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Kitten and Blissful Queer Femme Revelry

Sapphic Slumber Party #7 (2021)

We just uploaded all 6 issues of Volume 9 of On Our Backs to the Internet Archive! We've been fortunate enough to have the opportunity to digitize a large collection of issues and have been slowly working through what we have, and we're hoping to upload more before long, and we're so excited to make more issues accessible to people online again!

If you know anything about the magazine's history since it was discontinued, you know there's been a lot of fighting over censorship and who has the right to access these essential pieces of S/M dyke culture. We'd love to post these and have no problem preserving access to them over time, but we want to plan for the possibility of censorship, so we want to ask for your help.

Download the files to these issues, and any other issue you can find (the rest of the publicly available issues we're aware of are included in our pinned post), save the file to an external hard drive, post it as a separate upload in other archives or anywhere you know of to share files like these. Make art from the scans, share screenshots on social media, show your friends. We'd love a link to help people find our archive and our page to support our work and see what else we do, but the important thing is that we get these scans to as many places as possible so it's impossible to completely wipe them off the internet.

tilting his face back toward mine. “i want to see you, please.”

him going red. hand slowing.

“don’t stop.” pressing a kiss to his cheek. “keep going. i just want to watch.”

him swallowing. hand starting to move again. slower now.

watching his hips shift. “does it feel good?”

him nodding. not trusting his voice.

“good.” pressing closer. watching everything. “you’re doing so well.” feeling him relax slightly into the praise. hand moving a little less carefully now. a little more eagerly. “that’s it.” cooed at him. “just like that.”

watching him get more desperate. less controlled. the sounds starting despite himself.

“your hand isn’t enough is it?” watching his hips stutter. “it’s okay… you can tell me.”

him shaking his head. too embarrassed to say it.

“aww.” stroking his cheek. “you’ve been trying so hard though.” watching his hips chase his own hand. “but i think we both know what you actually need right now.” tilting his face up. making him look at me. “hands out of the boxers, baby. and ask me properly.”

watching him hesitate. then slowly pull his hand free.