Some Leather And Denim From Drawing The Line: Lesbian Sexual Politics On The Wall

i cannot stop thinking about roughhousing. i want tickling and laughing that turns into wrestling that gets a little more serious and heated, until one of us is pinned down, both breathing hard and making out and thighs pressed in between each others legs and hickeys and bite marks all over and trying so hard not to be the one that cums first and failing, ending up getting fucked hard by the winner until you’re so drunk on all your orgasms you couldn’t fight back if you tried

it’s not fair, I should be cumming inside a cute dyke with my strap rn

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

my boyfriend was fucking me other day and said “oh baby you have such a pretty cock… and it’s all mine” and i just nodded and they were like “no baby i wanna hear you say it….” and i said “i’m all yours” and they stopped fucking me and held my head up and said “no… i wanna hear you say you have a pretty cock” … i die everytime the fuck me jesus christ

over the weekend my bf and i went away and we decided to experiment with piss holding control… jesus christ it was so hot

they kept giving me water and then like pressing on my bladder to check and were like im worried i have to do more of an examine and like pulled my boxer to the side to play with my dick

when i was begging they let me go kneel in the shower and put a collar on me so i was pulled up by the neck to look at them and beg them to me go…they wouldn’t let me but kept pushing on me til i pissed my pants in front of them…

then took me back to spank me and fuck me as punishment for not listening

stills from Fatale Media’s Bathroom Sluts (1991)

yeah you caught me im actually in the pocket of Big Body Hair. they're paying me crazy amounts of money to brainwash impressionable women into ruining their bodies by not shaving their legs.

transitioning is a hell of a drug ,,, what the fuck do you mean i was anorexic for 10 years … today i’m bummed out bc i LOST weight… i just wanna be big and jacked….