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more than just bark.
Thinking about having a girlfriend who takes every excuse to touch me
Her hand sliding across my back and around my waist to ‘keep me from bumping into that pole, that’s all’
Her hand on my thigh as we’re cramped into a booth with our friends, trying to keep my face neutral so nobody knows she’s groping me under the table
Her hands tracing over my collarbones and down my chest, making sure to slow down and take her time ‘smoothing down my dress’ around my tits
Leaning into my space, one hand on my jaw, tilting me towards her, the other coming up to my lips to ‘clean up sauce you got on your mouth silly’
Wish I had a girlfriend I couldn’t keep off of me
need someone to be my canvas. to just lie there and let me bite the absolute shit out of them. their thighs. neck. stomach. arms. everywhere. leaving deep purple marks all over their thighs.
smirking when they whimper and try to close their legs. like no baby stay open for me, let me look at what i just did to you and press down on the sore spots. please.
Watched lesbian porn so good it made me believe in love again
sliding my hand slowly beneath the waistband of your boxers while you're still wearing them. pressing my palm flat against you first. feeling how warm you are through the fabric. feeling how wet you already are before i've done anything at all.
"look at me." waiting until your eyes find mine. "stay right here with me."
rubbing slow circles through the fabric. feeling you twitch immediately. feeling your hips push toward my hand before you've decided to.
"you're already so wet." murmured against your jaw. "how long have you been like this…?"
"i don't know—" hips shifting. "a while—"
"a while." pressing a little firmer. feeling the fabric damp under my fingers. "and you didn't say anything…?”
a small desperate sound.
sliding my hand further inside. fingers finding you properly. no fabric between us now.
the sound you make at that first direct contact. immediate. involuntary. hips pressing hard into my hand.
pressing two fingers through you slowly. feeling how slick you are. how swollen. how ready. running them through your lips slowly. learning the shape of you. pressing against your hole without pushing inside. just feeling you flutter around nothing.
"you're soaking." so soft. so warm. bringing my fingers up to circle your clit slowly. feeling you gasp. "all of this and you've just been sitting with it..."
"please—" hips chasing my fingers immediately.
"i know." not giving you more yet. circling slow. steady. deliberate. feeling you get wetter under my fingers the longer i take. feeling you try to grind against my hand and keeping my movements controlled. giving you exactly what i want to give you and nothing more.
working you like this until your underwear is completely soaked through. until you're making sounds you can't control anymore. until your hands are gripping my arms and your hips won't stay still no matter how hard you try.
sitting up. looking at you.
"i want to take these off." fingers curling into the waistband of your boxers. "and i want you to watch everything i do."
pulling them down slowly. so slowly. pressing a kiss to your hip as they go. feeling you shiver. pressing another to your inner thigh. feeling you tense. getting them all the way off and setting them aside.
sitting back.
looking at you properly. taking my time. eyes moving over you slowly.
watching your face get warm under my gaze.
"don't get shy on me now." reaching out. running one finger through you slowly from bottom to top. feeling you jolt. "you're so pretty like this. so wet. so good for me." spreading you open gently with two fingers. looking. appreciating. "look at how wet you are. look at what you did."
watching your face crumple slightly with embarrassment and arousal at the same time.
pressing two fingers against your hole slowly. not inside yet. just pressing. feeling you clench desperately around nothing. feeling you try to pull me in on your own.
"watch." so certain. so soft. "i want you to watch."
pressing inside slowly.
feeling you stretch around my fingers. feeling the warmth of you. the tightness. the way you grip me immediately like your body has been waiting for exactly this.
curling them slowly. finding that spot. pressing right against it.
"there it is." not moving from it. staying right there. pressing firm steady circles against that spot while i watch your face completely unravel. "there's what i was looking for."
your hips rolling forward. trying to get more friction. trying to get deeper.
"i said watch, baby..." so gentle. waiting until your eyes drop to my hand. watching you watch my fingers moving inside you. watching you see exactly what's happening to your own body. "good girl/boy. keep watching."
working you slow and deep. two fingers pressing and curling. feeling you get wetter around me. feeling you clench every time i find the right angle. the sounds coming out of you getting messier. less controlled.
bringing my free hand to your chest. cupping your breast first. warm and unhurried. then finding your nipple between my fingers. rolling it slow.
the sharp sound you make. hips bucking hard.
"i know." not stopping either hand. "i know. your body is so responsive everywhere." pinching slightly. feeling you clench hard around my fingers at the same time. "feel that? feel how your body connects everything."
working both at once now. fingers curling deep and steady inside you while my other hand moves between your nipples. pinching. rolling. pulling gently. watching your back arch off the bed. watching you try to process everything hitting you at once and completely fail.
pressing my fingers deeper. spreading them slightly inside you. feeling you gasp at the stretch.
"this okay?" watching your face.
"yes—" immediately. desperately. "yes please don't stop please i need—"
"i know what you need." curling them again. harder this time. feeling you clench so tight around my fingers. "your body is telling me everything."
adding a third finger slowly. pressing in careful. feeling you stretch around all three. feeling you grip the sheets so hard.
"breathe." rubbing slow circles on your stomach with my palm while my fingers stay deep inside you. "breathe for me. take it slow."
feeling you breathe. feeling you stretch to accommodate. feeling the moment your body accepts it completely and you go from tense to open. from fighting it to taking it.
"there you go." so warm. so proud. "look at that. taking three fingers so perfectly."
your head falling back.
"eyes on me." so gentle. "i need you here."
your eyes finding mine. wet at the corners. lips parted. completely gone.
"there you are." starting to move properly now. three fingers fucking you slow and deep. curling on every thrust. feeling you soak my hand completely. feeling it drip down my wrist. "look at this mess you're making." pulling my fingers out slightly so you can see how slick they are. how wet. pushing them back in. "all of this is yours. look at how much you want this."
a sob. hands gripping my arm desperately.
mouth finding your neck. your collarbone. pressing warm open kisses there while my fingers keep their rhythm. while my other hand keeps working your nipples. pinching one and then the other. pulling gently. feeling you clench around my fingers every single time.
bringing my thumb to your clit now. pressing slow circles while my fingers keep moving inside you.
the sound you make at that.
"too much?" watching your face carefully.
"no—" shaking your head frantically. "no please please don't stop please it's so good—"
"i know it is." cooed at you warmly. thumb moving steadier. fingers curling deeper. feeling you get impossibly wetter. feeling you clench and flutter and grip me like you never want me to leave. "your body is so perfect. do you know that? the way you feel right now. the way you take everything i give you."
working you properly now. no more teasing. no more holding back. three fingers deep and curling while my thumb works your clit and my other hand keeps your nipples between my fingers. all of it at once. watching you fall apart trying to take all of it.
"i can feel everything." pressing my palm flat against your lower stomach while my fingers keep moving inside you. pressing down slightly. feeling my own fingers through the pressure. "feel how full you are right here."
a broken sob. hips grinding desperately.
"please—" not even words anymore. "please please please—"
"eyes on me." so certain. waiting until your eyes find mine. holding your gaze. "there you are. good girl/boy. stay with me."
fingers curling harder. thumb pressing faster. palm steady on your stomach.
"cum for me." said encouragingly. "right now. i want to feel it. let go."
feeling you unravel at my words.
the way you clench around my fingers so hard it almost stops my movement entirely. the way your whole body arches up off the bed. the sounds you make. unguarded. unashamed. hips grinding forward taking every last bit of friction you can get. soaking my hand. dripping onto the sheets beneath you.
fingers still moving. working you through every single wave. feeling every pulse. every clench. every shudder. not stopping until your hips finally slow. until the sounds quiet. until your grip on my arm loosens into something softer.
pulling my fingers out slowly. bringing them to my mouth. holding your gaze while i taste you.
you whimper at the sight of me.
pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. your stomach. crawling up your body slowly. lying beside you. pulling you close immediately.
pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. your cheek.
"so good." rubbing your back slow. "you were so good. so beautiful/handsome. i'm so proud of you."
you turning your face into my neck. arms finding me weakly.
keeping you there. warm. held. taken care of.
"i've got you." pressing another kiss to your hair. "i've got you, baby."
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You really start to understand that the “angry black woman” and “mean lesbian” stereotype only exists to shame us for the fact we get reasonably upset about people wanting to horrifically abuse us indiscriminately. Let’s get meaner !
Sweet girls just wanna have fun
First femme Friday kinda nervous 🌚
sucking strap is so fun, i be gnawing on that shit like a #2 pencil
being a butch lesbian and feeling so isolated and depressed SUCKSS. cuz not only i feel lonely, i feel like im so useless on my role cuz there is no one for me to protect and take care of. and what sucks more is that i know i need to be taken care of in these times and have zero energy or mental ability to take care of anyone. it makes me feel so much less than a butch
The feeling of wanting to protect your community seems pretty butch to me! And there will always be people who will need protecting and help. Doing house chores for your tired mom is butch,
Helping a kid with their homework is butch,
Helping an elder woman with her groceries is butch,
Buying food for homeless people is butch
Petting a dog on the street and giving it food is butch
Picking up trash from the ground is butch
But also, your identity is more than what you can offer to others. Sometimes, being butch is resting and taking care of yourself so you can become the best, most comforting and safe place for people to rely on.
You are butch enough!
Butches with bush...Bush with happy trailmm..haopyrail...busdh..mmmmmm...
I wish I could leave a pretty girl with marks and bruises all over her body, whispering nasty and depraved things in her ear. Fuck her till she can’t feel her legs, her eyes all nice and hazy, leaving her a panting, breathless, whimpering mess.
needy doms>>>
somno where they record it happening and show you afterwards <3
i like mine obsessed and touchy
Love to all the butches out there who aren't tall or muscular or skinny. Your identity as a butch is not defined by your body. You are handsome. You are not less of a butch for it. Never settle for someone who wants to change you to fit their idea of what a butch should be like. You deserve someone who accepts your body and identity as it is, because who you are is wonderful.
having her bent over the nearest surface as soon as we get home after listening to her whine and complain all day whilst we were out. stroking her pussy lightly through the fabric to watch her drip a little more, waiting until she loses it completely and begs for me to fuck her with my strap like the desperate girl she is.