a quick intro post before we get into the fun stuff

i needed a place to store the majority of my filthy lesbian pitt thoughts that’s not my main blog and so here we are!

there will be stuff on here that some may find uncomfortable and i’ll tag appropriately but please feel free to politely reach out if you think i’ve missed a tw tag you’d like me to add!

asks are open and thoughts, requests etc are welcome but please don’t expect an instantaneous reply!

obviously this is an 18+ space and minors/ageless blogs will be blocked

and lastly absolutely no m/m or f/m will be welcome in asks or on this page! including genderbending, this is strictly a wlw space! this includes it being a safe space for trans folk!

figures she might as well continue down this path as she dips down to kiss vic hard in her bed. she’s not sure why, when they break and vic stares up at her wide eyes a little glassy with arousal that she asks, vadi…is this your first time?

she shouldn’t have asked it or maybe she should’ve and asked it in another way or maybe she shouldn’t be sprawled out on top of a med student 20 years younger than her

but she asks and feels vic go still under her, and then the snappy sort of indignation she sees from her every so often when people question her abilities because of her age

does it matter, vic says and then quieter, just as harsh, yes. it is.

it doesn’t help the twisted guilt running in tandem alongside her own arousal when she feels her stomach swoop with want at the confirmation. god she’s so fucked.

what she hadn’t anticipated was that cassie was much more interested in doing the fucking rather than getting fucked. had eaten samira out, knelt at her feet, barely through the door to cassie’s apartment. then samira straddling cassie on the sofa, cassie working three of her fingers inside of her

ah, slow down, samira tuts, emery’s hair wrapped around her fist, forcing the surgeon’s head back, you’ve forgotten your manners, samira can see the faint shine of slick around emery’s mouth, a barely there glimmer of it from where the surgeon, having been made to wait on her knees as samira undressed, had dived between her legs the moment she’d sat down on the sofa

i’m sorry, please, please, please, mira, baby, emery begs, hands twitching with the need to touch her, god it goes straight to her clit that emery is so easy for her, so willing to shelve that ego of hers just to get a taste, need to make you feel good

hm, you need it that bad, em? samira muses, untangling her hand from emery’s hair, to scratch at the base of her neck, you want to use those talented hands on me? emery nods, leans in marginally, and then deflates all at once when samira shakes her head, genuinely looks close to tears. no, tugs at emery’s hair once more to get her to tilt her head up, the gorgeous strain of her neck, so samira can look down on her properly, mouth only tonight i think, if i feel your hands, you can sit on the other side of the room and watch me instead, are we clear?

pulling back the shower curtain to see vic fucking back onto a dildo suctioned to the wall, caught wide eyed half way down the toy

cassie simply strips, and steps under the water, keep going, i love a shower with a show, and vic starts moving again, hesitantly because there’s no way cassie is letting her get away with this so easily

trinity is over an hour late when she finally get home, and she can see vic’s car parked up outside as she hurries up to her apartment

practically flings her work bag across the entranceway and kicks off her shoes as she slams the door behind herself, hurrying into the bedroom without knocking and stops dead in her tracks

vic is splayed out on her bed, slowly working their biggest plug into her, mouth parted with little strained breaths, couldn’t have waited for me? trinity asks, vic shudders as the widest part of the plug slips in, base nestling between her cheeks

just getting warmed up for you trin, i know how impatient you can be vic teases, and trinity moves around to get a better view, can see how wet she is, can see, when vic dutifully pulls her knees up towards her chest, the plug sat prettily inside her

she gets ready in record time, showered and clean because she’s not bringing hospital germs onto her bed no matter how enticing the woman on it is, then tightening the harness low around her hips, their smallest strap, bought purposefully for this attached to it

flips vic over, onto her hands and knees, pulls gently at the plug just to hear her moan, and then again, breathe baby, pulls firmer, til it slips out of her, leaves her ass ready for her to fuck

an extremely generous squirt of lube, and then the tip, pressing against the rim, you ready? a slightly bratty thumbs up thrown over a shoulder in response and then trinity pushes in

slow, so slow, let’s vic adjust as she needs, reaching round to pet at her clit as she rocks into her, giving her sparks of pleasure as she goes, doing so good vic, almost there

vic’s squirming now, she loves this feeling, the fullness of it all, but it always takes a moment for her to settle into it, helped along by trinity’s fingers fluttering over her clit as she goes

it feels like forever until trinity is fully inside, looking down in awe as vic takes her entire strap in her ass. pulls the cheeks apart just a little, just to look, a drizzle of lube more where they’re connected together, to ease the next part

a squeeze to her hip and then, thank you, fuck, i love you vic, letting me fuck you like this, so perfect, gonna start moving now, lemme know how it feels

and it’s meant as a reminder to check in, to tell trinity if there’s something wrong, but vic takes it literally, groans, head hanging low, as trinity begins to move, feels so good trin, can feel you everywhere

perhaps it’s stupid but it makes trinity preen, to know the vic trusts her with this, lets her do this, picks up the speed of her thrusts just as a touch, bends over to press kisses along the top of the other woman’s spine

she’s got her collar on, a dainty little thing that could pass as a necklace in a pinch, but emma knows, when she asks for it, that she just has to be good

and trinity knows she shouldn’t be turned on by this, listening to the muffled sounds, slides her hand down towards the apex of her thighs. and then not quiet at all, but clearly cassie needs to be heard over the way vic is moaning, baby you gotta be quiet, otherwise she’ll hear you

trinity isn’t sure what possesses her to type out a text to vic, one handed as her other hand works at her clit. either invite me to join next time or keep it down