#sapphic desire

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

a conversation with my teenage self would probably go something like this

[thatautisticlesbian]

I am feeling so much sapphic desire right now.

I just want to send love letters to a girl and seal them with s kiss, and pull out her old letters that faintly still smell like her favorite perfume and taking a deep breath and falling deeper in love with her.

I want to come home and say sweeties I'm home and have my beautiful wives come to meet me with the beautiful little girl we made together.

I want to watch a movie my hands intertwined with the women I love.

I want to get married so badly

I want to steal her clothes and her sweaters from her and claim them as mine now.

I want to cuddle on a couch, holding her tightly as I am held.

I want to cook her soup and care for her when she is sick.

I want to clean up after her I want to make things just how she likes it. I want to do millions of small things to show her my love.

I have so much love

[violottie]

yall remember that long post about how the cottagecore lesbian & sapphic space and aesthetic is so sanitised and puritan, and then goes on to explore the beauty of lesbians and sapphics expressing sexual desire and love in a cottagecore aesthetic?

iirc it had stuff like "laying with her in bed the morning, your bushes brushing against one another" and "making love to her against a tree in the forest around your homestead" and "slowly riding her strap as she sits in her chair on the porch on your cottage"

yeah that was my post. it was wiped from tumblr when staff nuked my previous blog, violettfae, because i was posting about Palestine

if you cant find it anymore, now you know why

[muddybudd]

She makes me feel funny. I can't seem to think straight...

[fluffy--cookie]

[stil-lindigo]

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[invisible-pink-toast]

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[hor7ysl4t]

The amount of times i have made out with her in my head is really unhealthy

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Fellow tops out there. Anyone else get the need to just completely envelop their bottom? Just go completely primal and wrap as much of yourself around them as you bury your strap/cock as deep into them as possible. As much skin contact as is physically possible as you thrust deeper and deeper. Where the only way closer you could get is if your bodies melted together, and even then you'd keep fucking them in a state of pure carnal bliss. Where you stop being you, you are simply a top, put there to lose yourself in your bottom, and for them to lose themselves in you. To keep them so close it almost hurts as you cum, pumping every last bit of your very being into them. Holding them there for what feels like an eternity after because they are yours and you are theirs, and in that brief yet beautiful moment, you are one. Anyone? No? Just me?

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

doing research for my master's thesis (applications due soon! im crying!) + i came across this translated 16th century French sapphic poem and i'm genuinely near tears, omg. sapphic yearning never fuckign changes,,,

Alas! How I’ve spilled my guts in vain! How I fled every other Love the same! How in vain you (scornful one) I chose, As my one delight, as my life’s rose! How in vain did I think the time ahead Would by miracle through the centuries us wed And that, unique example in French history, Our Love would serve as eternal memory Proof that Love of woman by woman may arise And from all manly Lovers seize the prize.

Elegy for a Lady enamoured of another Lady, Pontus de Tyard (1573). (Link to the full text)

[nightwolferebornii]

〰️➰✖️▪️◾️◼️🔳⬛️🐺⬛️🔳◼️◾️▪️✖️➰〰️

[running-with-kn1ves]

I am existentially and ridiculously obsessed with the idea of women in general, but i've dabbled back into ASMR and I'm down bad.

TW: Alcohol mentioned, manipulation, somno, guilt tripping,

She's just your best friend-- you've known her all throughout grade school, watched her attempt keg stands as you're forced to pull her back to her apartment, her slurring voice calling to you with how much she loves you between laughs and sobs. She holds you in a hug tighter than normal, with her nose deep into the crook of your neck. And in the mornings when you help soothe her hangover, she conveniently forgets.

She's so keen to take care of you, insisting on fulfilling your every need before you can even think of it. It feels wrong, how much she aims to please you, how much of her paycheck goes to your happiness, but there's nothing you can do to stop it-- in fact, it seems to only make her feel worse if you don't let her do what she demands is merely keeping you happy,

"what anyone would do for a friend."

She's with you every moment she can be, and she ensures in all of the self-awareness she has, to not to suffocate you. The last thing she'd want is to be forced away-- so she makes a sacrifice, to leave you to quietness even if its just on the other side of the room.

She watches you while you drift off to sleep, drawing patterns on your back and breathing in the deep scent of your hair.

She knows its vile, its wrong for her to abuse the power you've given her-- but its so hard to resist pulling your shirt up just slightly to see the soft, relaxed flesh of your body, to feel the warmth of your hips under your pajama pants, to sneak a hand up your back and under your shirt, drawing you in for a cuddle as her head is buried into your chest. the dip of your back as it curves from the reaction of her cold fingers is her favorite, it feels as if you're leaning into her, shuddering at her touch.

And when you're tipsy, home alone with her for a calm night-in, you almost aren't surprised to hear her suggest trying to kiss each other. Why not, right? You're best friends, how HAVEN'T you tried before? If your relationship is as strong as you think it is, it won't mean anything, just a silly alcohol-induced memory for the future. But its hard when she's desperate, not in the right mind, feeling your tongue against hers. It's impossible to stop, grabbing at the back of your hair to deepen the kiss with intensity. The hitch she uses to cover up the desperate sigh she lets out doesn't work, and she prays you're not coherent enough to feel how intentional she is, how hungry she is.

She pushes you back on the couch, relishing in the warmth of your body as you slowly feel out her lips, unsure and still feeling off at kissing someone you've shared beds and unhealed emotional wounds with.

"Does this feel good?" She asks, wanting to make sure you're pleased, that maybe she can do something right and get what she wants too. Her thighs encase yours as she's practically holding you hostage, fingers entwined in your limp ones, kisses falling down your neck as you forget how to answer. It feels too raw, too full of desire to just be a drunken kiss, a drunken hickey, a drunken hand up your shirt. But you can't deny it-- that odd tension, the one you've noticed for a long time becoming broken, it felt good. Even when she sucked face with someone random at a party as a defense ploy, never too far away from you, she was never like this-- never all-devouring, savoring the salty taste of your skin, almost crying from the release of getting to touch you like this, while you're awake.

"Just give me this-- please," She's desperate, never having asked you for anything as she kisses your wet lips between words. And how can you say no? Your best friend, desperate for you to give her something so simple, something she's been desiring for a long time. It's the least you could do, right?

[honeypot-sapphic]

Support your local sapphic, cover their tits in hickeys!

[asterinthewritten]

y'all as much as i ship mavuika and capitano, i cannot deny that both of them have that fruity vibe. i don't think either of them care about the gender of their lover, just as long as they can...keep up.

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

a silly little sapphic animatic for u :) <3

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[VIDEO ID: A short clip consisting of four illustrated panels. In the first panel, a woman wearing a purply-orange shirt, a nose piercing, and a pearl necklace looks down and to the side, seemingly deep in thought. She has black wavy hair that comes to her shoulders, brown eyes, and medium-dark skin. In the next panel, her eyes shift to look at the viewer, and she's smiling slightly. In the third panel, the woman has turned fully towards the viewer and is smiling. In the fourth and final panel, a different woman (sketched, no rendering or colour) looks towards the viewer (she's intended to be looking at the first woman). She has longer wavy hair and wears an expression of adoration/reverence. Sketched pink lines extend out from behind the second woman's head. Audio from the Magnus Archives plays in the background: "I never understood the phrase 'like a deer in the headlights' until she looked me in the eyes for the first time". END OF VIDEO ID]

[hor7ysl4t]

I crave her fingers deep inside me, making me shake till i cry for her to stop.