bloodsisters (1995) dir. michelle handelman

Can I post this here? ☀️

photography by efrain john gonzalez

Reading this in a couple hours at Good Vibrations in SF. #bigbookoforgasms

Late night femme thoughts

Driving with your butch after dark, the lights of the dash casting a faint glow in the cabin as you make your way down deserted streets, and then feeling her hand reach over to you, caressing. Her knuckles shift and tendons dance as her fingers glide over the inside of your thighs, then squeeze. A firm, wide grip… firm and knowing. You can feel her need coursing through her fingertips and feel a jolt go through you. The amber street lights give only glimpses of your lover’s hand as you drive past. You could have sworn you saw a smirk flash across her face but just as quickly as the light reveals it, it’s gone, covered in darkness again. Not a word has been spoken. Not a sound. Just the sensation of her squeezing harder before her fingers begin to roam once more, up and up, making their way towards your needy cunt. You wonder dimly if she can feel the heat emanating from inside you. Can she tell just how wet you are from there? Almost as if on cue, you suddenly feel two warm fingers slip behind the damp, thin cloth separating butch from femme. You feel your lips parting and then two fingers slide effortlessly over your clit. It’s slick and swollen and it jumps at her touch. Traitor. A small, animal-like noise escapes your mouth involuntarily and you hear her chuckle softly in the dark. The car slows to a stop and you realize then that you’ve arrived. She turns to face you, meeting your gaze, raises one cocky brow, and asks in a low, husky voice, “inside?” Though you can’t be sure what she’s asking, even in your heady state you know your answer is the same. Yes. Yes. Yes.

hello handsome, can i take you out tonight? ❤️

Butch boyfriend who yearns to suffocate on my pussy while I take shaky polaroids of his head fucked in between my thighs, as I lie on my back or ride his face.

Every once in a while, pulling away by sinking a couple of fingers into his fresh cut, running a single nail across his scalp.

One small 'tug' later, and the room is filled with the sweetest, most desperate sounds, as I delightely watch him squirm and whine under any type of attention.

Taking my time to admire from his clouded eyes, – pupils fully blown – to his nose, cheeks and chin glistening with a mix of pussy and drool, a string of spit connecting his tongue to my cunt.

Come on, baby boy, look up, let me see.

Smile for the camera, beautiful.

Gorgeous. Breath-taking.

Who's my good boy?

My thumb finds its way inside his mouth, hungry lips instantly closing around, eager to be of service.

My boy now nothing but an aching needy little thing, humping the mattress underneath our bodies.

so soft ✨

“Freya #9” 2016, - Amber Harrison-Smith

Japanese vinyl on handmade paper, series of 14

Prints available here | postcards

just crying about this lovely butch archive i just stumbled across & the fact there’s a stone section <3

this post is i think over two years old & i think darcy the person who made the archive stopped updating it like over a year ago…. & people keep saying the link isnt working which there is nothing i can do about ! but if you want to try to access some more info about this darcy made a zine about making the archive/the archive itself which i dont think you can buy rn but you might be able to at some point so here is the link / info to that