” Johanna looked between Katniss and Peeta. “I said you alone would have no sex appeal but put you with him—” She nodded at Peeta. “—or her.” A hand waved over at Madge. “People will pay big money to see that. A nice little ying and yang.”

“What the hell are you suggesting?” Gale asked.

“I thought it was obvious,” the woman next to him said. “I’m suggesting we make a porno.”

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Several beers in, the idea started to make sense.

“Babe, if this thing took off, we could pay off the camera equipment,” Annie, Finnick’s fiancée, said. She had joined them a little after the major freak out over Johanna’s idea. “Also, you could get some experience in handling the equipment and I could get experience with the boom mic.”

“That is true,” Finnick mused.

“Guys, do you know how many different types of porn there is out there? How would we make one that people would be interested in?” Gale asked. His voice had taken on a rough slur, five bottles in, as he leaned against a drunken Madge.

“Simple,” Johanna smirked. “We do our research. This neighborhood is full of not-so-reputable places; it’s why rent used to be freakishly low. We can ask what men and women would like to see. Also, we’re all decent looking.”

“What about the fact that you’re talking about us having sex with each other?” Peeta asked, eyes bloodshot. Katniss laid on his lap, singing along to the music on her phone. “No offense, but I don’t want to have sex with you. You scare me a little.”

“Well, who would you want to have sex with?” Madge asked with a buzzed grin.

“Easy.” Peeta looked at the giggling woman on his lap. “Katniss.”

“Really now?” Finnick leaned forward in interest. “Why her?”

“I’m comfortable with her,” he explained. “We were each other’s first kiss, granted we were only five—but also, she’s seen my dick plenty of times.”

Katniss drunkenly waved her finger at him. “I’m not scared of it…”

“Dude, why aren’t you together?” Annie asked.

Peeta shrugged. “Seemed better to stay friends.”

“Those two are such chickens,” Gale called out. “They just tiptoe…and tiptoe…and it’s all like ‘I think Katniss is beautiful’…or ‘I want to have Peeta’s babies’…and I’m just like why don’t you just fuck already?”

“Fine.” Katniss slid onto the floor and held her hand out, palm down. “We’ll do this. I get to fuck Peeta because everyone is so invested…but we all have to be in this.” She looked at the rest of the group, her eyes landing on Peeta. “Do we agree?”

Johanna placed her hand over Katniss’. “I’m in.”

Madge followed immediately. “Me, too.”

“Fine,” Gale muttered before his hand landed on the pile.

“We’re down,” Finnick said, adding his hand.

“But only as the filmmakers,” Annie added before placing her hand on top of her fiancé’s.

Katniss looked to Peeta; nervousness laced in her grey eyes. “And you?”

He examined her, almost losing himself in her gaze before placing his hand down to seal the pact.

“Let’s do this.”

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“Do you like oral?” Katniss asked the scantily-clad waitress. “Giving? Getting?”

“Yes, to both,” the pretty blonde answered.

Johanna and Gale had gotten to work quickly, both making up the questionnaire that they were using for research. While that was happening, Annie and Finnick put up an ad looking for available actors and actresses to add to their production.

Two days ago, their questionnaire had revealed that threesomes, double penetration, and girl-on-girl were high on the list. Unfortunately, they didn’t know who would be doing what except for Katniss and Peeta.

“And anal?” Katniss continued as Peeta joined her at the table.

“Sure,” the woman answered. “I’m pretty open. Me and my ex used to film ourselves all the time.” She looked at the two. “You two looking for tips?”

“Maybe,” Katniss replied. She turned to Peeta. “Did you want anything?”

“Coke, please,” he told the woman. “I’m still recovering from the past few days.”

“Coke for him and a Lagavulin for me,” Katniss told the waitress.

“You like the good stuff.” She gave Katniss a saucy wink. “I’ll be right back with your drinks. I’m Delly, by the way.”

“Katniss.” Katniss gestured over at Peeta, who gave Delly a light wave. “Peeta.”

She nodded. “Nice meeting you.”

As soon as Delly walked away, Katniss turned to her friend. “What do you think?”

“Decent rack, sweet face, and she has experience apparently,” Peeta replied. “Thoughts on having her on the team?”

“Well, she seems friendly,” Katniss replied. She eyed him. “Would you do her?”

“If I had to…sure,” her friend replied. “How about you?”

“Me and Delly?” Katniss looked to the woman at the bar, awaiting their drinks. She was pretty with wavy, shoulder-length hair and wide eyes. Not to mention, her body was banging—the bejeweled bustier made her breasts look incredible—and her personality was easy. “Sure. Why not? I mean it will make me more…desirable.”

“Are you still pissed off that?” Peeta asked. “Johanna loves to rile you up.”

“I hate that she can.” Katniss sighed. “Are we really going to do this?”

“Haven’t you ever been curious?” Peeta’s gaze fell warmly on her. “How it might feel like between me and you?”

“Sometimes,” she admitted. “We kissed that one time, but nothing came of it. I thought maybe you didn’t like it…or me.”

“I do like you. I love you.” Peeta reached for her, pulling her onto his lap. “I guess we were just both too scared to explore what kind of love we could’ve had.”

Her arms wove around his neck as Katniss pressed her forehead to his. “I love you and I like you, too.”

“Your drinks, lovebirds.” Delly approached them, a bright smile on her face. “Anything else I can get you?”

“Actually.” Katniss stood up, pulling out the business card with Johanna’s number on it. “I have a proposition for you.”

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“What are your special skills?” Johanna asked as she looked over Delly’s resume.

Delly gave the group a bright smile, her eyes landing on Katniss with a wink.

The group gathered the following day for auditions for the two additional actors at Finnick and Annie’s place.

Currently, Annie and Peeta were reviewing resumes and headshots in the hallway while the rest of them assessed the auditions.

The group had agreed to hold them at Finnick and Annie’s since it looked the most professional. The couple’s apartment was stylishly decorated thanks to Annie’s chic but budget-friendly taste—most of their furnishings from Target and IKEA.

“Can you look into the camera?” Finnick asked from where he stood in the center of the living room.

“Sure.” Delly looked straight into the camera, smiling into it. “Well…I can do a handstand and suck dick at the same time.”

“Can we see?” Madge asked from where she stood next to Finnick.

“The sucking dick part or the headstand?”

“How about we just see how it looks?” Finnick suggested. “Have Annie bring the next male audition in.”

Gale stood from his seat. “I’m on it.” He quickly came back, followed by a tall, dark-skinned man who flashed them all a handsome smile. “Everyone, this is Thresh. Thresh, why don’t you join Delly in front of the camera?”

“Sure,” he said easily and walked over to Delly, holding out his hand. “I’m Thresh.”

Delly shook it, her mouth widening in a grin. “Delly.”

“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” Johanna told the two.

Nodding, Delly bent over, pressing her palms to the floor. Then as she steadied, the woman easily lifted her hips…then her legs…before straightening them, her toes pointing in the air.

“Amazing,” Madge whispered.

Next to her, Gale nodded in agreement.

Katniss stood from her seat, going to Finnick, and looked at the camera’s viewfinder.

Delly and Thresh made a strikingly good couple on camera. They were at ease, chatting as if Delly wasn’t in front of the man’s crotch and at a perfect angle to go at his junk.

“Thresh, any special skills?” Gale asked, handing Johanna the man’s resume.

“I can get an erection on command,” Thresh told them.

“Okay, we all need to see this,” Johanna said. “Someone get Peeta and Annie in here.”

“Delly, you can get off your hands now,” Katniss said.

“Let me help—” Thresh held her hips as Delly eased down. As she did, the crotch of her leggings met his groin, and she wrapped her legs around his to steady herself.

“The perfect standing wheelbarrow,” Finnick remarked from behind the camera. “Bravo!”

Peeta and Annie stepped inside as Thresh helped Delly onto her feet. She smiled gratefully, kissing his cheek before dashing over to where the rest of the group was gathered.

“Even if you don’t hire me, I need to see this,” she told them.

Peeta joined Katniss’ side. “What are we looking at?”

Finnick signaled Thresh. “Whenever you’re ready.”

The man simply undid the top button of his jeans, unzipped, and holding the sides of his jeans lowered them down.

Taking a deep breath, the man closed his eyes, as the group watched his cock—a rather thick one—go from half-mast to full in less than a minute.

“Well, that deserves some applause,” Peeta told everyone and began to clap.

The group quickly joined in, but not before hiring both Delly and Thresh.

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“Okay, two things,” Gale announced, going to the easel and whiteboard that he had set up in their living room. He wrote out ‘Location’ and ‘Plot’. “First, location. Any thoughts?”

“We can’t just do it in one of our apartments?” Finnick asked.

“Would you want to sit on your living room couch thinking that Johanna ate Delly out on it?” Gale asked him. “Or Katniss and Peeta on your kitchen counter—”

“True,” Annie said. “Let’s not shit where we eat.”

“Maybe we can rent out space for very cheap,” Thresh said. “I might know some club places where I work security that might be in our price range.”

They learned that Thresh was a part-time security guard and a returning student at the local community college. He was trying to get his Business degree and planned to open a gym after he graduated.

“Great idea,” Gale wrote down, ‘Thresh-club spaces’. Anyone else?”

“That bar I work at might be willing,” Delly told them. “I might have to give the owner a boost—”

“No way,” Peeta interrupted. “We don’t want you doing those kinds of favors just to get us a workspace.”

“Definitely,” Katniss agreed, smiling at the girl. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Okay, what about a plot?” Johanna went to the board. “Every porn needs one to entice an audience. Why don’t we do a round robin and everyone says one thing that turns them on? I’ll start.” She turned around and wrote on the board—‘A clean bush’.

“Doesn’t everyone like it to be clean down there?” Finnick remarked before looking to Annie. “I mean you keep it pristine—”

“No need to tell everyone about my cat, love,” his fiancée retorted.

“I mean, I don’t mind it being wild down there,’ Gale told the group. He took the marker from Johanna and scribbled, ‘Bossiness’. “I like a dominating woman.”

“Definitely a good BDSM storyline,” Madge remarked as she walked up to the board, writing ‘Rough play’. “I like manhandling and being manhandled. I worked with this guy and we use to hook up all over the office. Once after everyone left, we were going at it and he takes me and lifted me—” She mimicked her lover with her hands. “—onto the copy machine before pounding the living daylight out of me.”

Everyone stared in shock at the seemingly sweet blonde twirling a tendril of her hair.

“Come Monday, everyone was trying to figure why there were a hundred copies of someone’s bare pussy on the copy machine tray,” she said in a daze.

“Damn—” Gale swallowed harshly. “—thank you for your contribution.” His gaze went to the person sitting next to Madge. “Katniss?”

“I…I…” Katniss bowed her head. She wasn’t thrilled with everyone knowing just what got her going. However, at some point, they were all going to be seeing her being thoroughly fucked by Peeta. “I like…dirty talk.” She shifted in her seat, aware that next to her sat her soon-to-be co-star. “I don’t have any experience, but when I’m…masturbating, the voice in my head is usually whispering very depraved things in my ear.”

“Care to expand, sweetheart?” Thresh asked from where he sat across.

“Well—” Katniss folded her hands in her lap. “The voice will tell me how much he loves feeling his fingers being squeezed by my cunt, how drenched I am around his dick, how he wants to fuck me until I can’t feel my legs…sometimes he talks about fucking me in both holes…his dick in my pussy and his thumb in my asshole—”

Peeta suddenly jumped from his spot. “I’m going to grab some water from the fridge. Anyone?”

He quickly disappeared into the next room before anyone could even answer.

“You just gave Peeta a boner,” Delly cackled from her seat on the carpet. “Why aren’t you dating?”

“Because—” Katniss searched for a reason, finding herself unable to answer. “—let me check on him.”

She found him bent in front of the fridge.

He pulled back sans water and turned just as she stepped in.

“We ran out of water.” Peeta met her eyes fully, watching as she approached. “I didn’t mean to run off—”

“Peeta, what turns you on?” she found herself asking.

Katniss stopped in front of him and her gaze took her friend in—swept-back blond waves, a firm jaw, and blue eyes…hazed with arousal. They never really talked about the fact that they had admitted to their friends that they were curious about fucking one another.

To be entirely truthful, the voice in her ear, the one that spoke such deliciously sinful things—was Peeta’s voice.

She didn’t know when the mystery man had morphed into her best friend, but sometimes the image of him—in his usual uniform of a pair of jeans, a tee, and an apron—would cause a heat that threatened to burn her to the very core.

However, this precipice between friendship and whatever it was, scared her.

So, Katniss held back.

Peeta shook his head. “It’s kind of stupid.”

“I just told everyone that a mystery voice gets me wet with talk of double penetration.”

He laughed roughly. “That is true.”

Meeting her eyes, Peeta leaned back against the door of the fridge.

“I like sex in different places…the element of danger…of being caught.” His golden complexion tinged with pink. “It’s a major turn-on.”

She nodded, toeing in closer to him. “Have you ever—"

“No, just fantasies,” Peeta said. “Compared to the rest of our friends, I’m pretty daisy fresh.”

“Tell me the last place that you’ve fantasized having sex in,” Katniss said. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” he replied, his hand reaching to cup her cheek.

His thumb grazed the corner of her mouth and she resisted the urge to take it into her mouth to taste.

“The bakery.” His gaze fell to her lips. “Specifically, against one of the ovens as it’s warming up and y—whoever and I just get so caught up in the smell of sugar…of rye…and one another that we don’t know where the heat is rising from—”

Katniss suddenly straightened. “Ohmigod…the bakery.”

“What?”

“The bakery,” she repeated.

His eyes widened in realization. “The bakery.”

END OF PART ONE

This will be multiple parts, not sure how many though.

Yes, before you ask, this is loosely based on Zack and Miri Make a Porno which I think is a hilarious movie with some great music.

Speaking of music, the title comes from Live’s ‘Hold Me Up’, which was used in the soundtrack of Zack and Miri. It also plays during a pivotal scene.

Other music used: ‘The Sign’-Ace of Base

I hope you’re enjoying it so far—as if now, I have just completed the second part.

Thanks for reading!

-JLaLa

[dgcatanisiri]

Revisiting some of my older thoughts on Inquisition (hello there so much confliction on Sera...), and I’m gonna repeat myself: I have no idea what the hell they were going for with the romances.

Like, let’s say that they’d released Inquisition without the extension they’d used to add Cullen and Solas. That would have meant that Bull and Blackwall would have been the only men available for female Inquisitors, and... I mean, one glance at the romance related fan content for the characters, and while I am making assumptions, based on anecdotal experience, Blackwall seems to fall dead last - even when you add male players who roll a female PC, rather than just the average female player, I don’t think there’s any pressing desire from most of them. And I see a lot more of Bull with guys than I do with women (other can of worms there, I’ll get to that...). Hell, when it comes to bi mods, I see a lot of Cullen, Solas, and Cassandra, but little demand for Blackwall.

It gets really weird when you look at the mechanics side - where a flirt with Blackwall will remove the ability to flirt with other characters, so... Was he EXPECTED to be the runaway heartthrob of the game? (I mean, I suppose it could be meant to tie in with the chivalrous/courtly love thing going on with him, but... how quickly is a flirt available with him? That seems weird to cut things off THAT quickly...) Because... I can’t see that happening, even if there weren’t Cullen and Solas there to cut in to his fanbase - he easily can trip feelings more appropriate to “dad” or “uncle” or even “granddad” before he trips “boyfriend.”

I really, really, REALLY do not get what the logic had been here with this arrangement. I mean, it’s not really right that it was off-kilter to begin with, but I do find myself curious how much of a lead balloon the game would have been received as if there HADN’T been Cullen and Solas available - like, I’m fairly sure they compete for the top spot of romances out of all the characters in the game.

But you know, I am also going to go with it being a HELL of a choice to go in the direction of making the ONLY two romance options for gay men hook up - so, as it turns out, the characters may well end up better clicking with each other than the player, and so THEN what the fuck should the player do? Cuz now it’s just that you’re not that enamored of either, you think they work better with each other, and so you have NOTHING.

Also, another hell of a choice to reward the asshole dudebros who dismissed Cassandra as being “manish,” among their kinder insults, with getting to romance her while locking out the hordes of lesbians/bi women who were ready, willing, and eager to climb her like a jungle gym as far back as DA2...

Like, you want to talk at me about “some people are straight”? Yeah, some PEOPLE. But these are characters, were every design and decision about them is a choice made by someone else. It’s a line of code that makes Cullen shut down flirtations with my strapping male Qunari, not that a living, breathing person has said he’s not attracted to men. If I’m flirting with someone (considering my IRL love life, something of a big if there, but...) and he tells me he’s not in to guys, that’s my cue to slink off and die of mortification, and, maybe, sometime in a year or two, take another shot with someone else. In a video game, though? That is an imposition, a barrier put up by some member of the development team, who said “hm... nah, not for guys” in reference to that character. That is something completely different.

This is the core thing with video game romance options. Yes, you can’t please everyone, I’m fully aware of that. But the choices you offer are THE ONLY choices that your character gets to have. You can imagine some alternative if you want, but if you’re looking for what is textual and on screen? You have only these particular characters, and if you don’t like them, you get NOTHING.

So that’s why I am 100% all bi LIs - Dorian and Iron Bull? They do nothing for me romantically. I would absolutely take Cullen any day. I’d even give Solas a shot. Not enamored of Blackwall, honestly, trips some of my alarms about people I’ve come across IRL, but I could give him a spin too, at least in one playthrough.

I just don’t understand what the thought processes were in all of this, because it all seems like the choices that were being made in no way reflect what the fandom would have wanted in the first place, had they been polled ahead of time. And, sure, I can tell you plenty of occasions I was surprised by how much I found myself responding to a romance differently than I expected...

...I mean, I can’t help but think that had Inquisition shipped without the Cullen and Solas romances, or (god forbid, yes, I’m going to be salty and bitter) they had been included as same-sex romances ONLY, there would have been demands to the point of “angry mob with torches and pitchforks marching on BioWare offices” to open up either or both as romances for women. And (see again, salty and bitter) that probably would have gotten a response, too.

[sevdrag]

hey hey I appreciate your intentions with taking a softer stance on personal preferences -- it definitely helps show you're the bigger person and able to be compassionate and intelligently measured in comparison to terfs that can only ever spew stupidity and hate.

just be careful tho not to cede too much ground to terfs in the process. genital preferences aren't harmless, especially in cis lesbians where they're intrinsically an instrument of transmisogyny. the idea that penises are male is directly linked to our deaths, and cis lesbians become terfs when they constantly get away with expressing that idea as a harmless "preference" that's anything but. part of being a good ally is unlearning those genital -> gender associations completely, including personally.

I think a lot of this is about unlinking concepts in general. Obviously for a TERF, the concept that penises don’t always belong to men and vaginas don’t always belong to women is the first basic step to acknowledging that genderqueer people do in fact exist (and aren’t, as so many of them say, lying about it for Reasons). You start by learning to de-link a person’s body parts with their gender and pronouns (which also aren’t always linked!).

But there’s also this conflagration between genitals, sexuality, and sex acts that’s that needs to be disconnected as well.  The idea that penetration is always “male” and always done with a penis is just plain wrong. And I think that’s what I mean about personal preferences -- I have vagina-owning friends who just plain don’t enjoy penetration; I have cis lesbian friends who routinely praise the strap-on. Hell, I know cis het vagina-owners who enjoy anal, and cis gay dick-avers who don’t enjoy it. Sex acts aren’t inherently gay or straight or gendered at all, and TERFs can’t seem to wrap their minds around that one either. When I’m talking about preferences, I do mean personal ones, related to the sex acts people like and don’t like, and that’s 100% their business.

I do agree that it’s important to recognize that it’s a problematic area, yeah. TERFs defend their anti-penis rhetoric with the personal preference umbrella, and they’re usually using it to gatekeep and make inflammatory statements. But: Do I think my vagina-having friends who don’t enjoy penetration are TERFs? No, it’s just an act they don’t enjoy; they don’t then use the preference to apply harmful labels and concepts to penises, while TERFs then do. 

So yes, TERFs are full of this bullshit, and the fact that they use “penis = male = trans people are lying and are evil” should be reflected on and made more public. But I’m careful about not making statements condemning TERFs (which i like) while also invalidating other people’s experiences (which i don’t like). It’s a curious line to walk sometimes. Let me say: you’re not wrong, at all. And my careful-ness is intentional, but may sometimes be too delicate for most people to deconstruct. So I will make your point and mine both.

Speaking of de-linking things, the conflagration between personal preferences and fandom -- that’s also a mess. A big TERFy mess. I don’t give a fuck what kind of sex you like to have, or not have, with what kind of genitals and preferences and persons; as long as y’all are safe, enthusiastically consensual, and OSHA-compliant, go at it or not as it pleases you. But the second someone barrels on into fandom making “rules” about what gender / genitals / preferences / sex acts a fictional couple do or do not have... well, that’s what’s likely to get you on my radar. 

I don’t mean this to say, “oh, if only TERFs stayed out of fandom I would be okay with them”, because no. But fandom is a micro-example of the very real ways they also break into real life and do harm, for people who may not be able to broadly conceptualize the harm they do. If they do this to imaginary characters, just picture how they treat people in real life. 

(And sure, people are more likely to be nasty and cruel on the internet where they have the safety of anonymity -- and that’s why I do public bullshit callouts. Maybe it’ll make them think twice about doing it somewhere else in their life.)

Anyway, I am not here to be compassionate to TERFs. (But I am here to be compassionate to others.) This became very long and probably rambly, so the bottom line is, TERFs meet me in a Denny’s parking lot for an ass kicking.

[thingsifeelicantsayhere]

About Kink at Pride

One: Thanks SO Much to the person who decided to @ me about 6 different times after I already mentioned how I can’t reply. Edit: Just read them! Thank you for linking me to the same article twice. I saw that one to, and at least 7 others! I closed out of all of them. Read on to see why!! And I call everyone hon, hon - sorry if I offended you!

Two: Kink at Pride thoughts, below the cut. TL;DR: Yes, I was wrong on certain things. Does that change my opinion? Nope! Still think Kink shouldn’t be at Pride.

Note: an entire history of gay Pride is listed below, starting with the Reminder marches. I started there because it felt like the logical place to start, given the organizers of Pride participating in those as well. It’s a LONG one guys, so strap in.

So, starting out: Gay Rights Timeline (it’s brief, because I don’t have an entire night of getting triggered and showing I can research things)

July 4, 1965: “Gay rights activists gathered outside Independence Hall in Philadelphia carrying picket signs and demanding legislation that would secure the rights of LGBT Americans. Referencing the self-evident truth mentioned in the Declaration of Independence that “all men are created equal,” the activists called for legislative changes that would improve the lives of American homosexuals. Activist Craig Rodwell conceived of the event following an April 17, 1965 picket at the White House led by Frank Kameny and members of the New York City and Washington, D.C. chapters of the Mattachine Society, Philadelphia’s Janus Society and the New York chapter of the Daughters of Bilitus. The groups operated under the collective name East Coast Homophile Organizations (ECHO). It was called the “Annual Reminder” to remind the American people that a substantial number of American citizens were denied the rights of “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

June 28, 1969: A police raid on Stonewall [a mafia run gay bar] occurs, leading to the Stonewall Riots. Marsha P. Johnson, a “transexual drag queen” and known sex worker, frequented the Stonewall Bar, being the first drag queen to go to what had previously been a bar only for gay men. Police raided the bar to check for unlicensed liquor sales, but also to arrest those who were in violation of the state’s “gender-appropriate clothing statute” (which meant that any female-presenting people in the bar who passed as female had their genitals checked by female police officers, and female-presenting people who did not pass were arrested). Fed up with harassment from the police, the community around the bar became agitated. After a policeman hit Stormé DeLarverie, a “dyke” lesbian on the head while pushing her into his police van, the crowd grew violent. Police barricaded themselves inside the Stonewall Inn for safety, which was soon set on fire. It is still debated whether police or the rioters began a fire in the building, but most sources claim the rioters began the fire. Marsha P. Johnson became well known as the one who “Threw the first brick at Stonewall” (though she herself has stated that she came late to the riots).

That night, while returning home, Craig Rodwell passed Stonewall, and alerted the press in order for there to be news coverage of the historic event. Rodwell was a well known activist at the time, one of the organizers of ECHO, sitting in on protests, opening the first Gay Bookstore (dedicated to Oscar Wilde), and of course, helping to organize the first Gay Pride Parade in the bookstore.

Five Months after the Riots: Among those who proposed the Gay Pride parades were Craig Rodwell and his partner Fred Sargeant (who later tried to claim transgender people and POC did nothing in the riots), Ellen Broidy (former member of the Gay Liberation Front, Lavender Menace, and Radicalesbians), and Linda Rhodes (genuinely having trouble finding information on her; I just know she was friends with Ellen and Craig). Together, they made a proposal for an annual march on the last Saturday in June where there were “no dress or age regulations.” Their proposal was given at the Eastern Regional Conference of Homophile Organizations (ERCHO) in Philadelphia.

After the proposal was made, Brenda Howard (a life-long bisexual and openly sex-positive activist, as well as anti-war feminist “radical” by some sources) helped plan it. Making use of the Oscar Wilde mailing list, word got out. It was Howard’s idea to turn this march into a week-long celebration. Also on this committee was L. Craig Schoonmaker, who had been arrested the previous year for talking to another male. He coined the term “Pride” for the slogan of the parade. (Note: L. Craig Schoonmaker was an INCREDIBLY problematic person, and discussing just how stupid that story is really deserves its own post – needless to say, I’m a little sad he’s the one who coined “Gay Pride” as the slogan.) This was the one and only contribution he had to the parade.

June 28, 1970: The first Parade, organized by Chicago Gay Liberation. The first parade was originally called the Christopher Street Liberation Day March, named after the street where Stonewall Inn was. These were different from the Annual Reminder marches, where those in the gay community “walk in an even line, wear professional clothing, and do not display affection for a partner of the same gender” (Waters, 1). “The march was 51 blocks long from west of Sixth Avenue at Waverly Place, in Greenwich Village, all the way to Sheep’s Meadow in Central Park, where activists held a “Gay-in.” Borrowing a technique that had been popularized by the Civil Rights Movement, the “Gay-in” was both a protest and a celebration.”

From there, there were more parades of course. But as promised, here’s all my research on Kink at Pride.

….

I would provide sources. I would share what I tried to look at for multiple hours tonight. But the fact of the matter is, this is the part where I got triggered, nearly threw up, and had to exit most tabs.

What I managed to find out: Yes, Kink has been a thing at Pride for a long time. I do not know the extent of this, but I do know at the very least (due to some image sourcing) that the 1980s saw men in leather that covered most of their skin (it was not inredibly revealing). I was incorrect about this fact, so shit on me I guess. Now, what all I saw was just… men in leather sometimes. I did NOT in fact see people on leashes, naked with only a bandana around their legs to hide genitals, or muzzles (as I have seen in modern-day prides). I saw people who took pride in being leather gays without doing strict sexual acts – costumes, not whipping their partners in broad daylight or walking them like dogs, which is sexually gratifying for the sub (which I have also seen at modern day prides).

Note: I have not personally been to a Pride parade, but I have seen pictures and videos of modern day prides showing these acts. For obvious reasons, I am not including them here.

The reason for the previous inclusion of kink in pride seems to have grown from the fact that, for many LGBT+ people, they are both kinky and LGBT+ in some way. I saw numerous sources talking about how being Kinky is just part of being LGBT, and how pride in being LGBT+ also means pride in being Kinky.

I deadass could not look at anymore sources because I am so physically nauseated by it, and reading about this (as I mentioned numerous times to every single person who DMed me tonight telling me to “Read fucking sources”) triggers me. But can’t stop getting screamed at unless I “do my research” right?? Joy of all joys.

So what do I think about getting rid of kink at Pride?

I still think we should move to phase it out.

Reasoning:

1.      The original people who thought up Pride were not the best. They thought up Pride through transphobic, sexist, radial feminist, insert-other-dated-views here. And I don’t blame them – it was the 1970s. But I feel that, by the 2020s, the idea of “Pride” should have changed. And it has! I saw that Ellen B. discussed how Pride had changed “Far” from what was originally intended in the interview with her (raising the entirely valid concerns that I agree with that Capitalism has too strong of a foothold in current pride). I just think that it should change more, to fit with what is currently needed.

2.      This leads to my next point: what is currently needed? Back in the 1970s, Gay Pride was about having pride in, well, sex. Pride was based so strongly in having sex with the same-sex, being deviant, being different. But that isn’t what Gay Pride is anymore, or at least, Gay Pride includes much more than just sex now. Pride is meant to be an inclusive place for all LGBT+ communities – including fucking asexuals. Like me. See, when researching all of this, I had a hell of a time, because I’m “damaged goods” so to speak. I’ve been hurt through sexual stuff in the past, and yes, that has probably influenced my asexuality. Am I against sex? No! I enjoy it! With my partner. And that’s basically it. Am I okay seeing sex stuff? Yes! Most of the time. On a consentual basis. Would I probably be okay seeing it at Pride? IDK Maybe? But it would spark bad memories, to the point that I would rather avoid Pride, avoid going to the Big Event™ that everyone always says You Have To Go To that would make me feel validated… than go to it. Because of Kink Gear. And I have had other people contact me tonight saying the same thing – they can’t go to Pride because you Kinksters. They can’t because of triggers, or the fact that it’s uncomfortable, or the fact that “well, my parents aren’t homophobic, but it’s too adult.”

3.      “Okay, so make a PG Space – we were here first.” “It’s not inclusive if Kink isn’t there.” “Children won’t even understand the kink in the first place.” Here’s my problem with all of this. Kink already has spaces, but PG spaces don’t exist in this much openness. See, I’ve always heard of kinky spaces. Expos, dungeons, etc. I’ve always heard of safe-spaces for kinky gays. Including Pride. But I rarely hear of PG Spaces for Gay People. I rarely hear of PG spaces at all. It’s hard to exist in this world without people making it about sex, so much so that I find myself often getting stuck in Children’s Fandoms, Children’s Spaces, because they’re the only spaces that haven’t been touched by sex stuff. So we need PG Spaces for Gay People - and yes, we COULD make a PG thing for gay people. I think that’s a great idea. I think a parade sounds nice. A PG Parade for Gay People!!! It sounds perfect, like a perfect solution ----- except now I’m not being Inclusive Enough.

We’ve wrapped around to my big problem with Kink at Pride. It always boils down to not being inclusive of Gay People. But the issue is… By keeping Kink at Pride, we aren’t being inclusive of a lot more people.

Banning Kink at Pride: We have gays, lesbians, trans folks, queer folks, people who still aren’t sure, allies, asexuals, aromantics, children, and yes, kinky people who are not wearing fetish gear. You can still come to pride and have pride in your sexuality. You have now excluded anyone who cannot stand to not wear leather/chains/leashes in a sexual manner for a few hours.

Keeping Kink at Pride: We have Kinky Gays, Kinky Lesbians, Kinky Trans Folks, Queer Trans Folks, People who aren’t sure but Are Kinky, Kinky Allies, a handful of Asexuals/Aros, please god don’t bring children, and kinky peope in fetish gear. You have now excluded anyone who is uncomfortable with sex, triggered by sex, or minors.

I assure you, the amount of people who are exluded keeping Pride Kinky is more than if you could just not be sexual for a few hours. Literally. I’m not saying Kink isn’t valid – fuck, dude, I’m kinky. But there is a reason sex isn’t meant to be public. Consent is important, and I’m shocked that people who insist they know about kinks and BDSM don’t understand that.

Pride has changed. In a lot of ways, not for the better, but in some ways, yes, for the better. It’s bigger, with more people, and more inclusiveness. But your idea of making a “PG Pride over there away from ours” --- well, where do you think we should? How can we do it without getting screamed at for not being inclusive? When can we do it without people screaming at us for “taking up too much time with being gay”? We already have a full month and a whole parade – and clearly everyone should be okay with the kinky shit that goes on.

My suggestion is this: Have Pride be PG, and have the Kinky Pride things isolated to Private Kink Party things that aren’t publicied on television because we don’t need people to know more about our sex lives – the majority of gay people just want to exist now. Those in 1970 needed to be loud, proud, and yes, openly kinky – but we don’t need that now. With keeping sex stuff private, you can still celebrate your Kinky Pride with all those who are capable of celebrating that Pride, while those who can’t, don’t need to be subjected to it. Because the fact of the matter is, Pride Parades are subjected to the eyes of the world – the most public thing you can have right now as a gay person. Subjecting people to nonconsentual kink is not the way to make people approve of sex work or kinky pride. It makes them rage against it. And I would rather be able to work for sex positivity through conversation and hard work, rather than alienating anyone who speaks against it (and those who speak for it).

 Some of the sources I used (not all - again, no kink sources here, because I closed all of them. I couldn’t handle it.)

http://www.phillygaypride.org/annual-reminders-50th-anniversary/

https://www.nbcnews.com/feature/nbc-out/lgbtq-history-month-road-america-s-first-gay-pride-march-n917096

https://www.history.com/topics/gay-rights/the-stonewall-riots

https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/when-was-first-gay-pride-parade-origin

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/first-pride-marches-photos-1-180972379/

https://greenwichvillage.nyc/blog/2019/06/13/remembering-craig-rodwell/

https://phaylen.medium.com/stonewall-vet-fred-sargeant-attempts-to-erase-black-trans-activists-from-history-2e82ac59e96f

https://addressesproject.com/memory/ellen-broidy

https://www.them.us/story/brenda-howard

https://talbertario.medium.com/pride-and-prejudice-the-craig-schoonmaker-story-122c8a4c1339

https://www.history.com/news/how-activists-plotted-the-first-gay-pride-parades

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marsha_P._Johnson

 One last thought, after the sources, because I work in Analogy the best:

Imagine this amazing bakery. This bakery sells a lot of cakes: chocolate cakes, strawberry ones, blueberry ones. This bakery gets national press coverage. Now, from day one, this bakery has used gluten in every single cake. It’s a time honored tradition! And every single Cake Eater goes to this bakery. It becomes a rite of passage, to the point that some people even say “You aren’t really a cake eater if you haven’t gone to this bakery.”

But as the bakery gets more and more popular, people start saying “Hey. We need some gluten free cakes too. Can you please keep the gluten away from our cakes?”

“NO!!! If you want gluten free, go somewhere else!”

“But everyone else only has gluten cakes. Even when they say they’re gluten free, they still bake other gluten cakes. Please, we know how to make the gluten free cakes taste just the same as gluten cakes – we’re only getting rid of the one thing. It’ll be taste almost exactly the same, and you can make those other cakes, so long as they don’t touch our cake. You can still enjoy your cakes. We just ask that we can enjoy ours.”

“NO! Go make your own then!”

“But… This is the bakery with the most famous cakes. We could always make our own, but the world will never know about it, because YOU’RE the biggest bakery in the world. And of those few who have tried, they’ve been yelled at for not using gluten because they aren’t inclusive. We wanted to be able to enjoy cake with everyone else – we just need our cake to be a little different.”

“If I make YOU Gluten Free cakes, that means the Gluten won’t be included!”

“That’s the point – gluten is bad for us. If we have gluten near us, it will actively hurt us.”

“No. This is a gluten bakery only. We refuse to change.”

And so, those who were going to enjoy the cakes there – who wanted to enjoy the cakes there – couldn’t. And even those who would try to make their own gluten-free cakes were overshadowed by the behemoth that was the gluten bakery.

That is how this entire night has felt.

Night, y’all.

[cornerstorebitch]

weird and rude questions i've been wanting your opinion on; sorry in advance

1) what is comphet actually? before hearing how people used the term i would have thought (two examples from lesbians i know irl) either a) 100% attracted to women and literally ends a friendship if a guy makes a move yet feels the need to go on about how male celebrities or even men we know are hot or b) uses strap on won't let me drive even when we travelled overnight and it would have been easier to switch uh i'm failing for examples but basically her personality is extremely male; granted she's mostly converting women who have until her dated men; most of it is natural but sometimes she's just going out of her way to not be too lesbian or be more like a guy for women she's attracted to, for instance taking over and managing every single thing (granted most people are stupid and perform badly but still, you don't always need to point out when people are idiots bc they will feel bad and start blubbering and it's unsightly, plus unfortunately in this world 90% of things don't need to be done well). it's not like she's unrealistic in any way, she's even far too smart to be deeply self-loathing but, i mean i'm not too sensitive to people but i can tell when people are twisting themselves around yk? so if she makes additional effort it's painful for me too; actual men are already pathetic crybabies next to her so she doesn't need to do anything extra (and there are plenty of people who would still hang out w her even if she went 'feral', only taking care of her own needs and doing whatever she wanted)

that was very rambling but do you see what i mean? gender roles can be an amusing reflection but can't they also become a prison if the person running things isn't attuned to their own desires? like you've probably pointed out before, it's female training to be overly concerned with how things look

or perhaps i'm just extravagantly egoistic and not house-trained enouhg to make time w other people

2) do you think life is marginally easier for straight women or is being female just uniformly crap

compulsory heterosexuality in its original conception describes the political lesbian mindset that all women regardless of sexual orientation will feel compelled to be in heterosexual relationships due to societal pressure. the extension of this perspective is that women should choose to be with other women regardless of this. for those you keeping score at home this is dumb as shit for several reasons including 1) gay people (yes, including women) have always lived lives separate from heterosexuality. not all gay people everywhere ever but no matter the time period, no matter the region, there will ALWAYS be gay people who never marry, never have straight sex, never have kids; bc ultimately no amount of societal pressure (even of the extreme variety) will ever make a gay person want to be in a straight relationship. 2) we have a phrase for what causes gay men and women to remain closeted in an unhappy straight relationship: internalized homophobia. (combined with external danger in some cases) but this phrase doesnt allow people to handwave away their bisexuality or convince other people to do the same so its unpopular.

as for your friend i dont see why you assume shes got some sort of masculine affectation instead of just being sort of overbearing lol but i dont know her. i do think the sort of behavior policing that goes along with Gender Identity is pretty inherently feminine

as for your last question i frankly do think it probably sucks more to be a straight woman. being female is sort of a state of looming humiliation anyway i sincerely cant imagine what its like for women attracted to men.

[vampish-glamour]

There are many issues with all this but one thing I cannot understand is why people like him in the video brag that their strap on can vibrate or whatever so is better than a real penis... do they not realise you can literally have both, gay men are perfectly capable of using a vibrator if they want lmao it always just strikes me as such an odd thing to say literally anyone can buy these sex toys

I agree!!! It’s really weird when they’re like “lol my fake penis is better than your real penis” and then go on to complain about real penises.

Because first of all... ever think that everything that makes a real penis different than a fake one is why the two are different, and why somebody may prefer a real one?

And as you said, anybody can go to the store and get the exact same thing, down to the brand and model that these people have. It’s not special. At this point they sound like the assholes who brag about their size.

It’s just a weird thing to say. I think it might be a way to heal self esteem issues, or to make themselves feel better about not having a biological penis... which I completely understand. But keep that logic to yourself, don’t push it on others as a reason for them to sleep with you instead of somebody else.

(And as I said countless times, I get pissed off about this sort of thing because it reminds me of “lesbians should like real dick if they like fake dicks”. I sound like a broken record repeating this, but I can’t stress enough how disgustingly homophobic this logic can get).

[vintage-story-time]

Her Mother's Lover

Chapter 2

Surprisingly, she slept quite late the next morning. When she had

finally showered and dressed, she found her parents were practically

through with their breakfast.

"Hello, sleepy-head," her father greeted her as she sat down at the

table. "How does it feel to sleep in your own bed again?"

"Nothing like it," she answered. "That's another reason I don't want to

go back to school, I'm too comfortable here."

"I think you're grownup enough to come to the party tonight," Minna said

looking appraisingly at her daughter. "It's just going to be some of

father's business friends, and mine too, nothing big."

"That's right," her father chimed in, "and if you need a dress you can

use the family charge account at Saks or Altman's as usual."

"Oh mother," Charisse said happily, "that sounds just too groovy, but I

guess I'm going to surprise both of you . . . I mean I'm still so tired

for some reason, I'd just as soon pass up the party and get to bed

early!"

"All right, dear," her mother said with a rather surprised look. "But I

do want you to get out today and get some fresh air, you look a little

pale to me."

"I intend to mother. I'm going to take a long walk in the park, say

hello to my favorite seals in the zoo, and just read on a bench until

it's time for dinner."

"I wish I didn't have that concert to rehearse for - I'd keep you

company darling. It sounds like a lovely, lazy sort of day that I

haven't had for ages." -

Charisse spent the day in Central Park, as she had planned. She departed

from her plans in one respect. She went to the Metropolitan Museum of

Art and viewed again their wonderful sculptures - her favorite still

being the nude Venus Aphrodite, rising from the surf in all her feminine

glory. She wondered why the statues of the naked goddesses held her

interest so much more than the statues of the naked men, which after all

showed every detail of the male sexual organs.

When she came home, she could hear her mother talking to someone on the

phone. Carefully lifting the extension phone in the kitchen, she

listened. Her mother was talking to a man with a deep virile voice,

someone who was a stranger to Charisse.

She heard her say, "There's this damned party of Charlie's tonight . . .

but maybe we'll be able to see each other anyway if I can get out of the

house with some kind of an excuse . . . "

"That would be wonderful, darling. But if you can't make it, we'll see

each other tomorrow night at my place."

"That's a date, dear," Minna laughed in her rich contralto and then hung

up.

Charisse replaced the receiver and thought to herself why Minna should

he making evening dates with the possessor of the virile baritone voice.

Could there possibly have been anything to those monstrous articles in

the scrap-books? Well, it was probably a business appointment, even if

it all did sound very sexy. It was out of the question to Charisse that

her adored mother would seriously play around with, or give her body to

a mere man . . .

She took a shower which had the effect of stimulating and refreshing her

body to the point where she felt ready to take on anything. Going into

the kitchen, she fixed herself a salad and some milk and cake and took

it up to her bedroom, determined to just listen to some good music and

then go to sleep early.

But sleep was out of the question for her as she began to hear the

slamming of doors and the bustling noises of the evening's party guests

arriving. There really weren't more than seven or eight people at the

party, but as the drinks began to take effect they were soon making

enough noise for a regiment. Wondering what was really causing all the

commotion, Charisse opened the door of her bedroom a bit and peeked out.

There was the usual drinking, small talk and boozy laughter going on in

the living-room. Everyone had already had dinner. Her mother was in the

hallway, diagonally across from her bedroom, talking to Jack Lennard, a

mature, rather thickset sort of man. He had been a friend of the

Mantells for years and Charisse remembered him with feelings of

distaste.

For one thing, ever since she had been thirteen, he had always been

feeling her up whenever he visited the house. He would put his hand on

her asscheeks and sensuously slide it up and down, his palms or his

elbows were always sort of moving up and down over her budding titties.

He made it all seem like some kind of accident, but Charisse knew that

he really meant it. If he had the nerve to boldly feel her sex organs

the way he did when her father and mother were in the apartment, she

wondered what would happen if they were out. She was glad that he had

never happened upon her when she was alone in the apartment. She felt he

would have raped her without the slightest hesitation. She really didn't

care much about Jack Lennard.

She felt the same way about his wife Cora Lennard, who was an attractive

brunette of about thirty-five with a voluptuous well- preserved body.

Her face was always faultlessly made up, even if it was a bit too heavy

on the mascara and lipstick. What Charisse disliked about Cora was her

constant air of supercilious sophistication and snobbishness. She

affected a kind of super-cool which she let you know in a subtle way

that nothing could break down.

Her mother and Cora were deep in conversation in the hallway near her

bedroom. As she strained to catch some of their "woman- talk" she was

surprised to see Cora press against her mother's body. One of her hands

descended to Minna's lush asscheek and fondled it, while the other was

actually grasping one of her mother's breasts - and squeezing it! Her

mother surprised her by covering Cora's hand on her breast with her own,

and smilingly removing Cora's hand from her ass, she whispered something

to her. Cora's wide mouth opened wider, her red lips emphasizing her big

white teeth. Amazed, Charisse watched her mother lead Cora into her

bedroom. Her curiosity overcoming her surprise, Charisse tiptoed to the

door of her mother's bedroom. The door was closed, but light was

streaming through the large keyhole of the door. Charisse knew from

secretly watching her mother undress and give herself beauty treatments

before retiring that the keyhole afforded a complete view of the room if

a light was on. There was a moment of guilty hesitation for her, and

then she gasped as she placed her eye to the keyhole. Maybe all those

gossip columns and nasty remarks had something to them! Maybe where

there was so much smoke there was also a little fire!

She tried hard to understand what she was seeing and even hearing

through the door. There was her mother lying back on the bed, her

expensive silk evening dress with its skirt tucked up to her waist. Her

beautiful legs were clad in sheer nylons, but she was wearing no girdle,

the stockings were rolled. And she was wearing no panties either! The

sight of her mother's alabaster white hips, her exposed reddish bush

hair and moist, pink cuntlips shocked her.

Hypnotized by the unusual sight she heard her mother laugh and say,

"You'll have to make this one a quickie, Cora darling. If we stay up

here too long, they'll miss us both in the living room!"

"You know I'm an artist and don't like to be rushed, Minna. Is Mr. Dildo

still in your third dresser drawer, under you slips?"

Apparently it was, because she saw Cora go to the drawer and take out a

peculiar looking harness - it looked just like a garter- belt with a

huge red knockwurst hanging from it. She saw Cora lift up her dress,

remove it and after taking off her slip and panties, she strapped on the

object she had called Mr. Dildo. Now Charisse recognized it for what it

was, a huge imitation red rubber male sex-organ, complete down to the

two testicles dangling from it.

"Take off your bra, Minna," she heard Cora say, breathing heavily. "You

know I like to feel them!"

As her mother removed her bra, she saw her lush white tits and their

huge pinkly erect nipples completely exposed to Cora's questing hands.

Cora began to knead them and she could see her mother's nipples

stiffening and erecting under the kneading and caressing of her titties.

She saw her mother spread her legs, her mouth forming an anguished

invitation. Cora leaned forward between her mother's legs and with a

grunt of triumph she shoved the dildo completely up into Minna's moist

vagina.

As Cora began to slide the huge rubber penis in and out of her mother's

pussy, she could hear her mother's gasps of pleasure. Then Cora's

movements became more violent and she could actually hear the threshing

of the two women's bodies. Her mother began to moan as if she were in

some kind of pain, while Cora's breathing sounded as if she were running

a race.

Suddenly she heard her mother whisper urgently, "Oh, Cora darling, shove

it all the way up my hole . . . ah . . . all the way up . . . I want to

feel those red balls slapping up against my cunt!"

Charisse knew that what she was seeing was a sex act, she had enough

lectures in hygiene at school to know that.

But she had only heard vaguely that women were sometimes lovers and that

it was a very immoral thing called Lesbianism that just didn't happen

among nice people. Yet here was her own mother being sexually entered by

a woman-friend! It was unbelievable and yet it was happening in front of

her very eyes. She had tried to imagine what having a man push his thing

into her cunny would be like, she knew that when you lost your "cherry"

it was supposed to hurt and that you bled from there for awhile. But

this sounded as if her mother were actually enjoying the big red prick

that Cora was shoving in and out of her vagina with savage rhythm.

"It's all the way up now . . . oh . . . keep ramming that prick up my

cunt . . . I just love it, darling . . . oohh . . . "

She was fascinated as she watched Cora fucking her mother. They were

hopelessly enmeshed in the sex act now, moaning and gasping as if

nearing the end of a grueling race. She knew she was watching something

forbidden and terribly immoral - who could ever imagine such a thing

between her adored mother and that loud brassy Cora Lennard!"

"How does Mr. Dildo feel?" she heard Cora ask her mother. "Is he far

enough up your wonderful cunt?"

"Yes, yes Cora, you're tickling my uterus right now - you can't go any

further. I just love the way you fuck me! You beat any man!"

She saw Cora's solid thighs, and the red dildo going in and out, faster

and faster up her mother's cunt. The whole thing was so exciting that

she began to have a funny feeling in her own cunny. She touched her

panties and felt that her crotch was all wet . . .

She still wondered how her mother could let a crude woman like Cora do

such an intimate thing to her. Wasn't her father the only one with the

right to put his prick into her mother's cunt?

Now their two bodies began to thresh up and down even more violently on

the bed. Charisse felt herself getting hotter and wetter in her crotch

as she watched.

"Screw me babe, screw me all the way!" she heard her mother practically

shriek. Charisse was aroused and bursting with curiosity about the

sensation that could produce this abandoned reaction in her mother's

body.

Unconsciously Charisse's hand crept down to her crotch and felt the

cloth saturated with hot seepings from her cunny. She worked her fingers

under the material and began to finger her pussy-lips, like she did when

she was bathing, or late at night when she couldn't sleep. As she

watched Cora's white asscheeks rising and falling, her finger began

working with the same rhythm in her own cunt.

Faster and faster the huge, red dildo, glistening now with her mother's

cunt-juice, rammed in and out of Minna's bushy twat. Charisse worked her

own fingers faster and faster on that specially sensitive spot, high

between her cuntlips.

"I'm coming, Cora, please fuck faster, I'm coming so good, Cora doll . .

. all the way up now!" her mother practically wailed.

"I'm going to shoot right up your hole baby!" Cora gasped. She squeezed

the big red testicles of the dildo and then almost screamed triumphantly

- "I've come, you bitch! I've come and shot a hot load in you! Doesn't

that feel good?"

Amazed, Charisse saw a white milky fluid seep from her mother's pussy as

they both quivered and contorted in the throes of their orgasm

Apparently, squeezing the balls of the dildo had ejaculated the white,

milky fluid into her mother's still twitching pussy.

Still crouching at the keyhole she knew she must leave now that the

immoral frenzy she had just seen was over. It would be terrible if they

discovered her at the door!

"Let's get back to the party, Cora dear," she heard her mother

whispering.

"O.K., just let me feel those darling tits of yours once more - and then

off we go to those damned squares outside!"

As she saw Cora mouth her mother's naked nipples, she turned away from

the door, straightened up and walked tensely into her bedroom. Confused

thoughts were struggling with the scene she had just witnessed. Her

mother, her idol, the strong beautiful woman she worshipped had just

engaged in an act with another woman which most people would deem

obscene. And yet, in spite of the evidence of her own eyes, Charisse

knew that her mother was good - and honest. No matter what a million

gossip sheets might say, she knew that her own mother could never do

anything basically wrong. She still was absent-mindedly fingering her

wet crotch, and as she thought of what she had just seen, she pulled her

panties down her legs. Without the thin material in the way, she began

to work her fingers up and down between her cuntlips. The warm feeling

in her pussy began to spread, and just as she thought of how her mother

and Cora had shrieked their comes, her cunt began to twitch violently.

Even though she had masturbated before, Charisse had never come like

this. Cunt-juice just seemed to ooze from her as she moaned in the

throes of the most intense come of her young life.

"Oh mother, mother, how could you," Charisse whispered to herself as her

come came to an end. Feeling her wet pussy, with cunt-juice actually

dribbling down her legs, she decided to take a shower and then go to

bed.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, she noticed that her mother's bedroom door

was wide open; apparently Cora and Minna had rejoined the others. The

alcoholic gaiety of the party was still going on, but as she passed the

door to her father's bedroom, she stopped at the sound of his voice.

What was he doing in his bedroom while his guests were partying?

Someone answered her father and it sounded like a woman's voice. Her

curiosity was aroused, and boldly she bent down to the keyhole of her

father's room. Surely her father wasn't cheating on Minna and frigging a

woman guest from the party! Her father was nice, but really such a

weakling - she couldn't see him being aggressive enough to shove his

thing between a strange woman's legs. He probably only did it with

mother because she let him! So what on earth was happening? Who was

really cheating and being cheated on?

The sight that met Charisse's eyes this time astounded her. Her father

was lying back on the bed, his pants and underwear completely off. There

was a completely naked blonde girl on the bed with him, with wide supple

hips, generously curved breasts and a mouth that looked like a painted

red gash.

"You're warming me up Charlie," the girl was saying to her father. "Just

a little more of that . . . huh, sugar . . . "she wheedled.

Charisse was glued to the keyhole. A little more of what, she wondered.

And then she knew. The blonde had been sitting on her father's chest,

legs astride and facing him. Suddenly, she shifted her position forward

and opening her legs wider, she seemed to sit down on her father's

mouth. Her father began to move rhythmically as the girl's cuntlips and

his lips seemed to meet in a sucking, writhing contract

"Oh, you bastard," the girl gasped, you've got your goddamn tongue right

on my clitty and I'm coming, I'm coming!" . . . her wail trailed off as

her torso performed a series of shuddering contortions, her pussy still

being sucked by her father's lips.

As her father worked his face from between the girl's legs, he smirked

and said, "Turn about fair play, honey!"

Shifting her position the girl kneeled over her father's middle and then

she saw her grasp her father's penis.

"My but Daddy's got a bigger prick than I expected," she said to

herself.

She had never seen anything that thick or stiff in her life. The head of

it was deep-pink and throbbed like a living thing. As the blonde's big

wet lips closed over her father's cock, she heard him say, "Now give me

a real good blow job, Sheila. After all, if you want a part in one of my

TV shows, just consider this an audition . . . "

He said nothing more as Sheila's mouth sucked up and down his huge,

stiff shaft. All he could do, apparently, was to moan encouragingly as

the girl's cocksucking pace increased.

Charisse watched his glistening, tremendous cock with a feeling of awe.

She never would have dreamt that a mild-mannered man like her father

could be the possessor of such a virile dick. Maybe there was a good

reason that mother had married him after all. She hadn't seen any cocks

to speak of, except on statues or in text-books, but her father had a

cock you had to respect.

Suddenly, her father pushed the blonde girl's head away from his penis.

"I want to shoot in your twat!" she heard him say coarsely.

Again she gazed at his tremendous penis. It seemed to be at least nine

inches long, with the head looking like a big oval vibrator as it

quivered and glistened with Sheila's saliva on it. Her father's

testicles matched his cock, looking like two huge tomatoes covered with

hair.

Her father turned abruptly, and as the blonde Sheila spread her legs, he

thrust his penis into her pink, golden-bushed pussy. Sheila gasped as

his cock rammed completely up her vagina.

"Give it to me Charlie, shove it all the way up my twat!" Sheila moaned

as he started to fuck her in earnest, his cock ramming in and out of her

wet cunt with a steadily increasing rhythm.

The sight of a real cock, instead of a dildo, seemed to excite Charisse

even more as she watched the frigging, tossing bodies on the bed. She

wasn't wearing her panties, and she could feel the hot wet juice from

her pussy starting to dribble down between her legs, as she watched

Sheila being fucked by her father.

Charles Mantell, TV producer was thoroughly enjoying the frigging

"audition" he was giving the voluptuous young actress. He edged up and

spread her legs wider, so that his dong could plunge more deeply into

her moist, pink cunt.

Charisse felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw that huge stiff prick of

her father's going in and out of the blonde's cunt. If her father's cock

could give such pleasure to another woman, why was her mother allowing

her vagina to be invaded by a rubber dildo? Sheila's hips began to

writhe and twitch under the steady ramming of her father's cock. As

Sheila threshed from side to side, Charisse sensed that her orgasm

wasn't far off.

Unconsciously her hand dropped down to her own drooling pussy, and for

the second time that night Charisse began to keep time to a hump rhythm

with her fingers in her cunt. Her own pussy's excitement mounted as she

watched Sheila's heightening passion under the onslaught of her father's

dick.

She dreaded being caught spying through the keyhole, and masturbating

her own cunny at the same time . . . what was happening to her. And yet,

fascinated by her father's pistoning cock sliding in and out of Sheila's

blonde-bushed twat, she couldn't tear herself away.

"Give me your cock . . . ram it in up to Your balls, Charlie . . fuck me

. . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . ." Sheila pleaded as she felt her

orgasm welling up within her vagina.

"I'm going to shoot my load . . . shoot my scum into that blonde cunt of

yours . . . " Charles Mantell groaned as he rammed his cock so deeply

into the blonde's cunt, that his balls literally slapped against her

cuntlips.

"Oh God . . . you're making me come, you're making me come Charlie . . .

shoot, shoot your goddamn load all the way up my cunt," the writhing

blonde literally shrieked as her lovely torso contorted into a come of

staggering proportions. Charisse could see the lips of her cunt

practically curling and sucking around her father's jerking cock.

"I feel your hot cum in me," the blonde sobbed, "Oh, shoot all that

sweet ball-juice to me, daddy, I'm gonna milk it to the last drop.

Her father moaned and now he was pumping his penis in and out

erratically - holding it in for many seconds, and then thrusting

convulsively into Sheila's pussy.

"I'm coming, too! I'm coming, too!" her father groaned as his arms

closed around Sheila's convulsing torso. Then, "Milk that cock, baby,

get the last drop out into that sweet pussy . . . "

Charisse kept watching them, her hand still between her cuntlips, her

finger lightly moving on her clitoris. Then she remembered she had been

on the way to the bathroom to wipe her pussy and continued to the

toilet.

She looked in the mirror and noticed that her face was flushed. She just

couldn't take her finger away from her clitty, and as she played with

it, her yearning, indefinable sensation built up more and more within

her. She knew she was on the brink of coming and stopped for a moment to

savor the sensation in her cunt . . to prolong it just as much as she

could.

For some reason, visions of Cora, the dildo ramming in and out of her

mother's pussy seemed to dominate her mind.

"I'll bet that dildo feels better than a man's thing . . . mother must

know best!" she murmured to herself as she began her autoerotic cunt and

clitoris massage once again.

She wondered why her mother was always foremost in her mind. Her mother

was definitely the strong, decisive person in her parents marriage. Dad

was a nice man, in a mild, namby-pamby sort of way. But Minna Mantell,

the singing star, overflowing with life, vitality and a positive

personality, was Charisse's ideal. She could feel much more, was

actually always closer to her mother than her father. In a sense, that

was one of the reasons she had impetuously run away from school.

If her mother would only make Charisse her private secretary- companion,

that would be career enough for her. And, in this fixation on her

mother, she realized that she was different from the other girls in

school who mostly bragged and talked about their fathers.

She had an idea she turned to her mother, because her mother somehow

seemed to be a stronger haven of security.

She put her hand back on her vagina and parting the wet lips with her

forefinger, she let it play on her stiff clitoris once again. The

hygiene teacher had warned all the girls against masturbation, but how

could something that felt this good be bad?

As she kept playing with her clitoris and her finger got wet, she

fancied that it was Cora's dildo that was going into her hot pussy. But

it wasn't Cora who was wearing the dildo, it was her mother Minna,

gently shoving the rubber prick between her cuntlips.

She came so suddenly and so strongly, that for a moment she thought her

body was actually going into convulsions. There was a veritable gush of

cunt-juice on her hand, her inner thighs, drops of it on the floor as

her cunt spasmed in the most shattering come she had ever experienced.

"Oh my God," she said to herself as the waves of the intense orgasm

began to recede . . . " If I can feel this way by just masturbating

after seeing people fucking, what will the real thing be like."

"Probably blow my mind!" she giggled to herself as she carefully washed

her pussy, dried herself off and left for her bedroom.

[iberico-long-pork]

Hannibal role reversal au + serial killer Will au picks

Sleeping in the knife drawer - emungere Rating: T, Wordcount: 2.9K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Agent Lecter, Doctor Graham, Serial killer Will Plot: Hannibal is sent by Jack to recruit Will as an advisor. It takes persuading. Sample:

“You don’t use the space,” he said.

“I don’t use most of the house. How much space does one person really need?”

“Usually one’s life expands to fill the space that contains it. Unto overflowing, in some cases.”

Will walked to the window and cleared away a mass of cobwebs with his hand. 

“I’ve expanded as much as I’m likely to,” he said.

“You’ve contracted. Away from your practice in the city. Alone out here. Alana said she was the only person whom you see regularly.”

“Most people don’t like me.” Will grinned, sharp-edged and bright as a knife blade. “No idea why.”

“Do you offer to show all of them your attic?”

“No. Maybe you’re just special.”

// Spectacular dialogue, light read

Watch Your Back (There’s a New Killer in Town) - OneWhoSitsWithTurtles Rating: E, Wordcount: 73.8K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Agent Lecter, Doctor Graham, Serial killer Will, sub Hannibal, Dom Will Warnings: Exhibitionism, Knife play Sex: Versatile, mostly dom Will sub Hannibal Plot: Hannibal is sent for a psyche eval to Doctor Graham. Will decides to court him. And teach him that killing is okay. Sample: "Hannibal," Will spoke softly, drawing Hannibal's gaze back to him. Hannibal watched him as Will took a carving knife and cut a small slice of the roast off the end. Will speared the seasoned meat onto a fork and presented it to Hannibal, who balked.

"What do you fear?"

Hannibal swallowed, eyes flickering between Will's face and the meat.

"That I'll like it."

Will held the fork aside and cupped the back of Hannibal's neck with his other hand, bringing him in for a kiss. Hannibal kissed him back but his uncertainty soured the brush of their lips and Will asked, "What else?"

Hannibal looked away but Will turned his face forward again with a hinting touch to his jaw. Hannibal swallowed.

"That if I don't, you won't want me anymore."

// Amazing dom/sub relationship, good writing, good pace

Coping Mechanism - Cinnamaldeide Rating: T Wordcout: 1K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Agent Lecter (past as doctor), Doctor Graham (past as officer), Serial Killer Will Plot: Before their scheduled appointment, Special Agent Lecter and Doctor Graham share a cigarette and some friendly considerations. Sample:

He admitted his own addiction when he noticed he had a favourite brand. An indulgence Hannibal found soothing after having pursued dangerous murderers and sensitive psychopaths. Certainly not as satisfying after an amorous encounter, as was often believed. He had taken to smoke before his appointments with his psychiatrists instead, which shouldn’t have been such an easy association.

“I thought doctors were supposed to know better,” a voice distracted Hannibal from his long inhales, fume rising above his head in a slow, languorous ascent. “Don’t you know how it tarnishes your lungs?” his therapist needled, arms crossed on his chest and shoulder loosely resting on the wall. Their appointment was scheduled in a few minutes, but Mr. Graham was an observant man, knew where to find him. Knew aiming at Hannibal’s pride often proved effective.

“You know doctors are notorious for not following their own advices,” Hannibal answered, puffing a fine line of grey, volatile smoke away from him. “It prepares me for our encounters,” he offered, curious to see how Dr. Graham would process that information.

// Pleasantly slow and casually sensual. Like a breather scene in a movie.

Identically Different AU - Pragnificent Rating: E Wordcout: 243K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Agent Lecter, Doctor Graham, Serial Killer Will Warnings: Past child sexual abuse, Trauma Sex: Versatile Plot: Doctor Graham plans to influence his new fascinating not-really-patient, Agent Lecter. When Will befriends the prickly agent and invites him to dinner, he doesn’t expect him to recognise the taste of the meat he served. And that’s only the beginning. Sample:

“I’ve seen setups like this before,” Hannibal says, his mouth feeling as though it has been stuffed with cotton, “though this is the first one with feather pillows.”

“Your comfort is important to me, Hannibal.”

Hannibal doesn’t justify that with a response.

He looks around the basement. A half-empty bottle of bourbon and two snifter glasses sit on the small table next to Will. On the other end of the basement, metal tools hang from a pegboard on the wall, gleaming dangerously, and in the corner there is a large stainless steel work table with two meat hooks hanging near it.

Hannibal works on accepting what all of this means without letting it frighten him. He tries to draw on the colder version of himself, the one that kept his feelings on lockdown and didn’t worry about Will or Will’s approval.

“I meant to take things much more slowly,” Will says, and it’s hard to know if he should credit the note of apology in his voice. “But I wasn’t expecting dinner to be the thing to give me away. Hannibal, there’s something important that you haven’t been sharing in your sessions, isn’t there?”

// HEED WARNINGS (It’s not properly listed in the fic tags). Fascinating but dangerous series. Long fic.

sweet awakening - Romennium Rating: T Wordcout: 612 Tags: Role Reversal AU, Doctor Lecter, Serial Killer Will Plot: Hannibal has been getting too close to catching the prolific serial killer. Will decides to visit him in the middle of the night. Sample:

Hannibal woke up abruptly, heart in his throat. His poor organ doubled his pace in the moment his not-yet awake brain realized that his body couldn’t move. Someone was sitting astride him, completely blocking his chest and his arms.

Hannibal moved, trying to dislodge the body above him, but his attempt didn’t do anything but make the weight of the intruder press into him even more and the hand shutting his mouth moved to partially close his nose as well.

In a millisecond the air to his lungs diminished drastically and panic grew, making him believe he was suffocating. A rational part of him, but completely overwhelmed by fear, told him he wasn’t suffocating, but his lungs seemed to burn and the air, there was no air and his sight-

“Sh, sh, Doctor Lecter,” a calm and reassuring voice whispered into his ear, “calm down, Doctor.”

The hand moved away from his nose and Hannibal tried to take a deep breath.

“Yes, Doctor, that’s good, breathe, everything is okay,”

// Very short and spicy. Snack fic.

Raw Material - RubyBakeneko Rating: E, Wordcount: 3K Tags: Role Reversal AU, Doctor Lecter, Agent Graham, Serial killer Will Sex: Top Will, Bottom Antony Dimmond Plot: Betrayed by his psychiatrist, serial killer Will Graham escapes to Italy. There, he reflects on the nature of his relationship with Hannibal, and he meets someone who provides him with an opportunity to work through some of his issues. Sample:

Will misses him terribly and without respite, the weight of his heartache a miserable fury that makes him feel ill. He imagines they are together in bed, that he is pressed up against the heat of Hannibal’s back with a possessive arm draped around his shoulder. He dominates Will’s dreams, which are by turn so luridly explicit that he comes in his sleep and so painfully romantic that he wakes in tears.

Hannibal has survived Will, the way few have done before him. He might arrive in Italy any day now, to kill Will or to kiss him. His heart races at the thought of either.

He silently dares Hannibal to find him. I’m here. Come and get me. // Poor Antony, I hoestly really love that character. Light read

+++ ( ‘Hannibal is Hannibal’ fics)

Wolfman - Cadaverish Rating: E, Wordcount: 38K Tags: Canon Divergence, Serial killer Will, Serial killer Hannibal Sex: versatile Plot: The Biloxi Wolfman has a crush on The Chesapeake Ripper. Hannibal doesn’t know that. But he does have an interest in Will Graham. (In which Hannibal wastes time trying to bring Will to the dark side when Will already has lower moral standards than Hannibal) Sample:

Gideon has paused obligingly to peer out the window set into the front door, likely checking for police sirens or curious neighbors, but all it really accomplishes is giving Will the chance to take several long strides, closing the distance between himself and Gideon. He allows his last step to connect loudly with the hardwood floor and Gideon starts, turning around to look at him. 

“Special Agent Graham,” he drawls and Will gives him a grin that has nothing human behind it.

// Tfw Hannibal actually has higher moral standards than Will OvO

Astronomical odds - xzombiexkittenx Rating: M, Wordcount: 2.5K Tags: Pre-Season AU, Serial killer Will, Serial killer Hannibal Sex: Mutual handjob Plot: Based on the joke: ‘ Picked up a hitchhiker last night. He said, “Thanks! how do you know I’m not a serial killer though?” I replied, “The chances of two serial killers being in the same car are astronomical.” ‘ Sample:

There’s a knife strapped to his ankle, a loaded gun in his bag, and he’s not above using his teeth if he has to. He also has mace. He met a nice butch lesbian truck driver who picked him up off Interstate 20, drove him as far as Abilene, bought him dinner, and insisted on giving him her mace. She’d been so worried about him and his ‘pretty face.’”

“Honey,” she’d said, over burgers and shitty diner coffee, “girls like you find trouble without even looking. Take it for my peace of mind.”

He’d realized she thought he was a sex worker. Will hadn’t tried to change her opinion of him. No one was looking for a serial truck stop male prostitute. He’d run that angle for a while, down in Louisiana, but it was too much trouble. The clothing was hard to hunt in, and he didn’t like men pawing at him while he got them to the secondary location.

He wonders if Hannibal thinks he’s a sex worker. Hannibal has nicely manicured nails, strong-looking hands, and fantastic arms. Will’s not sure he’d complain if Hannibal made a move on him. He hasn’t decided if he wants to kill Hannibal or not but on balance he also hasn’t decided if he wants to try for a roadside quickie or not.

// Honestly hilarious. They make inside jokes thinking the other’s not getting it, and run into each other at a body dumping site. Light fun read.

[positivityforlesbians]

Hi I know a lot of stone butches who refer to their strap as a cock or a dick. And while it’s 100% ok to not prefer that for yourself, it doesn’t mean that if a lesbian refers to it as that, that she’s not a lesbian. Tbh I think it’s a bit invasive to even try and control that? I’m a goldstar lesbian & sometimes I refer to my gfs strap as a dick bc in the moment it just fits idk. It doesn’t mean I like real penis & It definitely does not invalidate my lesbianism!! It’s rlly not that deep!

(This refers to a post I made maybe two weeks ago about how if you write lesbian posts then don’t use words “cocks” and synonyms in it, none of us like that and it’s specifically something we don’t want during sex).

So, to answer you, I was talking about the women who receive and talk about strap-ons as if they were penises : either they’re not lesbians or they are struggling with deep internalised lesbophobia. Strap-ons are strap-ons, it’s as simple as that. Even stone butches who talk about them as if they were penises are having internalised lesbophobia.

The men and women who are lesbophobic are already saying that straps are penises, which is not only incorrect but also a tactic they use in order to then say “so why don’t you get with the real thing then ?” so really, you’re not doing lesbians a favour by equating a piece of silicon that can looks purple, green, blue, etc, to some warm veiny flesh stick that sends goo, probably stinks and absolutely looks like Mother Nature made a terrible mistake. If one really cannot help herself because the internalised lesbophobia is too strong and she doesn’t see a problem with it then she should at least refrain to tag post like that with anything lesbian related. Lesbian sex is between women, sometimes there is a strap-on, it’s not complicated to call it that. Xx

[jcyfulmess]

TIBETTE

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GENERAL :

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? Ohhhh, forever ? is it good for you enough ? 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? At first sight. 

How was their first kiss? Bette initiated it. And she never imagined how addicted she’d be to Tina’s lips for the rest of her life. 

WEDDING :

Who proposed ? Bette fucking Porter. First, in LA, after a good fuck, she said she wanted to marry Tina. & then obviously, she made an official proposal later right before they left for NYC. This was so important for Bette, we cry

Who is the best man/men ? Ohh Kit Porter ! Bette’s older sister, no hesitation here. 

Who is the braid’s maid(s) ? Kit again, then Alice, Shane and Helena. Maybe Shane should be best man haha i don’t know 

Who did the most planning ? Both, but maybe Bette was very into it and wanted everything to be P E R F E C T !  yeah, no it’s Bette, totally Bette. 

Who stressed the most ? Bette ? Because if things didn’t go her way, i don’t mean disagreeing with Tina, i think they’d get along, but there are last minute things happening, she’d lose it. 

How fancy was the ceremony ? Bette loving Arts, she’d have wanted a wonderful decoration and mixing Tina’s taste. I think they just have the same at this point, for so many years. They are on the same wave length.  Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Jodi Lerner. Henry. Jenny ( haha ). Some members of Tina’s family like her older sister obviously was already banished. 

Sex :

Who is on top ? Tina 

Who is the one to instigate things? Bette 

How healthy is their sex life ? VERY HEALTHY (  besides that one time ) Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they ?  Bette is not someone who likes a lot of new stuff. She is very comfortable with getting down on Tina, and basic lesbian stuff, with some toys here and there. She’s one to use a strap-on because Tina is into it, but she wouldn’t want it to be used on her.  Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last ? Minimum one hour ? Maximum, I’d say like a couple hours or three. Many rounds.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms ? I think they don’t count, I mean, Bette makes sure to win that one by giving a good amount to Tina, just for the sake of challenge.

How rough are they in bed ? Just passionate, and super soft.  Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do ?  A LOT, Bette is such a little spoon.  No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

CHILDREN :

How many children will they have naturally ?  one, Angelica

How many children will they adopt ? 

Who gets stuck with the most diapers ? Tina ? 

Who is the stricter parent ? Bette ! 

Who stops the kid from doing dangerous stunts after school ? Both ! 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Tina ! 

Who is the more loved parent ? FUCK THAT QUESTION BOTH DUH

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings ? Tina ! Bette hates them all. 

Who cried the most at graduation ? She didn’t graduate yet, but maybe Bette ?

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law ? Both. 

COOKING :

Who does the most cooking ? I think Bette is a better cooker, but she rarely takes time to stop and all. So the most maybe Tina.  

Who is the most picky in their food choice ? Bette. I don’t know she’s fucking annoying. 

Who does the grocery shopping ? Maybe Tina. 

How often do they bake desserts ? Twice or three times a month ? 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater ? Bette is a salad eater lately because she’s trying to stay fit lol, I don’t know about Tina ? I feel like she’d be less picky, and would eat whatever is around the fridge ?  But also maybe salad ?

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner ? Both. At a time it was Tina, but lately more Bette.  

Who is more likely to suggest going out ? Bette. She likes restaurants, and spend money on expensive meals. But also dates with Tina ? Always. 

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? None of them.

CHORES :

Who cleans the room ? Tina. Bette is messy. 

Who is really against chores ? None. They take turns.  

Who cleans up after the pets ? No pet ! I feel like they could have a cat maybe but that’s about it. Bette is not bit on pets. 

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug ? Bette ? 

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over ? Bette ! 

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning ? Tina. Gold digger. 

MISC :

Who takes the longer showers/baths ? Tina is the one who takes time for herself.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? -

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays ? Tina loves holidays, more than Bette imo. So she would !  

What are their goals for the relationship ? For Bette, it’s being faithful ? azhgiozehg, share the same values.  Tina, it’s to stand up for herself more with Bette, have more space. 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon ? Tina. Bette is an early bird when working.  

Who plays the most pranks ? Both, they tease each other a lot.  

[champsays]

“Adam” The Film And It’s Problematic Implications

Okay, so first of all — YES IM LATE TO THE PARTY! Apparently there’s a film called “Adam” that is coming out this summer based on a YA novel written by a white lesbian woman that is supposed to be super groundbreaking for the LGBT+ community. I’ve never heard of the book or the film until recently because of some backlash I saw on twitter. I didn’t wanna join the band wagon without being properly informed so I did my research and I must say that the backlash surrounding this film is completely just and warranted.

The novel written by Ariel Schrag is about a cis, white teenage boy who has bad luck with girls so when he goes to visit his lesbian sister in New York, who is at the moment dating a transman, he decides to pretend to be trans so he can bag himself a hot lesbian. He does this after being mistaken for trans and decides to run with it. He falls hard for the “hot lesbin girl” and in one scene they even have sex where he actually uses his real penis to penetrate her even though she thought it was a strap on. He goes to a Trans Camp where he eventually feels bad about his actions and confesses to the girl. But for some reason she’s not as mad and even says that ‘it’s okay because she imagined him as a real a boy anyway.’ A lot more happens but that’s the summarized version.

Despite the backlash, some movie executives thought that it would be groundbreaking to make this novel into a film and here’s why that’s a huge mistake. How many Hollywood movies have we seen where a White, Cis male has infiltrated the safe spaces of a marginalized community for personal/sexual gain and then eventually learns how these actions are problematic? We’ve seen this same story play out plenty of times on screen but now that LGBT allyship is trendy in Hollywood, the powers that be thought they were doing something groundbreaking and pushing the envelope by making this highly offensive film.

First of all, the fact that the original novel was written by a lesbian just goes to show how education on trans identity is very scarce even in the Queer community and we have to do better in that regard. But how many times do we need to see a white boy using real issues to get laid on screen? This could have easily been a story about an actual transman coming to terms with his identity in life and in romance. But instead lets create a story where trans is essentially a costume. Hell, a story about the main character’s sister would have been more interesting and more authentic to the author’s personal experience. It also proves that just because you identify as being apart of the LGBT+ community, it doesnt necessarily mean you are qualified to tell stories about all of our experiences.

Now besides the highly problematic narrative and offensive nuances, the writer literally tries to romanticize a rape scene. In the book, the main character tells his lesbian girlfriend that he is using a strap on to penetrate her but in fact he uses his real penis. The girlfriend didnt consent to that which is, by definition, RAPE. Make no mistake, when engaging in any sexual activity and one party decides to go a step further without the consent of their partner that is considered rape. Not to mention the horrible implication that trans men arent real men. Or the fact that lesbians can be “fixed” by having sex with a ‘real man’. That’s right! In the book, the girlfriend of the main character ends up getting a cis boyfriend. Does this make her bisexual or has she decided to be completely hetero? We really dont know but the implication is not okay, especially for this to be a YA novel. If you marry that idea with how impressionable young adults can be, smells like a recipe for disaster.

I can’t continue without saying that there are actually straight men who prowl gay bars hoping to connect with a “hot lesbian” to convert her back to liking “real men”. I’ve personally encountered men with this exact mindset so to fantasize this very problematic behavior into a book AND movie just perpetuates the notion that gayness/queerness/trans identity is curable.

I perused through youtube to find a few videos and interviews of the filmmakers talking about the movie amidst the backlash and the director Rhys Ernst is surprisingly one of the directors that works on the critically acclaimed show “Transparent”. As popular as that show is and as talented as Jeffrey Tambor is, the show is still riddled with its own issues by allowing a Cis White man to play a trans person eseentially taking a job away from an actual trans actor. An issue that even Jeffrey Tambor ironically shed light on during his acceptance speech after winning a Golden Globe Award for Best Actor for his performance in the role.

One would think that in an industry where LGBT+ stories have been scarce for so long that we should rejoice in the small triumphs. On the surface, this film is being paraded around as artistic genius amplifying the voices of the trans community and employing those who belong to the community in front AND BEHIND the camera. We should be applauding this right? WRONG. This story is essentially about the trans community through the lens of a selfish, insecure, sex crazed straight man and we are tired of seeing that portrayed on screen. I looked on IMDB and it says that this film comes out in August and I’m sure it will have a strong marketing campaign that will be wrapped in a beatiful bow of romance, inclusion, and acceptance but don’t be fooled.

We live in a climate where standing up for what’s right is frowned upon. Where people mistake using your voice as another cry for political correctness. You even have people saying this new generation is “too sensitive”. Well I beg to differ. We are not sensitive at all. We just choose to not be as passive as our parents and grandparents were. We have decided to not apologize when we tell you how we want to be treated. And if that’s an issue for you, take it up with God or whatever higher power you choose to believe in. I’d rather be politically correct than completely deaf and oblivious to the experiences of a marginalized people — and that’s what Champ says!

[beddle]

You might have seen the boycott and beware posts about the upcoming movie ‘Adam’. If you haven’t I’d like to give you a summary for why people are refusing to see the movie. It’s based off of a book by the same name. Here’s the book description:

The transgender community has openly spoken about the problems about this books context.

Every transgender man is written and expressed as a butch lesbians instead of Real Men. This hits home especially to trans people because this display of trans men as actually being women and not valid men is transphobic. I don’t say that as exaggeration. The author really does portray the trans men as women and lesbians. This completely invalidates trans men’s identity and the fact that they are just as much men as cisgender counterparts.

The main character Adam is a cishet seventeen year old male. He moves in with his lesbian sister and watches her have sex with another women. If that’s not creepy enough to know a boy is spying on his SISTER HAVING SEX, just wait cause there’s more. He then meets a lesbian woman who is twenty three (again he is 17 and a minor and she is 23). When there is a minor/adult relationship you have to keep in mind that adults are far more capable of manipulating minors. There is a lack of wisdom and experience when you are still a teen. The problem with this is pedophila is a real problem and it’s very dangerous. The problem people have with this is because it ROMANTICIZES pedophilic ideals and normalizes it.

He lies to say he is a transgender man to convince her to date him. He LIES about his identity and who his is to gain trust and persuade her to date him.

Later he then tells his ‘girlfriend’ that he will be using a strap on for sex but then actually uses his penis. Mind you this is seen as a trespassing of consent because realistically she agreed to a strap on but not his penis. The outcome is that she is suddenly not a lesbian anymore. Suddenly she’s attracted to men. This is what’s called ‘corrective sex’. Because there is a belief that if you force a lesbian (or gay man) to have sex with the opposite gender that they can be ‘fixed’. That’s what’s portrayed as this woman is suddenly ‘fixed’ by this cishet boy. The woman isn’t even mad he lied about his identity.

About the author of ‘Adam’ and the movie ‘Adam’ being released in August 2019.

The authors name is Ariel Schrag. Recently I found her Instagram (@arielschrag).

She has tagged posts with #pride2019 and other pride tags. She posts about LGBT literature and seems to consider herself an ally.

And yet, when trans people have come forward speaking against the misrepresentation and transphobic and harmful content, she has deflected the concerns. She writes, “This is not to be taken literally, this is not a moral tale, it’s not a manifesto about how one should act- but it’s a thought experiment, in a DELICIOUS and SUBVERSIVE way.”

She acts like she’s and ally but refuses to listen to the voices of the trans people that she supposedly supports. She shows that she doesn’t care about trans people, their identity, or their wellbeing. She refuses to talk about what is wrong with what she’s presenting in her media. And she feels like she has succeeded because most of her support has come from cishet white men who I can only assume enjoy this media and representation because it caters to this fantasy that straight men can force lesbians to have sex with them. That this is a common problem that lesbians face- that they are just confused and can be fixed by being coerced into sex.

The problems this this media brings forward is that it encourages predatory behaviors from cishet men and furthers discrimination and falsities against the transgender and queer community.

I really want Ariel Schrag to be held accountable for the harm this media brings. I want her to learn and understand how the hurts trans people with this and that she come forward and correct her actions. If you are going to write a story about queer characters you need to do research and accurately portray them, not further ostracize them.

(I know I’m a small account and I don’t have much of a following but please spread the word. Do not support this author or her movie. Feel free to add on to the post if you have more info or sources!)

[stl29tide]

would you say callum is gay or bisexual?

Strap in, anon. We’re about to go on a journey.

Gay because that’s where the storyline has been going this entire time. Waaaaay back in June, Duncan wrote an article about Callum and mentioned him being gay and people jumped all over him for bi-erasure (which was kind of ridiculous because he’s openly bisexual so it’s not like he’s just looking to erase his own community). He specifically used the word gay because he had spoken to Kate about where the story arc was ultimately going. Now I don’t always trust everything Duncan has to say, but when it comes to this, I do believe he was told Callum was going to come out as gay and that’s why he vehemently defended his wording.

Besides that, we have Callum telling Ben that despite having everything he should have (a home, a woman), he still feels incredibly lonely. He’s never really been interested in sex with Whitney, even going as far as ignoring her when she’s sitting next to him half naked. We have him telling Whitney that he promises to never look at another man and that he can try and hide his feelings. Whitney asked him if he’s bisexual. If it was really that he was also interested in men in addition to women, then he could have just told her after she left him at the altar that he was attracted to men, but not just men. That their relationship was real, and he was attracted to women too, and that lots of bisexual men marry women and stay faithful. But none of that happened. It couldn’t happen because in that moment both him and Whitney knew the truth. He wasn’t bisexual, and that scenario wasn’t for them.

I think Callum will eventually say the words out loud to himself and then it’ll be definitive and out there, so until then people can believe he’s bisexual if they want to. I don’t think it fits the narrative of what we’ve been given, but if they do that’s okay. What I don’t like is people accusing the show of forgetting that bisexual people exist. Of course they exist. The show knows that. That’s just not what this character is. This show has 1 (cough 2) gay males, 3 lesbians, and 1 bisexual woman. Let’s not accuse this show at the present time of not caring about representation or getting it wrong. They’re doing great. The time to criticize Eastenders for erasing sexuality was about a year, year and a half ago. You know what we had then? 1 bisexual woman. The only gay men were either killed or written off, and the 1 character that identified as a lesbian, they had getting drunk and fucking men. 🤷🏼‍♀️

[rwbyremnants]

WARNINGS: kink club, body painting, threesome, french kissing, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, anal play, anal sex.

Holidays coming up! I'll try to post the next chapter of PatD on Christmas Eve so you guys get something fun for a present haha. Hope you all have a good one!

=Chapter 8

A month after their strangely romantic encounter, there had been no further lapses. No kisses, no “love making”, no intimate words. Qrow and Winter had seemed to return to normal play again, with the occasional session now of Winter dominating. Even if they were rarer, they were something Qrow was beginning to let himself tolerate more and more. There was something relaxing about letting someone else take charge instead. But for the time being, it seemed another romantic aftercare was off the cards.

Now with enough confidence to go without the lanyard, Qrow and Winter had returned to The Clamp for yet another outing. A few drinks in, and both of them were loose enough for what the evening had in store: conversation or play. Slowly walking up the stairs to the first floor, Qrow held the door open for his partner, lightly bowing his head. "After you, Princess."

"Thank you," she chuckled as she followed, taking off the simple coat that had covered her leather-and-lace gear. She had shown it to him and he had approved, so it was what she would be wearing that eve until their play had ended, and she was thrilled. "And you've been remarkably quiet about what we're getting up to, Master. Anything I should be warned about?"

"Oh, I have a little something waiting in one of the rooms… Something I'm sure is gonna float your boat." He'd indeed been very quiet about such matters. There was the odd text message he'd send every now and again, and a lot of checking for new ones. Something that Winter had perhaps picked up on, but knew not why.

Either way, they weren't on the upper floor just yet. And Qrow saw little point in rushing. Not when there were interesting things to see. Such as a pair of dark-haired twins, very nearly nude, who were chained to a wall with a sign above them that said "Paint Us." So far, they'd only had a few daubs placed on various points of their bodies, and they looked like they were bored with everything due to the inattentiveness of the other patrons.

"Let's give them a break, shall we?" Winter whispered to Qrow as she approached them.

"I am not artsy whatsoever, but what the hell?" He nodded, approaching next to her, just about ready to grab the brush when he scanned the room again - and stopped. Suddenly, grabbing a brush was the last thing on his mind.

Toward the back of the room was the same ginger-haired man with his smaller three-tone-haired companion. The one for whom Winter had once obtained a card, and probably sought out activities with. And, he was reasonably sure, the one who ignored her safety words and shamed her for using them. What was giddy excitement for the evening had turned to anger instead, that was continuing to grow as he talked to a younger looking sub, one whom was clearly only there to watch.

"There… we… are," Winter muttered as she slathered the rest of the word "Princess" across one of their bellies. The girl writhed and giggled at the sensation, casting an appreciative glance back at her. "Now then, I think it's your… Qrow, what's the matter?"

"Him, over there." He gestured toward the fellow, who was just tipping his hat to said sub after he handed her a card, before moving on to look at more of the club activities himself. Yet again, he had a lead attached to his young accomplice, guiding her the whole way. "Is that the guy who ignored your safety word?"

Grimacing, Winter laid a hand on his bicep. "Even if it is, I'd appreciate it if you dropped the matter. I don't want to cause a scene and get kicked out of my safe space."

Despite gritting his teeth in sheer anger, Winter had a point. As much as he wanted to run up and sock the man in the jaw, he had more to think about than his own anger. It was Winter's reputation here that was on the line. "Right," he finally agreed, sighing deeply to calm himself down. "You're right. Can't do that in here."

"Thank you." Then she leaned up and gave him a brief peck on the cheek. "Both for respecting my wishes, and for being 'macho' for my sake. Maybe it makes me a little old-fashioned, but that kind of turned me on."

Mostly, it came as a surprise that such a thing happened; but the peck was enough to calm Qrow right down. His grateful smile eventually turned into a small smirk. "Dunno why that would turn you on, but I guess I'm doing something right."

"Oh, every girl wants a big, strong man who's willing to protect her, doesn't she?" Passing the brush across to him, she paused to think that over. "Well… every straight girl, that is. I can't speak for all lesbians, but even my sister wanted a big, strong woman."

"You ain't exactly straight, though…" Qrow couldn't help but correct her, taking the brush gratefully to make his own mark on the other twin, instead. Seeing as previous encounters went with that theme, it seemed pointless to change his nickname from 'Rooster' now. The other girl giggled almost just like her sister had.

"Well… I'm not what you would call a 'cis-het', no. But by and large, I consider myself to be a straight woman with a wild side. Even just playing around here, I prefer men, even if having a woman to push around once in awhile is… satisfying. So despite being open to ��lesbian experimentation’, what's the use in changing my label?"

"Well, I have a wild side myself, I'd say, but I'm not about to bend a guy over. But hey, each to their own."

As they waltzed away from the twins, she reached out and gave a light swat to the behind of a man who was on the ground, barking like a dog, and made for the stairs. Qrow's hintings that she would find something very interesting up there had slowly become irresistible to her. Already, he was grinning with glee as they headed further up. He couldn't wait. This time, the tables would turn on who'd get the big shock of the night, so he thought. It would be her who'd get a show. And more.

Speaking of shows… "Wonder if anyone's in and letting us watch?"

"Could be." Her smirk was mischievous, and she stood on tiptoe to look through the nearest window, exaggerating her pose very slightly - both for comedic effect, and so Qrow would get a nice view of the backs of her legs, which she knew he appreciated. "Hmm, nothing in this one…"

As usual, he took in the good view of his partner's form. Winter had a fantastic one, that couldn't be denied. It was the main thing that always had him questioning how he got lucky enough to have any chance with her in the first place. After a while, he nodded, pacing over to one of the other rooms that had the window clear for view.

"Oh, hello…"

"What, what is it?" she asked, bemused as her eyes slid to the side to watch his expression.

"I really didn't think guys would enjoy being screwed in the ass, but that girl's certainly showing him a good time." He continued to look at the display inside. Even though before he had insisted that was where he'd draw the line in Winter's dominance, the more he heard about it, the more he began to reconsider. Maybe.

And now he was looking through the glass and seeing just that. A much taller man, one more than capable of asserting himself and taking control of the situation, willingly on his knees to allow himself to be taken by his female partner, whom was wearing a strap-on. While he saw Blake and Sun about to do such things in their last venture to the club, seeing it actually happening was an experience.

"Is she, now?" Winter purred directly into his ear as her hand slid over his backside, coming to a stop beside him and looking through the window herself. "Ohhh, yes, I see. Looks like they've been doing this for a while; that's a pretty big cock she's wearing."

His muscles instinctively clenched when her hand was upon his rear, and he found himself flinching away. Even if seeing it was interesting, he wasn't about to suddenly tell Winter he was thinking about it. "Hey hey hey, remember that condition we had. My butt's a one-way street."

Chuckling, she let the hand fall away. "I was only teasing. You're so touchy sometimes." After casting another brief glance at the couple in the room, raising an eyebrow in silent approval, she turned to him fully. "Now then… what's this big surprise you have in store?"

"Looks like you're about to find out." Leading her to one of the middle rooms, he gave a brief knock to inform who was inside before holding the door open. "Ladies first."

"Thank you, kind sir." Then she walked inside with a little chuckle to herself… and her mouth opened for a brief moment before she laughed, "Well, this seems a little familiar!"

"It certainly is, Princess." Glynda Goodwitch was waiting for them the other side. This really was a repeat of their first time at the club - only this venture, it was Qrow who'd organised the whole thing with her help. That proved to be the bigger surprise here. "I know I said I wouldn't ever work with him under any circumstances, but… well, he's provided quite the plan."

"You know it." Closing the door behind them and switching the various lights, and shutting the visor, he turned back with a smirk. "I think the scene we got in mind will be… pretty satisfying to your wild side."

"Oh, it's already shaping up to be so far…" Turning back to Qrow, she allowed a slow, mischievous smirk to blossom across her face. "How long have you two been cooking this up together?"

"Since bowling last week." Once sure the room was secure, Qrow took a seat next to Glynda and patted her shoulder. "It was actually Snowmane who suggested it first, and I came up with what we’re gonna do."

Offering a small, sarcastic smile, Glynda slowly peeled the hand off her shoulder again, before looking back up to Winter. Seemed she wasn't entirely comfortable with Qrow just yet. "Yes thank you, Rooster. But I remember how you said it had been a long time since you two engaged in any ‘group activities’. And after your brief scare, I thought it would be in your interests to keep that to people you trust."

The mention of that session did lessen the smile on Winter's face, but she nodded at them. "It… would be appreciated, yes." She shifted from foot to foot, like someone appearing before a panel of judges about to be assessed for some reason or another. "So why- I mean, what did you two have in mind for tonight? Or don't I get to know?"

row was the one to chuckle at that, rising to his feet as he already started to unbutton his shirt. "What was it you said to me? ‘Ain’t very good with surprises’? Alright, here’s a hint: you're in the middle."

"In… the middle…" Her eyes slid back and forth between Glynda and Qrow, and then widened as she seemed to grasp the general idea. "Oh."

Rolling her eyes while Qrow put his shirt to one side, Glynda folded her arms. "If you choose, that is. He mainly said it for my benefit, so I don't have to be in contact with Qrow. However…" She already seemed to be cringing at the thought, hunching her shoulders as she saw him unzipping his pants. "I have allowed him to give me commands for the night."

Laughing, Qrow stopped his actions once he'd pulled them down, sitting in just his boxers. "Geez, you make me out to be some kinda Big Bad Wolf. I'm really not that bad, y'know."

"Yes, you are," Winter teased, smiling at their exchange. Now that they were graduating from bitter hatred to simple irritation, she couldn't be happier that things were moving along. "Now then, shall I assume a position? What's the safeword, the usual?"

"The safe word is Stables," Glynda informed her, standing instead as she reached to untie her robe. Once again, she was wearing her leather corset and nothing else. The same attire as she wore last time. But as she allowed her gown to drop to the ground, she smiled reassuringly. "And if you don't want to do a specific task but want to continue activities, that's fine, too. I know Qrow did plan on requesting something… more intimate than normal."

Nodding in agreement, Qrow sat back on the bench still, crossing his arms. "So whenever you wanna start play, go right ahead."

That made her blink, since she had been momentarily distracted by the near-nudity. "O-oh, I'm to begin? Well, I suppose I could…" Taking a very neutral stance, she turned so that she was facing both of them, setting them up into a triangle arrangement. Then she said clearly, "Begin play."

Smirking confidently, Qrow looked his pet up and down. This was going to be an interesting challenge, especially since one of the two subs wasn't to have contact with him. Rising to it, he gave his first command. "I think Snowmane deserves a little kiss or two, don't you?"

"Yes, Master." There wasn't even any nervousness; she'd done far worse than that. Stepping forward, she placed her hands on Glynda's shoulders and began to lean in.

And Glynda did the same. Wrapping her arms around Winter's waist, she allowed their lips to meet in the middle. Of course she was very aware a Dom like Qrow would want a show, something to entertain him rather than each other. So she wasted no time before letting her mouth open wider, and letting her tongue slip up against Winter's.

That caused the taller woman to shiver with mild surprise, but she did not draw away or cry foul. Her head tilted slightly as they began to enjoy each other's mouths mildly, giving their master the display he had been craving. She even allowed her hands to trail up to rest lightly on either side of Glynda's neck, knowing it would be that much more possessive-looking, and therefore more convincing.

It certainly worked. Qrow growled with delight as watched their display, which was clearly having an effect on him shown by the way he closed his legs together. Of course, kissing wasn't the only thing he was going to tell them to do. He allowed such movements to continue for a fair while, before speaking up again.

"Good… Now, how about giving her body a little love, too?"

Drawing away from the moistened lips of her companion-for-the-day, Winter said, "Yes, Master." Then she began to kiss along her shoulder, down her collarbone. Sighing contently, Glynda leant her head to one side to allow Winter more access, eyes fluttering closed as she watched each action. Winter's lips were certainly talented. She got to learn that exceptionally well in their last venture together. Maybe Qrow would allow that kindness again.

So far, he seemed more interested in watching her toy with her, and giving other commands. "A little lower."

Without even speaking, Winter kissed lower, gliding over the cleavage of her temporary playmate. It felt a bit too forward for her to tease her peaks without being instructed specifically. Still, she had a feeling more of that would be forthcoming.

There were more soft sighs as the kisses traced over her breasts. They didn't hit home, not just yet. But the sensation was still pleasant. She allowed her hand to fall into Winter's hair, softly petting as she fussed over her. This really was a change of pace! Not to be a sub, or a Dom, but a middle ground. It was both a relief and empowering to be given the privilege.

As Winter began to drift lower, her hands slid back to grip Glynda's firm cheeks, giving them a healthy squeeze as her lips grazed over her fabric-covered stomach. This wasn't all that low, but she most certainly wasn't going any lower if she was not commanded. This was Qrow’s scene, after all.

"Oooh…" Glynda couldn't help but purr out happily, leaning her head right back as she enjoyed the sensations. Her fingers continued to scratch at Winter’s scalp to encourage for more. It was instinctive, even if she wasn't commanded yet.

But that was about to change. "Very good," Qrow encouraged. "You're putting on quite the show. But it'd be a shame if poor Snowmane didn't have a finish by the time you're in the middle, wouldn't it?"

At those words, she turned slightly to gaze over her shoulder at him, hands still kneading into the firm cheeks. "What… do you suggest, Master?"

"I think those lips and tongue could play their part in that." It was the words Glynda wanted to hear. The words that would mean release from such toying – or so she thought. The next demand proved her wrong. "Give the ladies a li’l fun."

Winter's face was so low that Glynda couldn't see, but she smirked to herself. It's what she would have commanded; Qrow was really coming along. Still smiling, but with less wicked glee, she leaned up and wrapped her lips around the left peak, suckling gently.

"Oh!" Glynda found herself gasping. Finally, something more than just needless teasing! The hand in her hair gripped a small handful, anything to contain herself from getting too unruly. She didn't quite trust Qrow with seeing her utterly unhinged yet. But it was becoming more and more difficult to hold herself back, especially when the tongue was flicking over her sensitive peak. Its accompanying lips began to knead against her even more earnestly, pushing the skin inward and rolling it around on the semi-rough surfaces. One of Winter's hands also came around to Glynda's side, tracing its way up and down her hip. If Qrow wanted her to have the full treatment, then that's what she would have.

"I can see you want to," Qrow encouraged, watching each movement closely. Whilst he reached for his pants again to retrieve the few things he'd stored in his pockets, he nodded again. "Go ahead, make her moan."

Glynda knew what he was doing. Preparing for when Winter would be in the middle instead. But the lips on her were so enjoyable she didn't want them to stop! Already she was moaning quietly, not knowing if Winter had more to give.

But her chest would not be the only thing receiving attention. Winter took her master's command to mean the most obvious way, and drifted her hand in between her thighs, tracing up and down. If this wasn't what he meant, she would find out soon enough. Meanwhile, she was going to tease those thighs and that erect little nipple as hard as she might.

"Someone's eager," Qrow stated. It was visible what he'd taken from his pockets at last; a condom packet, and a small sample pack of lubricant. Whatever was planned for the evening, it seemed to require it. But to make sure she wasn't looking too long, he shrugged his shoulders. "I think Snowmane is, too. Perhaps you should stop teasing her and give her what she really wants."

"You mean…" 'Snowmane' didn't want to question it outright, but gestured for such a thing by moving her legs further apart, standing so Winter could get access.

"Exactly." Qrow encouraged, before clapping his hands. "Chop chop, ladies."

"Yes, Master," Winter said with a slightly throaty sound as she drew her mouth away so she could more properly look up at her charge. That the garment was crotchless was certainly a boon; it meant she could slide her fingers upward to home much, much sooner than if there was anything in the way.

Which she demonstrated. Immediately. And such an action was punctuated with a louder moan. Finally, Snowmane allowed herself to cut loose, freely moaning as the fingers graced her folds. Both of her hands fell to Winter's hair instead, gripping tightly to beg her to continue. Those fingers and that tongue would be the death of her.

A very satisfied grin spread across Winter's face as she quickened her strokes, parting the folds slightly with each pass. Qrow and Glynda had something in store for her afterward, and though she wasn't about to be careless or rush her fingering, neither would she dawdle. There wasn't much else Glynda could do other than bear the treatment. Each stroke was making her moan louder and louder, and the occasional brushing of her clit only made the waves of pleasure more intense.

And it was all so much for Qrow to see. Even if he'd not prepared himself yet, there was an obvious protrusion against his shorts that showed he could. But for now, the Dom would bide his time until they had finished.

As obvious as her fellow sub's enjoyment was, Winter decided to give her more. After all, she knew how much she had wanted to be dominated by Princess, to enjoy these things in the first place. Knew that it had bordered on "hero worship". She wasn't a big fan of what she was about to do, even though she didn't mind, but this time, she was going to give it her all.

"Master, shall I use my mouth?" There was no use in jumping ahead of herself, and it might not even be what Qrow wanted to see. Then again, it might.

As it turned out, it certainly was. "Absolutely."

Given the green light, Winter poured her heart and soul into the task. The hand that had been teasing Glynda slid back to cup one buttock again as she devoured her, drawing the fragile lips between her own, moaning and sounding grateful. It was a slight exaggeration, a show of theatrics, but in truth, she didn't mind the taste or sensation. Every time she went down on a woman, it seemed to get easier.

"Oooohhh…. Oh, Princess!" Glynda didn't think her moans could get any more unhinged! Yet the tongue lavishing her sex was bringing out a more primal side of her. She couldn't help herself, and started to pull Winter more firmly against her for more contact.

Hearing Glynda so completely given over to the moment - ecstatic, even - was all the "job satisfaction" that Winter required. And she knew she herself was getting turned on. It wasn't so much that it was Glynda as that she was pleasuring another person… but it being a woman, and someone she did see outside of the club, helped to heighten the taboo. Which also made her wetter, and hungrier for more.

Unable to help herself, Glynda pushed her hips more firmly against Winter's mouth, continuing to growl and purr while the actions brought her to her end. Already she could feel her legs starting to quiver as she was so close, so very close!

Qrow could tell both those things. He could see that Glynda was about to finish, and that Winter was growing more and more needy. Knowing she would want to be taken care of as soon as they were done, he unbuttoned his boxers to start to get ready. But before he untucked the length from them, he gave the command.

"Go on, Princess, finish Snowmane off."

All Winter did was nod to show her understanding before she began lapping at Glynda harder than ever, making sure to attack her clit more than she had been up until that point. She could feel how ready she was, scent it on the air. Wouldn't take much more doing before she was sent crashing through into a blinding finish.

"AAAAHH!" A much louder yell from Glynda later, and she was done for. She could feel her body quivering all over, toes curling as she leant forward, feeling her stomach tightening as the electric waves of pleasure flowed through her. Twice now that tongue had brought her to an end. And twice, it was excellent.

By the time she had released Winter's hair to let her go, Qrow was finished with “set up”. He sat back on the bench with his now sheathed member poking out of his boxers. The hope was that it would put Glynda at ease if he only exposed the needed part, but he knew the sight of it would entice Winter, as well. But there was still an unused packet, one that he held up.

"Good job, Princess. But now you need to get yourself ready."

There were a few seconds before Winter could respond. These were spent leaving a few final licks, which then turned to kisses. Glynda might not have been her lover or romantic partner, but she was a person who she had just shared an intimate moment with; her affection and consideration were genuine. Privately, she knew that there would be more sessions with her in the future, even if she still counted Qrow as her "main playmate."

Then at last, she left a final, brief kiss on her clit and turned around to breathe, "Ready for what, Master?"

"For the main event." It was quite obvious that what he was holding was a lubricant sample pack. But they hadn't taken any toys with them. Nor had Glynda. That could only leave one possible alternative for what it was for.

Finally, her eyes focused on the lube and her lips formed a tiny "oh". Her heart beat faster as she realized what he intended to do, and she smiled bashfully at him. "Whatever Master desires… is what he gets."

"Good." However, he then handed the packet outward not in Winter's direction, but in Glynda's instead. "Snowmane, you can take care of this, right?"

"M-me?!" This seemed to have not been discussed. But from the smirk on his face, she could tell he was serious. It may not have been spoken of, but it wasn't an offer she was about to pass up, especially not after the fantastic orgasm Winter had granted her. Nodding, she took the small packet from him, bowing her head. "Of course, Rooster."

"Good girl." Looking back to Winter, he half closed his eyes. "And maybe you can fuss over me while she prepares you for the big finish."

But Winter was also recovering from the surprise. She wasn't necessarily opposed, but she wasn't used to someone she normally Dommed being allowed to take such liberties with that particular area. Already, she could feel it tingling with anticipation - and no one had even touched her there yet!

"Alright," she said as she turned around and began to kneel in front of Qrow. "If… I get on all fours like this…" She demonstrated. "Will you have enough access that way, Snowmane?"

Kneeling behind her, she placed a hand on one of her buttocks, giving a rather firm squeeze a moment just to make a demonstration of her own. "More than enough, Princess."

Glancing at Qrow, she saw he was looking very smug and in charge - as a good Dom should. Over her shoulder, Glynda looked very business-like. She wanted to ask if she was really okay touching that, but there had been no safeword, and therefore she must have been. Mustn't she?

Considering Glynda had let her go to rip the top of the small sachet open, she had to be. Holding it right above the area, she squeezed a small amount between the cheeks. As if the cold sensation of lube hadn't been enough to make Winter shiver, she did so even more with an accompanying moan when she felt a fingertip helping to spread the substance where it needed to go. If there wasn't the promise of a fat cock to work its way in there, she might have simply asked Glynda to keep going as she was. It felt quite nice.

Squeezing the rest right against the small ring of muscles, and her fingers, she began to circle it gradually. Over time, she began to head inward, pushing against the skin rather firmly. All of this in her best efforts to prepare her.

Talking of which, Qrow was more than happy to give a slow pump every so often to keep his cock to its full length. But the moans coming from his sub were doing plenty, as well. Once at least somewhat used to the finger, even though she was loving every second, Winter leaned forward and began to nuzzle the inside of Qrow's thigh, up toward the top of his trousers. If they weren't in the way, she would have gone to work on his weighted sack immediately. For some reason, she liked the idea of him stroking himself while she merely toyed with what hung below.

The finger began pressing in more firmly, until at last, Glynda felt the muscle starting to allow her inside. Winter was so tight! No wonder this process always took a while, when she was to play with various toys in that area. But it was her duty to get it ready for something bigger – something that Qrow was continuing to stroke, even through the sheath. He tried not to grasp too hard so as to keep the lubricant on there, but enough so he could enjoy Winter's temporary fussing, and be ready for when she took her seat.

By that point, Winter was gasping at the intrusion as she had reached his shaft, and gave it a brief kiss before she had to stop and recover. Glynda's finger was inside her ass. It was incredible that it was happening, but it was also quite satisfying. Once she had adjusted enough to keep going, her hand drifted up to grip the length standing at attention in front of her face.

"Let Princess do that for you, Master."

"Oh, you don't have to." He placed his hand atop hers, stopping it from moving more. Instead, he looked between her and Glynda, giving a small nod. "I think you're ready now, aren't you?"

"Yes," she breathed eagerly against him. "Ready for this… or for more of Glynda." The last was mostly for the other woman's benefit, to tease her slightly. She knew what they intended to do.

"I suppose I should take my position, then." Pulling her finger back out again, she backed away from Winter's rear end to give her the space to move. Once she did so, Qrow immediately patted his legs, offering up his lap as a seat for Winter.

"Have a seat. And don't worry, you'll get more from Glynda."

"I can't wait, Master," she told him honestly. She really couldn't; her curiosity nearly burned her insides!

Standing, she turned to face Glynda, and as she began to back up, she mouthed, "Thank you" and gave her a private thumbs up. There had been no direct order not to praise the woman for a job well done. Glynda smiled back at her, remaining in place as she watched Winter stand herself in front of Qrow. Her job was to wait until commanded, but she was going to enjoy the view up until then.

A pair of hands placed themselves onto Winter's hips, guiding her back toward her seat. "Then show me."

So Winter did show him. She sat a little further back, gliding her wetness up and down along the length, mingling the lube with her own juices. Even though that wasn't its end destination this time, she didn't want him to forget that she ached for him to take her the usual way, as well.

"Yeah that's it,” he encouraged, softly stroking up and down her sides as she worked him more and more. “A little extra lube never hurts.” Winter really was putting her all into this. Whether or not it was because they had an audience or not, he couldn’t be sure, but it didn't matter.

Speaking of which… "Snowmane, what do you think? Still wanna share?"

"Oh, definitely." Glynda smiled. She didn't know if she could just sit back while Qrow had all the fun, even if he hadn’t asked. Winter was just too tempting.

"What are we sharing, Master?" Winter felt almost ready to glide forward and position herself to be entered, but not quite yet. Besides, Qrow hadn't commanded it.

"You, of course." Allowing one of his hands to leave her hip, he reached in front to hold his member upright. He could sense her readiness, that she wanted to be finished after all this torment and these demands. And soon that would come.

"So, what are you waiting for? Whenever you’re ready, Princess."

That was the signal. Sliding forward, she gestured for Glynda to bend a little closer, which she did. Then she placed her hands on the other woman's shoulders, shifted forward, and positioned herself directly above the rod on which she was about to impale herself.

"Oh, you look excellent, Highness," Glynda whispered, so near where the action was going to be. She was about to have the best view in the house, even if it did involve Qrow. She could get past that, considering Winter was right there.

And slowly, Qrow eased her down onto him with one hand, holding his member upright with the other. Aligning the entrance with his member, he felt the head pushing up against the muscle, where he continued to push her down onto him.

"Ohhhhh," Winter groaned as she sank down onto it, a millimeter at a time. It wasn't going in, not quite yet; he'd have to work before that was possible without any tearing. But he was working, and she was definitely doing her best to assist. Pressing kiss after kiss against Winter's thighs, Glynda leant in so she was closer to the action. Closer to her main goal. She wasn't commanded to go in just yet, but anything she could do to help was welcomed by Qrow – who was gently moving his member around to loosen her more, continuing as she headed further down. And eventually, he felt her give, head slipping inside.

"A-AHHH! Oh, God!" How big was he? Had he always been that big when they were engaged in other activities, or was this the product of some pills or other?!

Nothing special. It was purely down to the first time using this entrance in quite some time – and with a new partner. He continued to ease her downward, moving the hand to her other hip to keep a decent amount of control of her speed. He wasn't about to rush, not when Winter was begging for it. He couldn't let his pet win that easily.

And Glynda was helping all the way, continuing to leave kisses closer and closer to her goal. She couldn't help but look upward toward her, checking for her reaction. But Winter seemed to be way too focused on what was going on at the back door to worry about the front. It was so huge, and sliding deeper inside of her with every passing moment! But too slow - far too slow. Now that she had been stretched to the proper width to admit him, there was no sense in delaying the inevitable…

Except to torture her. Qrow was in control, and he wanted to wind her up a little longer. Well, perhaps she could repay the favour. Making sure it wouldn't shock Glynda too much, she waited until the head between her thighs was still for a moment, then began to shift herself from side to side. Such an action did make one of her kisses land further inward than anticipated, onto the lips of her sex itself.

"So that's how you wanna play, huh?" That wasn't what Qrow asked for, and she knew for a fact he wouldn't let her get away with it. Grasping her hips even tighter than before, Qrow made sure she was in the best position, before lifting himself upward to push himself inside with a much faster pace. If she was so desperate she needed him to speed up, he would make it much rougher to torment her another way.

"N-no, Master, I didn't intend f-for- OHHHHHH, oh shit! NNHH!" That was it. Now he was all the way inside of her, widening her resistant little opening as far as it would go. It felt incredible! He was about as big as any of her toys - and she had some very sizable examples, indeed.

"Maybe you didn't." The words were punctuated as he started to ease himself back out, grasping a handful of her hair to pull her head back a moment. Leaning up toward her ear, he growled, "But it's what you're getting now."

A thrill of hot, prickling shame shot through her at the rough treatment. That was what she had been after. Sick and twisted as it was, being treated like a lesser being was exquisite to her. And she wanted more. So she only responded with a docile, "Y-yes, Master!"

This time, he didn't stop. Over and over, he glided back and forth inside her ass, punishing her tight little hole with everything he had in him. She was to be used until he was satisfied. Until they both were. Which brought him to think about his other pet.

"I think you can start chowing down now."

"O-oh…" Still blushing from the sight of her previous Dom being taken, Glynda did as she was told. Now that she was given the command, she headed on, letting her tongue trail between Winter's lips.

The thighs around Glynda's head twitched immediately upon the tongue coming into contact, and her squeals of delight only increased in pitch. They really were aiming to drive her mad, weren't they? It wouldn't take much more, all in all; she was already dripping wet, as Glynda could definitely see for herself. And if she cared to look a little lower… there was quite a show going on. It only depended on it if was a show Glynda wanted to see.

It was a show that she would miss out on. But the effect of it was music to her ears. She could hear that their combined efforts were driving her to her limit, that both of them were tormenting her body from either side. With that knowledge in mind, Glynda traced a circle around her clit with her tongue, before returning to lapping the wetness while Qrow persevered with the hard pumping, continuing to hold her by the hip and the hair. He couldn't suppress his own moans anymore either, and grunted in unison with each thrust.

Little by little, her thighs began to ease apart to allow both of her current lovers to do their best… or worst, as the case may have been. The delightful attention to her clit was almost overpowering, even without what was going on between her cheeks! They both seemed to have ample practice at what they were doing, and she was thrilled to death with that being the case.

"How is it, Princess?" Qrow demanded further, intending to prompt further little sounds from his sub as the two of them continued to punish her body. "Tell us how it feels."

"It f-feels… like my ass is being drilled b-by a baseball b-bat!" she groaned out, thighs as far apart as they could go now. "And like my cunt is… being worshiped by a goddess!"

Oh. Snowmane liked hearing that. As much as she was used to the chastising words and insults, hearing the praise, though surprising, was an unexpected but very welcome pleasure. One that spurred her on to work harder. Once more, she circled the woman's clit, drawing a hand inward to split her lips open. Anything for her partner now.

"You're goddamn right," the Rooster managed to pant as he tugged Winter’s hair harder. "And we're just gonna keep on going."

By God, how good it all was! Where was this treatment all her life? No one other than Qrow had managed to make her feel both dominated and worshiped at the same time. It should not have been possible! Nevertheless, she was determined to enjoy every last second of this precious gift gracing her two entrances.

Already he could feel himself getting close. And why not? Winter was so tight around his thick length that it made it impossible to hold out for longer than needed. But he was determined to take her with him. Pulling her hair again, he growled into her ear, "Then show me, little cumslut; show me how much you love me inside your ass!"

Winter could think of no better way to show him than to shift her hips up and down slightly as he pounded up into her. It was a delicate balancing act; if she moved too much, Glynda wouldn't be able to handle her duties with all the movement. But she persevered. Everything felt far too good to give up, or even give a lackluster performance.

Sadly, his goal to get her finished whilst he did couldn't be done. He found her added efforts to force more of herself against him had finished him off. He quivered against her backside, and could feel himself throbbing inside her rear – spilling all his precious seed. Therefore, it was up to Glynda to finish the job. Grabbing Winter's thighs to pull herself more firmly against her, she circled her clit over and over again relentlessly, pressing her lips firmly against Winter's sex as her fingers fluttered inside. It was all she could do in that attempt to make her feel the greatest she had in a long time.

And it worked. Eventually, between the knowledge that Qrow had just filled his latex covering with the evidence of how good her ass felt, and Glynda genuflecting at the altar of her throbbing sex, Winter Schnee erupted into a mind-warping orgasm the likes of which she had never felt before. It was glorious, and she found herself wishing that the aftershocks causing her to twitch and writhe would never end.

Still coming down from his own climax, Qrow flopped back onto the bench. Finally he let go of her hair; simply panting for breath a moment whilst they all recovered. He never moved himself out of her rear, only kept himself in place for a moment while she too regained her breath. Success. They had done exactly what they set out to do and he had zero complaints whatsoever.