Iāve been a butch lesbian for a long time. Had known from a very young age I was.
But Iāve found in adulthood, as Iām able to come into my own masculinity more, I begin to crave it in my partners. At first I went butch4butch but as I got used to it, it stopped fulfilling the cravings.
Iāve been talking to men on dating apps on and off for almost a year, but Iāve never had the courage to follow through. I need to change that.
So I thought the first step could be going and getting a contraceptive coil put in. So I made the call, booked an appointment.
Afterwards someone asked me if Iād remembered to request I be seen by a woman. I realised I hadnāt, but shrugged it off. Decided chances were it would be a woman anyway.
But then, over the days leading up to the appointment, I thought about it more. Thought about it being a man to examine me and insert the coil.
And I couldnāt stop rubbing myself to the thought. The thought of gloved hands gently touching each and every part of my vulva, while Iām on my back. I thought about him taking his time, feeling and checking each part, talking to me in a soft and comforting voice. Praising how it looked just a little more than he should. Growing more and more intimate in his touches and compliments of my body.
I imagined him inserting a gloved finger first. Moaning as I was penetrated by a man for the first time, even if just with a finger. His other hand sliding up under my hoodie to play with my tits. Laying there, stifling my gasps as he pleasures me.
Then I imagined, after the coil was placed, him insisting he test the effectiveness immediately. Fucking my needy dyke cunt raw on the exam table. Making me moan pathetically for it. Putting a load in me. Then just having me dress and sending me on my way, full of his sperm, and my new little coil that would let me get creamed more with less risk.
God it was good to imagine.
Then I got to the actual appointment and it was a woman who examined me anyway. It was over quick and I hope she didnāt notice how disappointed I was.
She looked confused, I could tell she was wondering why such an obvious dyke would be getting this done. She didnāt say anything, but I could feel it.
The best part is, when she examined me, her touch made me feel nothing. She was, objectively, a very pretty woman. And yet she didnāt even stir me, not the slightest bit. Could not have been more professional and clinical.
Now Iāve got a date with a man next week. Time to put my new coil to use.
- An increasingly broken butch bitch
Obviously what I like best is when girls lose their gold stars by being fucked unprotected, to properly introduce them to their real role. But there's something special about this commitment: going through the whole ceremony of an IUD insertion before you've even been fucked once, just so that you can take your first cock bare. Not even having to try it out to know that once it happens the first time, it's going to happen again and again and again. That you'd better be prepared for taking cum.
And this little fantasy just doubled down on it, didn't it? The mundane, clinical reality transformed into a dream of being guided gently and then fucked full by your first man. A man who would need to touch you, and then need to touch you.
It's a shame that you just got a pretty woman, huh? But I got this ask a week ago - you might be going on your date right now. Fully prepared. Ready to be spread open, and shown your new life.