Pride

In this queer-friendly episode we meet at a concert and get dirty in the bathroom. 

BE PROUD no matter who you are or whom you love! (Unless you're infringing on other people; don't fuck with that) A special thank you to $callywag for my inspiration.  

GO VOTE in your midterm elections!! 

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Transcript

Tyler the Creator (recording) 0:00
You said keep it short this is peach fuzz. Contact couple months then we out. You said keep it short this is peach fuzz. Contact couple months then we out. I just want to be your man.

Tiffany 0:23
Hello, this is Heathen Hippie speaking. [Giggle] Thank you for joining me for some relaxation and release. Bae and I started watching Madoka Magica and it’s so gay. [Giggle] I love it. As a queer person being queer and proud every month is such a vibe, I’m not only proud in June and you shouldn't be either! Be proud all year 'round! It’s still criminalized in multiple states to be gay, or to live outside of heterosexual norms with your partner. Love is love! So please remember to register to vote before the primaries, and ensure that everyone around you has the basic human right to love and live freely. Our song opener this week is Peach Fuzz by Tyler the Creator and our story is inspired by $callywag. It’s called Pride.

The music is loud. There’s no hearing one another even if we shout, so we let our bodies talk. At first you were in front of me, just a little wavy-haired babe cheering alongside the rest of us at this concert. The crowd pushed us closer. You look edgy, but you feel soft. As your hips wind back up against me and the beats set us into a jive, you glance at me and smile. It’s no accident when my hands slide up your hourglass hips and pull you against me harder. Between my legs tingles as you bend over slightly in front of me. My hand goes from your hip and it follows up the curve of your spine to the nape of your neck. I grasp your hair and grind you into my pelvis. I have you in an almost S shape dancing against me. [Giggle] I slide my leg between yours and you sit back onto my thigh. I’m so glad to be the focus of your wiggling, rotating, teasing all to the beat of music I love. 

You turn around to face me. Our arms wrap around each other’s shoulders and our legs scissor each other as we bump. My hands glide down your curved sides and I can feel my face flushed, my body starting to sweat, your thigh pressing up into the hem of the skirt that I wore. This is [Deep breath] a little too hot for the crowd, so I grab your hand and I begin to weave us through everyone, finding a bathroom. It’s single use, for families, queer individuals. It's handicapped accessible, so it's big.

I turn toward you. Our faces sit with wide toothy grins and smoke-stained eyes. We giggle and scoot inside. The door locks behind us. I glance around the mid concert bathroom. It’s in some state of disrepair, nothing a cleaning crew couldn’t handle. I'd complain about later though. 

Through the door, the music is muffled; we can talk now. “Thanks for being a dirty slut with me,” I say to you and motion to the bathroom around us. We’re still holding hands and I use that connection to guide you back against a wall. “Hawt queers were here,” is scrawled against the paint in sharpie. [Giggle] I point to it and you look up. I go for your neck. I go for your neck. My lips find hot, supple skin and they press softly at first. You open up your neck more and my mouth dives in. I start mimicking how I want to lick all of the sensitive spots on your body, opening my mouth wide next to your jugular and stroking the skin with my tongue. Up and down, pressing more intensely each time. You won't forget about me with this reminder tomorrow. I slurp [Slurp] and blow on the spot before I bite your earlobe. My hands sit on your waist and they start to slide up. 

“Suck on my titties please,” I ask you. I pout my lip and I press my breasts together underneath my shirt. I feel like I’m barely holding it together as your hands up slide up under the fabric. You push it up and place my nipple in your mouth.  [Giggle] [Groan] I know that I’m sliding around in my panties. You suck, and lick, and grab my other nipple, pulling it and twisting the sensitive skin, so both of my nipples are erect. My hands fill up with your breasts. I’m squeezing, [Groan] probably a little harder than I should, so I cange focus and go for your nipples. I'm pinching one of them and start playing with your hair again, pulling us together, so I can feel your skin on mine. One of your hands crawls up my thigh. You finger around my panties, inevitably finding the soaking spot. [Moan]

You come up from my nipples to kiss my lips and rub on top of my panties back and forth until I start to squirm on your hand. I bite your bottom lip and I pull away, apologizing. I'm getting worked up and I’m worried I’m hurting you- being too rough, biting too hard. You assure me that I’m not, you like it rougher, so I agree to check in periodically. 

“Get on your knees and lick my panties clean,” I demand of you. You like it rough right? So I push your shoulder down until your knees meet the tile. You’re looking up at me and I watch you lift up my skirt and stick out a pretty, pink tongue. It feels like it takes forever to feel it on the fabric, and then my pussy tucked warmly in your wet mouth. I settle down onto you and feel your tongue go to work as my legs start to tremble. Push my panties to the side and insert a finger inside me. [Groan] [Moan]

“That’s right, please fuck me you dirty slut!” I exclaim to you. One hand steadies me on the wall and the other tangles in your hair as you find my G spot I relax into you, sitting down onto your face. You’re stroking inside me hard and inserting one, [Gasp] two, [Groan] three fingers [Moans] inside me to hook onto that spot and make me cry out. [Moan] I can hear you slurping and it's pushing me. You’re stroking me, over and over again. [Groans]

“Oh fuck!” I release and grab your hair harder as my muscles contract around your fingers. My pussy starts to feel wet, drippy, and then it squirts onto your chin and exposed tits. I help you up and take your fingers into my mouth to taste how sweet and salty they are. You stand up and I press you back again. I lick your dripping face and I kiss you. My body is heated against yours as I say “That's a good girl. Now it's your turn.” 

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