#femme musings

[femme-musings]

Mascs and butches and studs who like being called pretty boy.

Reblog if you agree.

[cloudslexapro]

nothing smells better than airspun face powder. nothing!!

[femme-musings]

Butch hands 🤝 Femme thighs

@transient-butch

[femme-musings]

Me in plant form

Recently discovered a love of being called princess ee 💞

girls don’t want boys.

they want philodendron pink princess plant

[lavend3r-stardust]

When their pussy is so needy that you can feel their clit throb your name in morse code. Your firm hands on their hips help them hump the strap in your sweatpants, and then they leave little wet stains on your clothes and grind harder on your bulge 😩😖

[that-butch-archivist]

"Today, I am wearing my hair long and permed into full curls around my face, tying it up in sheer, silken scarves. I often choose to be late for a date rather than go out feeling "unfinished," which some days means a little powder and Chap Stick and other days means a total makeover. I wear long silk shirts and fluffy sweaters when I want, and regard the word pretty as a compliment again. Still, I know I am regarded as a failure and even a traitor by many in this [lesbian] club because I suffer occasional self-recrimination for being a size sixteen instead of a size six, because I enjoy wearing miniskirts and stockings, because I apparently care about and conform to the opinions of the "wrong" people (people in that other world who label us unacceptable or unfit). They say I am selling out, catering to patriarchy, being codependent on my mother and her opinions. Choose your descriptors, choose your chains. Too often, the saleswomen of the so-called freedom are more like the neo-conservatives and fundamentalists of the world, who say, "Do it our way or don't expect any privileges." They are not selling us the right to be who we want to be, they are selling us the right to be what they believe we should want to be. Sometimes, those rights are the same thing. More often, they are not. And when they are not, worlds may collide in a firestorm of indignation, embarrassment, and rage. I want that freedom they sold me. I want the freedom to love women, passionately and overwhelmingly. I want the freedom to love them the way I want, whether I wear a lace dress or jeans, whether I wear press-on nails or no lipstick. I want the freedom to feel sexy at 170 pounds. I want to do aerobics without resorting to stealth maneuvers. And I want the freedom to be who I am, without embarrassment or fear. I want no exceptions, no contingencies, no caveats. And if our community cannot--or will not--grant that freedom, I, and those like me, the rebel-conformists if you will, will take it. We will even steal it if we must. They'll be surprised at how fast we can run in those tight skirts and pumps."

- An excerpt from "Supercolliding over a Twinkie: Angry Musings from a Femme in the Deep South," an essay written by Constance Lynne and found in The Femme Mystique. (Emphasis in bold my own.)

[insporp]

(c)

[rosebudprincess]

one of my favorite romantic moments is reading something to your lover. like rest your head on my shoulder or lap as i read the book i’m currently reading to you. you can do your own work while i read shakespeare to you or read austen out loud.

let me talk aimlessly about my current favorite books while you do your own activities and i just hear you hum in response but i know you’re listening.

[femme-musings]

Please please please please

oh, to be at the mercy of two butches. one ties my wrists together and restrains me at the headboard while the other stands at the foot of the bed, stroking their cock while watching me squirm with anticipation. after teasing my clit with their fingers, the butch who tied me up beckons the other to come closer and they both start kissing all over my body. one on my thighs, the other on my neck and chest, fingers still drawing circles on my clit. and they both praise me between kisses. "you're such a good girl for us" "already so wet, good job" "you're so soft" "i bet you want my lips somewhere else" "that's it, be a good girl" "oh such pretty moans, let us hear more"

and before i know it i'm laying on top of one, gagged with my own panties, while they fuck my dripping pussy and the other spanks me to remind me to be good.

[femme-musings]

Beach day

[femme-musings]

Right here, princess 💞

where are all the mean slutty lesbian tops? we’re in an economic crisis

[lavend3r-stardust]

Her murmuring "good girl" as she slides her dick into you and cups your tits, fondling them, kissing them, leaving wet little spots of saliva as she giggles from the way you arch into her; her mouth trailing down your stomach while her hands grip your waist and toy with your nipples, her strap reaching deep inside as you open your legs for her like the good little cumslut you are

[cr1msondll]

90’s/00’s video vixens ⭐️

[fashionitgirls73]

brigitte bardot

[grandboute]

Eposition La révolte des sardinières

Port-musée de Douarnenez du 6 juillet 2024 au 1er février 2025

[mad-hunts]

to all the muns that have female and/or femme muses, i just want you to know that you are tremendously loved by me, and i will always support y'all okok (and barton would help any femme muse who also happens to be friends with him get revenge on men who have done them wrong because... well, being one has not excluded him from hating them too sometimes NGL, LMAO. they just have to say the word, and he'll be showing up with bats to smash the windows to their cars because they should know how badly they messed up <33 / hj JSJSJ)