(Source: erosum)
*swoons*
My clit is tingling
<3
Thursday 3
She asked for more scissoring this time. “It’s been in my little heart constantly since February. I love the feeling of you against me there.” How could I not comply?
We weren’t in a rush this time, we played around with different angles, different positions. Scissoring is so intimate, such girly fun. There’s something so blushy and primal about being so wound up that you’re literally grinding against each other, slick and panting.
When she got on top he could tell we found the rhythm we were looking for because our tiny moans became desperate gasps.
Our pace quickened, we gripped each others thighs, pressure mounting. “I’ve never come from scissoring before,” was the last thought in my mind before I could feel myself starting to unravel.
It felt so good, her clit rubbing right against mine, wet flesh on wet flesh. I started to shake and she gripped me tighter and I squirted. I could feel it splash against her pussy and drip down between my legs. “Oh God Heart,” she cried out as she pressed against me harder, I could barely breathe. As she came she rocked against me and it was all too much, eyes wide I came too.
This dress was inspired by the student in my sociology class who thought that all feminists were hairy and butch. I just want to make sure that everyone knows that a feminist can wear whatever the fuck she or he (or both or neither) feels like wearing. My sociology professor loved the dress and she gave me extra credit! I used a potato stamp to make the print, I used a vintage pattern to make the dress, and I embroidered the phrase “This is what a feminist looks like” on the bodice.
I give this an A+
