being a pretty princess type femme into alternative butches feels so silly sometimes, like somewhere out there there's a big scary tattooed n pierced butch who doesn't yet know he'll be married to a sorority girl one day
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being a pretty princess type femme into alternative butches feels so silly sometimes, like somewhere out there there's a big scary tattooed n pierced butch who doesn't yet know he'll be married to a sorority girl one day
don’t know but the idea of recording myself fucking a fleshlight and moaning and grunting for a femme is making me kinda insane rn
“i’m just so subby i can’t say no even when i really don’t want it” you are an unsafe play partner.
recipe for disaster (from the revolution starts at home)
adding the original, non-underlined version because some of these opened my eyes to how badly I was treated and maybe it will help someone else
need to get groped at a dyke bar and taken out back to get fucked in an alleyway by a much older butch who smells like smoke and tastes like the alcohol she fed me send post manifest etc
my favorite hobby is making butches hard in situations where they can’t do a damn thing about it 😇
Butch knight talking his femme princess through her first time
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i want so badly to get ready for a butch. to take a long shower and use my body scrubs and body butters. i want to shave where i want and to perfume my pulse points. then to complete it with lacey lingerie, knowing the entire time im prettying up to please a butch.
Letter to a Brief Encounter
I’m writing so I don’t forget. I’m writing in case the act of putting words to paper (or digital paper), memorializing the brief time we spent together, will make him think of me. He’s long gone, coupled up and back living in London. It amazes me how much can change in four weeks. By the time the marks on my chest had fully faded, he was thousands of miles away. I didn’t need to be his. I didn’t even need consistency. Just time, a little more time. I’m worried that now that I’ve had who I really want, an older dominant butch leatherdyke, nothing else will satisfy me.
It’s not just the sex, either, or the kink.
It’s the comfort in the dynamic, how butch and femme fit together like (insert cliche analogy here). I know I can be exactly who I am and be safe in it, admired for it.
Yes, obviously I think about how thick and sweet the word “daddy” felt in my mouth when applied to him, and about how he gripped the back of my neck as he used my body to get himself off. But just as much, if not more, I think about how he took my cup from me and carefully poured out an inch of my hot peppermint tea before putting the lid back on. That way, it wouldn’t slosh out of the sipping hole and burn my hands as we walked. I think about how steady and firm his body was when it held me as we slept. I could liquify completely and I’d still be safe and warm in that bed. His arms would never let a single drop of me roll onto the floor.
Without him, or someone like him, I spill. I try to be too many things at once. Some molds I am simply not meant to fill.
Maybe a femme is a non-newtonian fluid, and I need to be squeezed to be solid.
my ultimate fantasy: me in a friend group full of studs/mascs/butches and i am being passed around the whole group. like train ran everyday. bye.
there’s something so hot about strap worship. being on my knees, staring up at them adoringly. starting by kissing their bulge- pressing my face against it and feeling just how hard they are. making out with the tip through their boxers until their hips are bucking. finally pulling them out and wrapping my hand around their cock and just pausing to admire how it’s so big compared to my hand and how good my nails look. taking my time stroking sooo slowly, my other hand digging sharp nails into their thigh or taking care of their balls because i know they’re already so full. forcing them to focus on their pleasure when they normally stay entirely focused on mine. kissing the tip and enjoying the “fuck” that slips out through gritted teeth. finally, finally taking them into my mouth. swirling my tongue around as i ever so slowly sink down further and further. looking up at them with my lips stretched obscenely and adoring eyes focused on them. i wouldn’t want to miss the pleasure on their face when their cock hits the back of my throat. usually by now they would have dragged me up by the hair so they could please me but not this time, this time its all about them. rubbing their length on my cheek and smiling up at them cock drunk and out of my mind with pleasure. licking up the length of their dick and when i reach the tip, taking as much into my mouth as i can because i can’t bear to keep it out of my throat for long. worshiping my butch they way they deserve for an achingly long time. feeling how they desperately try to control their hips but knowing they’re losing the battle for self control. especially as i stroke their shaft with one hand and take care of their balls with the other, all while sucking on the head and making the filthiest noises. whimpers and moans they can feel vibrate down to the base. absolutely obscene wet noises as they desperately try to push more of their cock into my mouth. god i could spend hours taking care of my butch and showing them that their pleasure is my priority- that i worship them because it’s what they deserve. but also because i need them to know that i don’t do this for show or as a chore done only to please them- i want this. this act of worship has me so wet it’s dripping down my thighs and i’m trying to grind on their leg for any relief, but i’m too obsessed with their cock to stop for even a second
chat how do i bag a tall beefy stone butch thatll dote on me like im the most precious thing to ever exist but also fuck me like they hate my guts. quickest route. no freeways.
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“I can do anything I want?” he asks, cocking his eyebrows in excited apprehension and waiting for confirmation. I nod and hum affirmatively, staring up at him through my lashes and rolling my lower lip between my teeth. “Roll over,” he commands, and I turn so my face is against the pillow and my bare back is facing up. He tells me to wait there, and I feel his weight shift off of the mattress as he stands to get something from his bag.
When he climbs back in bed with me, I crane my head to look at him. There’s a black nitrile glove on his right hand, and he snaps the band against his wrist. I shiver, partially because the glove alone is a turn on, and partially because I know where this is going. He straddles me, knees on either side of my naked form, and gently strokes my back, planting a few kisses on my neck and shoulders. His hands reach lower, more eager now, and grab at the flesh of my buttocks, kneading. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. I hear the cap of a lube bottle pop open.
My heartbeat is in my throat as his slick gloved fingers begin to caress my asshole, willing me to open up for him. His left hand snakes around under me and toys with my clit, rubbing in small, fast circles the way he’s quickly learned drives me insane. “There we go,” he coos, feeling me buck into his touch, muffled moans falling into the pillow. He pushes into me, and I can’t tell if it’s one finger or two, but it’s a stretch. I gasp, he groans. Every nerve ending in my body lights up as he slowly pulls back, just to press in again. I adjust to the movement and the fullness as he tells me how well I’m taking it, and the praise goes straight to my clit, making me throb.
My mind wanders to the hoarse, strangled sound of my moans (I lost my voice at a concert the day prior) and I worry they’re not as pretty as my usual symphony of noise. I’m snapped out of my thoughts by his mouth on my ear, warm and wet and whispering “You’re being so good for me right now.” The compliment was exactly what I needed to pull me out of my head and back into my body, where his hands are expertly working me into a frenzy. I’m naked and vulnerable and letting him use my ass, but he’s strong and sturdy and his weight and body heat is a cocoon of comfort. I melt into him, the probing a welcome intrusion.
immediately woke up thinking about my hands cupping her face and forcing her to look up at me as my strap separates her pretty lips apart and is slipped into her mouth, telling her how beautiful of a whore she is sucking daddy's cock as another butch is gripping her petite little waist and rhythmically plowing their strap into her pretty soaking cunt. I want to watch her eyes roll back into her head as she struggles to keep her lips firmly wrapped around me, breathless moans escaping her lips as her pussy is stretched apart, her ass being slapped, her delicate body being manhandled, jealousy, excitement, and comradity fusing in my body as I watch her get used by two butches, the other one and i having an unspoken understanding of respect for eachother and the sweet girl submitting to us, ultimately knowing I have the upper hand... with the only rule being, "if you cum, you look into my eyes only as you're doing so, in case you forget who you belong to".
little miss likes to bite during sex. little miss likes to be condescending during sex. little miss brat during sex. little miss likes to fight for dominance only to end up with an arched back and full hole. little miss, little miss, little miss…
having a service top that gets off to you crying and whimpering her name. she’s so focused on you, watching her fingers slide in and out of your perfect pussy she almost missed your sob for more. her heart skips a beat when your fingers grab onto her wrist almost guiding it in deeper.
‘how cute’ she thinks. you’re not in any position to make choices. she may be wrapped around your finger, but right now you’re being fucked by hers. always tilting her head and cooing with faux sympathy as you beg for more of her touch. seeing you so desperate for more is all she could ask for.
“how could i say no to my beautiful girl”
“keep begging baby”
“you know i can’t say no to you”
“look how good you’re being for me”
BUTCHES GOING GREY!!!!!!!!!! 🚀💥💦💒👰🏽♀️🏥🤱🏽