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butch4butch because if i were trans i’d be t4t and if i were a cis man i’d be gay
actually tweaking out i see him in less than seven days oh my god i’ve never wanted anything so badly
If I were to grab your face and force my fingers between your teeth to get your mouth open and take the time to beat you like a dog it would be because I could tell how badly you needed it, which clearly you do desperately enough that you dream about it, and I would get some sadistic pleasure out of watching you contort in pain and your willingness to degrade yourself, but mostly my satisfaction would come from your eagerness to submit to my control and relinquish yourself to my use of you and your humiliation. Yes I hurt you and dehumanized you and I did it on purpose but I did it because I care enough about you to give you what you need. Is there anyone in your life you can recreate this with or can you only experience this in dreams with the leatherdyke you fantasize about online. Drugged and pliant and scared and in pain but so horny it doesnt even matter
Marilyn Hacker. Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons. New York, 1986
in such a bad mood that clocking into my email job and sending emails has actually made me feel much better
evil awful day #hungover and on my period. I forget that my family can have a full fucking screaming match and then two hours later act like nothing happened and joke around. like what. we are just not gonna acknowledge any of that at all?
PLEASE
also probs offensive but i will never buy “vegan leather.” fuck you
maybe if you feel like your butch identity is constantly being invalidated because people see you wearing makeup and feminine clothes and going on about how you “looked so ugly with your hair short” and you’re growing it out and you want to have “long pretty girl hair” and they don’t see you as butch… maybe you’re just not butch.
probs offensive but i don’t think the butch label needs to be “challenged” by people claiming it while presenting fem. maybe it is not for you and that’s ok. there are plenty of other things that are for you please find those.
anyways whatever 3 day bender incoming
I want more than anything to lie between his legs, on my stomach, close enough that I could rest my head on his inner thigh, turn my head to let my lips graze the skin there. I don't care whether he's naked or fully clothed, it's not really a sexual desire. It might be best, though, if he's wearing something; pair of boxer briefs, a layer of fabric between us. I'd tell him the truth, that I just want to lay there. Maybe he's tired enough to be almost falling asleep, drifting in and out, just barely propped up on the pillows. And I would just lay there, slipping my fingers under the hem of his shorts, the hot skin there dry and delicate. My other hand on his stomach or his ribs, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. I think too much about his breathing. I like to listen to it, to watch it, to feel it hot and moist against my neck, immutable proof of life. I know he wouldn't want me to care so much, he wouldn't like it if he knew. Admittedly it is a sexual desire. I want to touch him without intent behind it, exploring with my hands, until his briefs are damp when I press my lips to them and he grinds against my face when I do. I want to feel his breathing become quick and shallow, through his mouth, a rapid rise and fall under my palm. I want to hear the way he holds his breath when he tries to hold back a sound, the way it resumes quicker than before as he gets off, just from the pressure of my lips and nose and chin against him, my hands on his ribs.
fat butch is genuinely the staple . when u say butch i think of a fat butch and it hasn't crossed my mind that this is a new thought for some people
i dreamed that he was there and i pulled him in so my face was at his shoulder and i swear i could smell him and feel his back rise and fall under my hands as he breathed. and i wanted to stay like that but in this dream the there were all these people around so i pushed him away, a little too hard and he stumbled backward. i couldn’t make out his face, it was like my mind wouldn’t show it to me.
oh my god i miss him so bad
reminds me of this one time i went to give a blowjob to this really sexy 38 yo man who was very masculine, wore a leather jacket, and smelled really strongly of mens cologne; i remember i got down on my knees and he was caressing my face while i was unbuttoning his pants and to my surprise when i pulled down his pants he was wearing lace panties and fishnet garters. i remember how he was looking at me while i sucked his big cock. yes i swallowed
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