#lesbian eroticism

[emerynn-art]

god's least favourite girl

#homura akemi #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #madoka #been thinking about her recently idk #lesbian icon for the ages #the inherent eroticism of the timeloop...yh #also if you saw this post me to the wrong blog no you didnt xx

[thunderbottle]

thank the earth and all the stars for trans lesbian sex

#😎🤘 #art #idk how to tag this one. uh. enjoy? #this is self indulgent but hey i hope it indulges you too #lesbians #eroticism #for FUN #YIPPEE

[goodgirl4daddy4evr]

Hypnotized lesbian sucks Priest off before her wedding

Tw: religious abuse. Are you gay? Have you been told you're going to hell for being gay? Does that trigger you?

I was given this prompt by @kingofobsidian 🥵

I was getting ready for my big day. I wasn't sure it would ever come. Or include me in a dress, marrying another woman in a dress, in her family's church. Her parents took her to a very open and affirming church that my soon to be wife felt safe coming out in when she was a teenager and now felt joy to return to so we could celebrate our love. I hadn't been to church in a while but we'd been doing counseling with the priest in preparation for marriage. He was so nice, I really felt like I could be open with him about my fears and insecurities. It helped us talk about them as a couple. We each would have our own recordings to listen to about marriage and the commitment we were making. I would always zone out listening though so I'm not sure how helpful they really were. My finance felt the same.

I was in the recreational area bathroom when I asked my maid of honor and friends to give me some time alone to reflect. My strapless dress was not staying up over my titties that well, we had to use some tape and I was fiddling with it when I noticed it in the mirror again. I'm startled out my headspace of frustration at my chest's incompatibility with strapless tops when there's a knock at the bathroom door. "Hello, Becki? It's Father Tom. I just wanted to check in on you. May I come in?"

I look at myself in the mirror, my bleached blonde hair half up, and share a confused look with myself before turning towards the door. Father Tom looked like he always did, all in black with his white collar poking out. Now that I think about, I don't remember if he has to change too. He smiles and chuckles, looking at my chest.

"Oh Becki, your dress is a little lopsided."

"Ugh, is it really that noticeable?" I turn back to the mirror and inspect the dress while I notice my worried look. Father Tom comes up behind me and I don't notice he's reaching out to touch me until he is. I look up in the mirror to see him tower above me and his hands on my shoulders. His eyes are starting at my titties in the mirror.

As if his stares could cause it, the tape finally unstuck on one side and most of my left titty popped out.

"Oh my God!" I cover my nipple. I look at him. I turn around. "Oh my- my- ah I'm sorry Father! I'm sorry I just- I'm just sorry!"

His hands came to lay on my back now and he's smiling again. "Oh Becki, sweet girl, you have nothing to apologize for." He looks into my eyes very intensely while mine are searching his face for an answer as to why.

"Remember, Becki? Remember?"

And that's when I drop my hand. I do remember. I look into Father Tom's eyes. They look so deep.

"Don't you remember, Becki? From your recordings? You know what marriage between two women is about don't you? Don't you remember, Becki?"

"It's about serving cocks together. It's when lesbians become a package deal for superior men. Women can't satisfy each other's needs. Only cock can."

"Ohh yes, you do remember, Becki."

That's when I feel myself pushed to the floor on my knees looking up at the first man I would ever service. In my wedding dress. Waiting for him to marry me to another woman.

He's unbuckling his belt as he speaks. "Now Becki, this will be just your first taste of cock. You'll be coming back every week for your sacrament, Becki, I want you to remember." His thumb rubs on my lower lip. "Now Becki, remember those recordings? I want you to think back to what they said, Becki."

"Start slow first. Lick all up and down. The wetter the better. Suck on the head. Suck on the balls. Use your hands. Open your throat."

He pets my hair before taking out his cock. I can't believe it. It's so much bigger than I thought they could be! It's like big tits! Big cocks only exist in porn! But I have big tits. Oh my god, do regular men have big cocks?

"Becki, remember..."

Father Tom moves his cock closer to my face I can't stop staring at it, it's so beautiful and I want it in my mouth so bad. I wanna suck and slobber all over it and suck his cum out so he put it all over my tits. I bounce and grind as I move forward and grab the base of his cock to lick all over his cock and get him nice and wet for my mouth.

"Oh! Becki I'm so glad your training took. I'll have to talk to your new wife after I marry you. Make sure her training took as well. You're both so beautiful. Made for taking cock. To marry you both would be sin if I did not claim you for my own. You thoughtless women denying your purposes. You should be grateful that I've saved your souls. I'm going to bless you with my holy seed and you'll need to receive this sacrament daily."

I look up with my big eyes, "Thank you, Father." and I take him in my mouth. I suck on the tip of his cock with my hand rubbing the base. I swirl my tongue around his head, tracing the part right where the head meets the shaft. When he puts his hand on the back of my head I suck him deeper. And deeper. And then my hand doesn't fit. I bob my head sucking from as close to the base as I can get to the bottom on the head and up and down and up and down. And hold. And up and down and up and down and up down. And hold.

It's when I start to juggle his balls that he grabs my head with two hands and begins to thrust in earnest. I finally understand what facefucking is. He's just using my mouth. Using my mouth to cum. He thrusts and thrusts and slows down and rolls his hips and thrusts and thrusts. Both my titties have fallen out of my dress and drool is dripping onto them from my mouth. My eyes are starting to water and it's starting to hurt. I'm making all these noises choking on his cock, looking up at him. He's staring at me.

"Look at me, Becki, look at me. Look at the man that has saved you. You will be blessed! Ohhh I'm putting it on your tits! I'm putting it on your tits!"

He lets go and I cough and gasp and catch my breath and look at him as he rubs his cock and lines up his cock head in the middle of my cleavage.

"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, take your daily blessing, and may it cleanse you."

He unloaded his milky gooey white cream all over my flushed red titties. Spurt after spurt came out, more than I thought was supposed to happen. After he finished milking his cock I held up my titties to show off to him and he put his cock between my titties and rubbed his cum around.

"Ohh Becki, my child, I'm so glad I saved your soul for the Kingdom of Heaven."

He takes a step back and pulls out his phone from his pocket. I'm a little dazed when I hear the camera sound.

He chuckles "Now we can clean you up for your bride. Let's fix that dress."

#face fvcking #hypnosis #brainwashing #lesbian conversion #lgetsd #fucked str8 #cheating kink #religion kink #priest kink #eroticism #text post #idk what kind of church this is okay

[cosmicabsurdism]

funny but objectively toxic ship. narrator♣️slayer♣️princess

#slay the princess #auspisticism #but also something something you are the only things in the world and you hate each other for it but if any of you *leave* then god you will #be so lonely #also in this the slayer is the middle leaf #oh also the inherent eroticism between the mad scientist and the being it split into two #furthermore they are lesbians. to ME.

[strwbi-laces]

Prongsfoot tattoos!!

Look what you lot did @achilleslikespeas @plecotusauritus @samdaydreams

Random sleepover in the middle of summer when they’re both 16. They’d talked about it but neither of them planned it to happen tonight til James pulls out a tattoo needle and some ink. They sneak downstairs to find where Effie hides her tequilla, saying they need it to sterilise the needle but most of its gone by the time they set up.

Sirius goes first, pulling her top up and lying down. They chose matching sun and star tattoos, easy ones to start with. She says she wants it on her ribs but James worries that’ll hurt so she starts with really gentle pricks til Sirius swats her and says to do it properly.

James can’t get the angle right with Sirius’ tits in the way so she holds it up and out of the way. Whenever Sirius squeezes her eyes shut cause it hurts, James rubs her thumb over her nipple and whispers “It’s alright, don’t be a baby.” Sirius continues to be a baby.

For James’ turn, she wants it on her sternum so Sirius decides the best way to do this is to straddle her. She’s not gentle at all. She bends over so her face is an inch away from James’ chest and every so often Sirius looks up at her through her eyelashes and James just stares cause Sirius never put her top back on and she looks really hot holding a needle.

James tries to pretend it doesn’t hurt but the needle is too big and scary and she flinches every time it comes near. Sirius distracts her by running her ice cold hands down James’ sides and up her abs. James is paying too much attention to the fact that Sirius’ hand is on her side boob to look at the needle.

Both the tattoos end up with lines that are patchy and jagged but they keep them like that even after they’re old enough to go to a proper parlour.

(This ran away from me a bit)

#mm I should call her #when in doubt i default to tattoos #the inherent eroticism of tattooing each other #lesbian prongsfoot #prongsfoot #james potter #sirius black

[proustianrevelry]

Everybody posts about the meet-cute and the honeymoon phase, but the real Eleanor/Theo chemistry is after they start accusing each other of faking creepy unexplained phenomena for clout, when Eleanor starts reliving her mom care trauma and starts thinking of Theo as a pathetic needy parasite.

I would like to hit her with a stick, Eleanor thought

I would like to batter her with rocks

"Nell?" Theodora looked up at her and smiled. "I really am sorry, you know," she said.

I would like to watch her dying, Eleanor thought, and smiled back and said, "Don't be silly."

#shirley jackson #the eroticism of passive aggressive toxic female friendships #where are the cannibalism aesthetic girlies this seems like the sort of thing they enjoy #the haunting of hill house (book) #the blogging of hill house #lesbian

[horrorlesbians]

Have you looked into (old) lesbian cinema?

i haven't, i have a couple on my watchlist that I wanna check out. i really need to get into older cinema in general also, if you/anyone has any recommendations id LOVE them

#written in blood #some of my favorite lesbian/homoerotic horror movies are older horror movies #modern lesbians in horror idk...its bland...there is no eroticism it doesn't hit the same

[pastinawitheggs]

moldgirl for lesbian day today

#art #artists on tumblr #mold #moldgirl #body horror #eye horror #eyes #cw eye contact #mine #myart #kae's art #made w csp #all of you eroticize mildew. NOW #cw unsanitary #kind of late for lesbian day but we were busy earlier :(

[sourskytears]

my body is hers

i’ve kissed her so many times, it feels, that my tongue has become a stranger within my own mouth.

i’ve touched her so many times, this must mean, that the curves of her body, and the softness of her skin, has become more familiar than the crevices of my own hand.

you’d think i’d ever get used to it, her familiar lips, the melodic sound of her moans that i hear even in my sleep. you’d think my body would no longer set ablaze at the sight of her open mouth and flushed cheeks, swollen lips and breathless chest.

but without fail, when my dearest graces me with her touch, it feels as though my soul is feeling a new kind of pleasure.

therefore, my body is hers.

#poetry #lesbian #yearning #art #sapphic #wlw #poem #eroticism #homoerotic

[blood-choke]

I really love how you write vampires, the way you write them is like everything I love about vampires in fiction <3

#thank you :') #i have been consumed by vampires its the Themes the Metaphors the Eroticism #i get it now #and you know how they say be the change you want to see etc etc #i WILL write the nasty bloody hungry vampires that we deserve <3 #and the lesbians also. #ask #anonymous

[dyke-a-saur-writes]

Bones and all. She slurped, chewed, crunched, and tore with jagged fingernails, breath uneven, blood smeared ear to ear. I love you, she cried, over and over. I love you, I love you, I love you. I know, she replied, offering up her entire arm, smiling softly as she let her consume her, and truly take, and take, and take.

When her teeth finally hit bone, she glared at her, eyes full of clarity, and she was ashamed. The meal lay placid, shivering, sweaty, glaze-eyed. Shame, an ancient and powerful feeling. How fitting, that the history of eating that which we shouldn’t is as long as the history of recoiling, shrinking, and shriveling up on oneself.

What’s the matter? Don’t I taste amazing? Do you not wish to keep eating?

You’re sick. You’re sick, sick, sick. And she grabbed her coat. Where do you think you’re going? You’ve still got blood on your face. There was. And blood on the carpet. And on the drapes. And on the bed. God the bed.

“Adah,” she murmured. “Come here.” And because she could not deny her, deny herself, deny her hunger, she came. And would keep coming back. She stumbled, hair matted, makeup smudged, tearstreaked. She shambled, blood and meat sloshing in her belly. She fell, mightily, head first into the still mauled, still bleeding, still smiling Monique’s lap.

“What’s wrong with me?” whimpered the glutton, blood caked fingernails fisting into the meal's white dress.

“You love,” whispered Monique, stroking the lover’s hair over and over, finger detangling, taking her time with knots as coiled tight as their owner’s shame. “You are a lover.”

“What else?”

“Nothing.”

Adah tore herself away from the meat of her meal’s thighs. She turned again and grabbed her coat.

“Goodbye, Monique.”

“Goodbye, Lover.”

Lover exits stage left.

#bandaid-writes #Idfk... Something Something...Inherent Sapphicism of Cannibalism...Queer love and consumption #sapphic #lesbian #wlw writing #cannibalism #but make it gay #reflection on only feeling like some to give love #and not wanting anything else #how that eroticism erodes the ability to be whole outside a relationship #idfk man #interpret this as you will #tw gore #? #actually adding more reflections #lover is who I became after allowing someone I cared for to hurt me again and again #it’s how I never digested past hurt or emotions from a variety of former relationships #and overindulged in love or what I thought love was #and I came away from that feeling less than human each time #like my partners were reverent beautiful beings #and I was a hungry monster consuming them to feel human at all #might make a follow up?