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An Association With Pleasure

“Pleasure is a drug, sweetie,” Wynonna whispers in Dahlia’s ear. She’s the only one whose mouth is still unoccupied; Betty Lu is sucking on Dahlia’s pert pink nipple until it stands up stiff and proud in between the other blonde’s lips, long enough for Betty’s wet tongue to flick over it again and again with a dancing rhythm that leaves the helpless young woman wetter than she ever thought possible. And Charlene is down on all fours with her face buried in between Dahlia’s thighs, licking away the musk almost as fast as it leaks out between her labia with a diligence that makes everything fade away into a haze of mindless bliss. That just leaves Wynonna to do the programming. But she’s very good at it.

“You can feel that drug coursing through your blood with every heartbeat now, every throbbing pulse of your swollen clitty.” The brunette’s voice is soft and sweet, with a lilting Southern purr that tickles the sensitive skin around Dahlia’s neck and makes her shiver with arousal. “It’s going straight up to your brain, making you feel weak and drowsy and addicted to being fucked like this. Every time you try to struggle, sweetie, every time you try to resist us even a little, you’re going to feel another hit of that deep, strong pleasure all the way in the center of your mind and you’re going to know that you can’t fight us. Pretty soon you won’t even want to try.”

Dahlia wants to spit back defiance, to tell the others that she’s a good Christian girl with good Christian values and she doesn’t care how easy they fell victim to this, this… this lesbian sex cult or whatever the fuck the ‘Southern Women’s Service Association’ really is. But her breath keeps hitching in her throat every time Wynonna teases her nipples with those strong, precise fingers and her efforts to break free are indistinguishable from her wriggling, needy attempts to hump Charlene’s face and she can’t seem to open her eyes anymore. She’s getting weaker. She’s being drugged by the pleasure just like Wynonna said she would, and it’s just too hard to fight it anymore. “It’s such a perfect high, cumming for us, isn’t it, sweetie pie?” Wynonna murmurs, and Dahlia feels her head lolling in a lazy nod.

“That’s such a good girl!” Wynonna coos, the other woman redoubling the intensity of their oral ministrations as though the whole thing has been perfectly choreographed. For all Dahlia knows, it has been; certainly all of her friends seem to know just what to do and how to lick and where to touch to make Dahlia melt into a warm puddle of slick, needy lust on the clubhouse couch. The scent of sex fills the room, a hazy mist that sends her deeper into arousal and obedience with every breath. She never knew her body was capable of feeling this good. She never wants them to stop making it feel better still.

Dahlia cums again, another in a string of orgasms that she’s long ago lost count of. Her brain swims in a sea of pleasure, the hazy afterglow mixing with the anticipation of her next climax and mingling with the waves of euphoria she feels at that moment to leave her wide open to the intimacy of her lesbian lovers. She feels good with them. She feels connected to them on a deep, primal level. “You’re addicted to us, sweetheart,” Wynonna says softly, and Dahlia doesn’t even know why she would want to argue anymore.

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Credit: @pet_foolery

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Slavic Cossack dancing known as Hopak 

Warning: Do not try this at home unless you were born with super Slavic knee strength 

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‪I have so many interests but can never start on any of them. Or, I keep starting projects just to abandon them half way through. More contradicting ADHD things (that drive me nuts)‬

‪Almost through with the year! I’m planning a fun themed January, I hope you’ll enjoy it! (RSD is fun, right?). Please consider supporting me on patreon if you like my comics :)

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okay you know that scan/photo of a teen girl’s diary entry that goes like “wore yellow dress today. chris keeps trying to talk to me even though he KNOWS i’m not interested! ugh! man landed on moon.” anyway that’s the mood

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Sometimes Pintrest has goldmine comments like this.

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Look, I like a homemade cheese sauce as much as the next dweeb, but a lot of food blogs’ insistence that it’s not a real mac and cheese unless the cheeses you’re using are older than God is just perplexing. Like, if I’m making mac and cheese, I’m not looking to have my palate challenged. Maybe your idea of comfort food tastes like getting punched in the mouth by a dairy farmer, but I’m not that dedicated to the cheese experience.

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“Kind-hearted cop helps cat cross the road”

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"Victorian dress" costumes are so fucking funny. Victoria was queen for six decades. In two hundred years party city is going to sell "second elizabethan era" costumes with 2000s low-rise jeans and 80s hair and a 50s blouse call it "historical costume 20th century Y2K Elizabethan hippie cold war vintage girl sexy" and I am ready

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she’s doing god’s work

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I want to make someone cum like that

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once you see it, itll be hard to once again see the dinosaur 

tbh id rather see the dinosaur