Wlw Concepts - Blog Posts

I shouldn’t be allowed to aimlessly scroll on Twitter or tumblr istg….

One second I’m liking fan arts of my favourite ships, the next I’ve soaked my boxers and wanting to hump my hand while whining into my pillow….😔😔

AND IM ALL ALONE!!!

I wanna be someone’s chew toy…

Literally…wanna be covered in marks from a pretty girl just going to town nomming at me lmao

All over, back, arms, thighs, chest, hips, the lot…

I have the urge to bite and chew on someone 🤭🤭🤭

NEED RN RN👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

fucking a femme in the back of my car when?

need to force her to cum more times than her cunt can take

need her whining my name as she cries

need her cum leaking on my seats as she takes my cock

need to grope her perfect tits as i breed her

need need need

christ i’m wet

Ohhh nooo…don’t dooo ittt….

(Please do it, it’s hot as fuck lmao)

noooo dont tug on my carabiner that's an erogenous zone

Need bites from a pretty girl…like literally all over me…

btw bites from a femme will cure all illnesses.

*bites you. bites you. bites you.*

Where’s a girl to do this for me??

femme as in i wear short dresses with no panties in the summer so a butch can have me whenever they want

Let me lay back, arms behind my head as I watch you ride me so well, pretty girl…

Save a pillow, ride a butch.

THIS^^!!!

Should be more talked about…

You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?

That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.

You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?

I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.

You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?

No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.

Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.

Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.

People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.

Voice kink going crazy rn….

Need to hear this so much rn…but simultaneously this is also me whenever I strap someone…like I can’t remain quite…like please??…..

im obsessed with butches/studs/mascs who strap you down and moan like they can feel it too like holy fuck yes let me hear you baby

Wanna wake a pretty girl up by fucking my fingers into her lil cunt….

woke my femme up with my fingers inside her, bitch hasnt stopped smiling all day <3

Uh huh uh huh yes….i love a yapper so so much…just let me sit back and listen as you yap away about ANYTHING and you’ll have my heart forever….

why does people info-dumping turn me into a love-stricken dumbass. like. i'll be listening to a girl yapping about what's on her mind or her interests or whatever else, and suddenly I have a painful urge to make out with her under the moonlight. what's up with that

As someone with a voice kink….I wanna be hearing this sm….

craving being talked to like this:

"on ur knees"

"good girl"

"look at me"

"use ur words"

"say it louder"

"dont make me ask again"

"beg for it"

"say please"

"thats my pretty girl"

"just like that"

"come here"

"you're mine"

"dont move"

"im proud of u"

Uh huh uh huh yes yea yes I agree I agree I agree….

My foreplay is knowing about your day, your work gossip, your family issues and you mental trauma. Yes baby, empty your brain, loosen up your pent-up tension, admit how vulnerable you are and let me turn the rough fucking into your daily therapy.

THIS!!! Little things like this make my heart melt…

Getting good morning and good night text is as good as sexting. Knowing you are the first thought when she woke up and last when she goes to bed.

Need to do this to a pretty girl….but also have it done to me yknow….

need to baby her while I stretch her out with my fingers 💔

Things like this make we wanna cry (or scream)…need someone to just be gentle with me 😭😭😭🫠

speaking to her softly and playing with her hair

I have a thing wir cockwarming recently…i don’t know…

Not even the reading part (although yes to that too), just the idea of a pretty girl in my lap, soaking the front of my jeans as she warms me and we cuddle and kiss lazily…..

Reading her smut like bedtime stories as she falls asleep while cockwarming me.

Need to do this to a needy lil thing…wanna mark up their neck as they’re squirming in my lap, make sure everybody knows they’re mine for days after…

Who’s ready to crawl into my lap and grind on my thigh like a filthy little slut, while I grab your throat and sink my teeth into your neck and tell you about how badly I want to ruin you?

girls can be so confusing sometimes, like is she flirting or is she being friendly

i’m going to bring you on a roller skating date one day. we’re gonna rent the skates at the little desk with the old painted counter. i’ll hold your hands because you don’t really know how to skate and i used to go all the time. the wooden floors will be all worn down and scratched but that’s what makes it fun. the place is going to play bad pop music from the early 2000s but that’s okay it’s part of the skating experience. we will both probably fall because we were trying to hold on to each other but would we want it any other way ? definitely not

i want to go on an early morning painting date with someone. it’d be a picnic and there would still be dew on the ground getting the blanket wet. we’d have strawberry iced tea and some clementines to snack on. we’d share a clementine by breaking off a piece and giving it to the other. at the end we would have nice paintings of the surroundings. and some badly painted ones too but that’s what makes it fun.

i want to have a porch with a swing and candles and lanterns. there will be hanging plants and there will be lightning bugs. it’ll be late august before i work at a high school in a small town somewhere in the north east. i’ll be happy and listening to the sound of bugs. idk if anyone will be there with me but that’s okay.

i want to give you rose scented candles. personally i don’t like the smell of rose that much but i have the idea of us being old ladies together and they always smell of rose. when we’re old together we’re gonna have windows with the diamond shaped panes and there’s gonna be flowy curtains. we’re gonna be happy i promise that.

concept: we’re in a small house in new england and because the house is really old we end up snuggling. it’s snowing outside and there’s a power outage so we put out a lot of candles. we fall asleep in a blanket fort we made on our living room floor and wake up to cold air and bright sun.

concept: we go on a road trip in my car and we find a park and decide to sleep there because it’s getting late. we wake up and the windows are opened with harsh warm light and cold morning air coming through. i’m awake because the sun woke me but you’re still cuddled into your pillow with the light hitting your face. i wish that my brain could know this moment like a camera knows a photograph but you wake up and mock me for staring. that’s okay though because i love you.

what if we find the ugliest pajamas at the goodwill off the interstate, we come home to pretend to be really fancy. we eat soup out of the good bowls and have soda in wine glasses. we do fake bad accents and speak like shakespeare.

concept: i get my drivers license and then i come to your house to pick you up. we go to the grocery store, it’s nine at night so the store is soon to closing, and we buy those cake slices in plastic containers. we sit in my car in the parking lot, you connect to bluetooth because i like your music taste and eat cake while it starts to rain. nothing else matters because nothing else feels real.

imagine taking your long distance girlfriend on a hometown date where you get to show her your favorite places and where you used to hangout with your friends after school and going to dinner at your old favorite diner hnn

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

(pls hmu or talk to me, or ask me questions, let's through some ideas around, mdni with my blog thnx 🤍)

If Lydia and Cynthia don’t get a happy ending I will sob (I know the whole lesbian thing is bound to fail because cmon the show is set in the 50s but please I need this)