Be warned I have recently stopped being a stone bottom for personal and practical reasons so I might touch on that subject of my new experiences and also talk about melting the stone. My writing will now include topping from “my” POV. If you don’t like it then block me! I still love stone top butches and they are my ideal partners.
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Contains: Really sweet communication, friends to lovers, fingering, grinding, undertones of femme dom, inexperienced sex, mention of dysphoria and sexual discomfort but they talk it out, binder representation
Guys this is probably the most realistic and romantic story I have ever written, I hope you enjoy.
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Kissing her felt like a dream come true.
She had been their friend for years, and for so long it had never been anything romantic or sexual. Just friendship, solid, and consistent. They hadn’t even noticed at first, how her smile seemed a bit more radiant, or how warmth blossomed in their chest when they made her laugh. They chalked it all up to becoming better friends and appreciating her in new light.
Until one night she wore this incredible little dress to the club, hugging her curves in all the right ways, and it hit them.
Desire.
The world flipped on it’s axis. For agonizing months they watched her a little closer when they hung out in groups, talked to her a little more, found excuses to touch her hand, or back, or pull grass from her hair. It was torture watching her and feeling that hot twist in their gut whenever she flipped her hair, or made a terrible joke and wiggled her eyebrows at the group. Could she like them back? Did they dare risk ruining their friendship for something that could be little more than a fantasy? Maybe the way she leaned into their touch, the way she complimented them, when her eyes flicked to their lips when they spoke, maybe that was only imagined. It was too risky to try anything too forward and risk making her uncomfortable, friendship and longing would have to suffice.
Until the night that everyone else in thier friend group cancelled on a movie night, leaving only the two of them to split a bottle of wine and curl up on the couch.
She plopped herself down next to them, closer than necessary on the couch that could easily seat three. They tried not to read into it too much, maybe the center cushion was just more comfortable. The coffee table in front of them was littered with treats, popcorn, and freshly baked cookies. Baking calmed them down, but sitting next to her was the opposite of calming.
“Do you need anything?” They asked, wanting to serve her, to make her happy.
She looked at them with rich brown eyes and laughed, “I think with this spread we should be good, but thanks.”
They blushed, and turned on the movie, hoping that she couldn’t hear the thudding of their heart.
The movie passed smoothly, both of them laughing and passing commentary, subconsciously moving closer together until thighs just barely touched, sending small shocks of electricity through their nerves with every graze. They didn’t notice her watching them more than she watched the movie.
They leaned forward eventually, to grab a cookie from her side of the table, but lost their balance as they reached and fell somewhat awkwardly into her lap. She burst out laughing, grasping their arms to steady them. The sound soothed their embarrassment, but still they started apologizing as they pushed themself back upright. They were so close to her, her face only an inch or two away, and they froze. She was still smiling, but her eyes dropped to their mouth. Unmistakable. Her perfume washed around them, irresistible.
“I- “ She started, her voice wavering a bit.
“Can I kiss you?” The words tumbled out of their mouth all in a jumble. They watched as confusion crossed her face, then she smiled.
“Please.” She whispered.
Kissing her felt like a dream come true.
The kisses started tentative, exploring, but grew in confidence as they caught each other’s rhythms. They lean in and oh god her hand slides up the side of their neck, cupping their face and pulling them deeper. Liquid fire spreads from her touch, sharp nails as pinprick stars of heat on their cheek. They push onward, almost crawling until her lap, wanting more. She lets out a soft noise between a whimper and a moan, and they feel all the wanting of the past months pressing against their chest.
She presses a palm against their chest and breaks the kiss. Doubt washes through their mind instantly, she didn’t want this, she knows they’re inexperienced with girls, this was a mistake. They open their mouth to start apologizing, but she beats them to speaking.
“It’s okay if this is too much, but if you wanted to take this to your bedroom, I would be very interested… in that.” She blushes as she speaks, her eyes flicking between the wall behind them and meeting their eyes.
“I’m definitely okay with that if that’s what you’d want to do.” They choke out, “But only if you want to.”
“I do, want to.” She stood and offered them her hand, her skin warm and soft. They had never held hands before, and the new kind of contact was thrilling.
She pulled them into their bedroom and another round of embarrassment hit, it was a mess, clothes strewn everywhere.
“I’m sorry about the mess.”
“I literally do not care.” She laughed, dropping their hand to crawl into the middle of their bed. She flopped down both gracelessly and beautifully, laying on their pillows and looking up at them. She wasn’t wearing anything particularly sexy, just a tank top and flare leggings, but seeing her in their bed like this, smiling up at them, she may as well have been in lingerie.
They stood at the foot of the bed, frozen again. It had been so long since they had slept with anyone, and they had never slept with a girl before. Starting with this girl, so important to them, seemed impossible.
She sensed their hesitation and propped herself up on her elbows, eyebrows knitting together. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, it’s okay if this was a mistake for you. I mean I’ve liked you for a while so it would kinda suck, but I never want you to be uncomfortable.”
“No! No it’s not that. I just- it’s been a while and I don’t know what I’ll be comfortable with. I haven’t with a girl… I like you too, and I don’t want to mess this up.”
She blushed at their confession, smiling again in that way that makes thier knees weak.
“Okay. Kiss me? We can take it slow from there. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” She reached out to them, nails glittering in the lamplight, welcoming them.
With somewhat unstudied movements they crawled up their bed until they were on top of her, slotting their legs between hers and slowly letting some of their weight press her into the mattress. The heat from her body soaked into their skin and she let out a little sigh, her hands sliding up their arms. She leaned up and kissed them, and they slid back into heaven that could only be found in the taste of her lips.
With each kiss the fire burning in their veins was stoked, until they found themselves unconsciously moving against her body, drawing delicious sounds from her lips. They wanted more. Needed more.
She used her grasp on their arms to push them away again. Why does this keep happening??
“I don’t want to be weird, but I know you’re not sure what you’re comfortable with, so I was wondering where I could touch you? I’ve kinda just been holding your arms and I don’t want you to think I don’t want to touch you.” She explained, biting her lip nervously as she waited for their response.
They weren’t sure if it was normal for her asking that to make them even more turned on, but it definitely did.
“Um, I don’t really know. I think my arms are fine, my back, my face and neck. No choking though, I’m not really into that, especially for a first time. I’ll probably be okay with you touching me more once we get going, but I don’t know. Nobody has seen me naked in a long time so I’m not super confident right now.”
She nodded and slid her hand up their neck and into their hair, the other gliding down to their waist. They closed their eyes and leaned into the touch.
“Yeah, that’s really nice. Where do you like to be touched? Is there anywhere I should avoid?” They asked, a little breathless.
“Not really.” She smiled a lopsided grin. “I don’t like butt stuff or being tickled, but besides that I want you to touch me… everywhere.”
“Oh, everywhere?”
She arched her back, grinding down a little bit on their thigh and digging her nails into their scalp. “Everywhere. You can start by touching me, if you want. Then decide if you want me to touch you.”
They were pretty sure their face must be on fire, with this gorgeous girl beneath them asking to be touched.
Nervously, they started at the top of her shoulder, tracing her freckles and collar bone. They dragged their hand down her chest between her breasts, enjoying the way her breath hitched when they did. Gaining confidence they moved lower still, over her waist then around a hip, feeling how nicely their thumb fit into the inside of her hipbone. Pressing her down into the mattress more and watching her eyes flutter closed.
“Where do you want me to touch you, specifically. Put my hands where you want them.” The command made her breath hitch, but she reached down and grabbed their wrist, pulling their hand up and placing it on her breast. It was soft and warm just like her, so they massaged it gently under their palm, sliding their thumb over her clothed nipple until she pulled them in for another passionate kiss.
“Can I take my clothes off?” She gasped between kisses.
“Yes, please take them off. Please.” They answered, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to sitting, then grabbing the bottom of her tank top and helping her lift it over her head. Her tits were almost too perfect, along with the way she shyly looked away while they stared at her. They relieved her nerves with more kisses, slow and languid, while they pushed her back down to the bed. Crawling down her body, they carefully peeled her leggings off, leaving her pink underwear as the only clothing left. She watched them survey her mostly naked body, every inch of soft skin, cellulite, stretch marks. Everything that she felt nervous to reveal, but that they had already seen on beach trips and pool parties. There was no surprise in her body, only the delight of a gift that was unwrapped especially for them.
They leaned in and placed a kiss on her inner thigh, impulsively, trusting that when she said she wanted to be touched, she meant it. Her response was to tangle a hand in their short hair, move her hips up to meet their lips. They kissed more of the soft skin, looking up to watch her reactions and noticing a dark wet spot growing on her underwear. They felt lightheaded with lust, wanting to touch her more, make her feel good. Make her say their name like a prayer.
“Is this okay?” They asked, moving up her body with their mouth and lips.
“Oh god, yes. More, please.” She gasped.
Their hands met her breasts and wasted no time pinching her nipples gently until they hardened, rolling them around to see what made the prettiest noises leave her lips. They leaned in and kissed her, pressing their high back again to her barely clothed pussy. She reacted to the contact by dragging her nails down their back, pulling a deeply visceral shudder from them.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t ask you if using my nails would be okay. Is that okay?” She asked, anxiety all over her face.
“No, no, I liked it. I really liked it” They reassured, kissing her hard to prove the point. “Do it again.”
She dragged her nails down again, their binder making most of the sharpness dull, but at their shoulders and waist they could feel the tips of her nails gently scratching their skin, just enough pain and pleasure to send shivers across their entire body. They imagined their bare back covered in scratch marks, earned by fucking her until she screamed. Bit by bit, removing thier clothes was beginning to feel less terrifying.
They returned to her chest, this time taking her nipples one by one into their mouth, sucking as she scratched thoughtless patterns into their scalp. One particular move coaxed a new sound from her, a whining moan louder than any before, music to their ears. They needed to hear her make that sound, again and again, to know that they were the reason.
“Can I take your underwear off?” They asked, looking up at her from between her breasts.
“Yes.” She gasped, suddenly looking very shy.
“Are you sure? You can say no. We don’t have to go any further.”
“No,” she shook her head and smiled “No, I want to. I just always get a bit nervous at this part. The first real look, I guess.”
“You are so beautiful.” They said, drawing themselves up and kissing her again and again until her body melted into theirs. Her comfort with them was like a drug, her trust completely addicting.
Shifting to the side, they reached down and grabbed her underwear, gently sliding it down her legs and flinging it into their own pile of clothes on the floor. They stared, lust struck, at her pussy. She was so wet, it was dripping out and clinging to the hair that had peeked out around the edges of her panties. What did she taste like? How warm was she inside?
She shifted uncomfortably, closing her legs and shaking them from their reverie. With a flash of guilt they realized that their lack of response had made her even more self conscious.
“You are so stunning, I can’t believe I’m finally getting to look at you like this. I’ve thought about it so many times. It’s better than I could have imagined.” They said, fingertips tracing her stomach just above the hairline.
“I’ve thought about it too. I’ve stared at your hands and wondered what they would feel like, at your lips and wondered what they would taste like.” She whispered, tracing her nails in invisible patterns on their head until they groaned and leaned into it.
“I don’t know how to finger anybody but myself.” They sighed, searching her eyes for signs of disappointment. “I don’t know what I’m doing but I want you to feel good. I want to make you feel good.”
“I don’t usually cum with a partner so I just wanted you to know that. So don’t feel bad when that doesn’t happen okay? But I can tell you what to do, guide you, if you want.” Her cheeks were deeply flushed now but her eyes danced with desire.
“Yes, please.” They said, changing their position so they sat between her legs with a full view of her pussy, her legs loosely hooked over their thighs. Just seeing her in this position was enough to get them close to the edge.
She placed one hand on their knee to brace herself, then with the other reached down and started to touch herself.
“I like pretty light touch, in little circles, like this.” She gasped, demonstrating on her clit exactly what made her hips twitch with pleasure. “I need little bursts, then a break, or I’ll- fuck- I’ll get overstimulated and loose sensation. I don’t cum from finger fucking but I love the way it feels when somebody else does it to me. I - ohhh fuckk- get really noisy when it feels really good.”
The combination of her playing with her pussy and describing what she liked had them seeing double, more aroused than they could ever remember being in their life.
“Can I try?” They asked, voice a bit raspy.
She pulled her own hand away, leaving herself open and glistening for them. “Please touch me.”
Slowly, they took a finger and dragged it through her wetness. She was soaked, for them. She moaned lowly at the touch, her chest already heaving. They pulled the finger up to her clit and started mimicking the little circles she demonstrated, feeling satisfaction as her eyes rolled back and her nails dug into their knee.
“A little to the left- oh my god yes just like that oh fuckk” Her hips kept time to their movements, grinding against their fingers until they could feel the wetness dripping down their palm.
“Can I put a finger in?” They asked, laughing a little bit at her immediate and enthusiastic nodding. Carefully they slid their middle finger inside her pussy, drawing moans from both of them. She felt so warm and wet inside, they stared at the place where their finger was lost inside her pussy, all of a sudden understanding why men sometimes only last 30 seconds. She was taking them inside her. They moved their finger in a few different ways, experimenting with what made her moan the loudest, what made her jolt her hips.
“Fuck, I’m so wet, please can you add another finger? Then fuck me. Please fuck me.” She moaned, staring up at them with complete lust.
They obliged her request, slicking up then pushing in another finger, watching her pussy wrap around more of what belonged to them. They started to gently curl and thrust their fingers inside her, hoping that what they had enjoyed themselves in the past might translate.
It did, within a few thrusts she was grabbing at their wrist as they fucked her, arching her back, pupils blown and eyes crossing. Delicious and delirious moans filled the room along with the wet sounds of her pussy being fucked.
“Say my name.” They groaned, leaning forward over her and bracing themself with their free arm.
She slid both hands into their hair, across their shoulders, grasping their chin, repeating their name like a prayer. They said hers back, both reveling in this moment, finally.
“Kiss me” She gasped, pulling their mouth to hers as they ground their palm against her clit, drawing full body shakes and distracted whimpering into their mouth.
After a little while her moans became frantic, and she writhed against them, her breasts against their binder, chest heaving with exertion.
“Okay, you can stop. You can stop. Oh fuck.” She gasped, pushing their hand away from her pussy.
“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” They asked, searching her flushed face for signs of discomfort.
“No, I’m fine! I’m perfect actually. I’m just done, I need a break. You did really really good…” She purred, kissing them hard and sliding her tongue between their lips. Her chest was still heaving and little aftershocks rocked her body, something that struck them as incredibly endearing and also satisfying. They fucked her until she shook, a claim to fame.
She carded her fingers through their hair, catching her breath. “Can I help you get off in any way? Do you want that?”
They blushed at the request, for a moment considering saying no rather than having to say what they really wanted out loud.
“I- um. I think I’d like to use your thigh to get off. Would that be okay?” They asked, burying their head in her neck.
She laughed, “Of course that would be okay! In fact that would be incredibly sexy.”
They nuzzled their face deeper against her neck, breathing in her scent and placing light kisses along her throat as they adjusted their position to straddle her thigh. Her hands came to rest at the top of their hips, nails digging in just above the waistband. They started to move against her, pleasure shooting up from between their legs. They had never been so turned on, every movement ripped low moans from their lips.
She was moaning along with them, grinding herself against their thigh in tandem.
“Oh fuck, yes please use me to get off.” She groaned in their ear, hot breath caressing their cheek and making them dizzy. “You’re so sexy like this, you feel so good on top of me. I want you to get off on me, I want to make you feel good, use me to feel good baby.”
A strangled sound they had never made before escaped them. Never in their life had they been with a dirty talker, or been commanded to cum, or been writhing against a naked girl with her nails digging into their hips. Being called baby by her felt like a branding. Everything was new and hot and achingly anticipated. With previous partners a command would have been frustrating, a turn off, but with her… they wanted to obey.
With renewed vigour they ground themselves down on her thigh, letting the bed creak with their movement and releasing every pathetic noise they would have previously kept in.
“That’s it baby, you’re so close aren’t you? Ah- fuck, are you going to cum for me? I want you to cum, use me. Cum for me baby.” She gasped, her head thrown back and whines slipping out every time their clothed thigh ground against her naked pussy.
They thrust a few more times, “cum for me baby” echoing in their ears, then came with a long low moan. Pleasure ripping through their body as they collapsed fully on top of her, drowning in soft scented hair.
She was still trembling beneath them, but rather smoothly adjusted the way they both were positioned so their head rested on her chest, hands loosely on her waist. She dragged her nails across their scalp in that oh-so-teasing way as they both caught their breath.
“Was that okay?” She asked, “I know we didn’t really talk about dirty talk before we started.”
They pulled their arms tighter around her soft body, “That was so beyond okay. That was the hottest thing I have ever experienced.”
She laughed and their heart skipped a beat at the sound.
“Okay, well that’s good! And same here. Holy shit. And you call yourself a first-timer…”
They laughed with her this time, turning their head to pepper light kisses along her chest.
“Should we… talk? About what this means?” She asked, whispering as if saying it louder would shatter everything that they just did.
They looked up at her, getting lost for a moment in her brown eyes and scatter of freckles across her nose.
“Would you want to go on a date with me? Like a classic, dinner and a movie date? If it goes well, then we can figure out what we want this to look like long term.” They suggested.
She smiled, “That sounds perfect.”
They pushed themself up and kissed her, unable to capture in any other way the excitement and feeling of possibility that coursed through their veins. She tasted so incredible, it was impossible to resist sliding their tongue between her lips. Within moments the kisses turned hot and passionate, her body writhing against theirs.
“Do you have energy for round two?” They breathed against her lips.
“Yes, oh god, yes.” She groaned, grabbing their wrist and pulling their hand back down to her dripping pussy, two fingers sliding in so easily, it was like coming home. They watched her face this time as they thrust slowly and deeply inside her, everything was different now.
But when they kissed her, it felt like a dream come true.
yeah ok you’ve bent yourself over the pool table to tempt me, ass in the air, tits to the table, back arched, but what happens when I take the bait? what happens when I walk up behind you and tuck my hips against your ass and take hold of your hips to hold you still? what happens when suddenly you’re stuck bent in half? what happens when I tell you to take the shot, what’s distracting you? you started it baby, I’m just finishing it
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Butch as in ‘I want you to make me a dad’. I’m serious about making this life with you. I want to take care of you, and soothe your worries, and heal whatever hollow and aching thing is inside of you. I’m fucking you because I love you, because you know I do, and I know what I’m doing. I want you to tell me I’m a good husband and a good man while I feed you every inch. I want you to tell me that you love the way I provide for you, how I always know what my girl needs. I’ll hold you open and find that angle you love, and I’ll give you one, two, three, just like that, one hand on your clit and the other holding you by your jaw. I want you to rip the seams of my shirt by how you’re white knuckling the fabric. I want you to cry into my shoulder as I coax you through each wave. I want to kiss your head while I slow down, leave bruises under my fingers when I speed up again. And I want to earn it. I want you to beg me to cum inside, to make you full and totally mine. I want to do it knowing you have a list of baby names in your notes app, knowing that it’s what you want as badly as I do, knowing that you’ve chosen me for it. Tell me I’ll be a good dad, that you’ve wanted this for years, that you can’t stand waiting any longer. And let me do it again, and again, and again.
Until im strutting around teasing you by showing off the matching lingerie set i picked out specifically for you in your favorite color and bending over to show just how little it covers my ass.
Until I’m sitting in your lap leaving lipstick marks all over your face and giggling while teasing you by kissing everywhere but your lips until you get sick of me and grab me by chin and get into a heated makeout session with me.
Until you’re feeling how soft my skin feels from all the scrubs and lotions I put on to smell good for you as you’re pulling the lingerie off me and feeling every soft curve and inch of my skin.
Until you’re kissing the pretty pink and heart shaped barbells before sucking on my nipples and leaving me breathless, panting in your ear.
Until you’re feeling my acrylics dig in and pull at your hair as you’re eating me out leaving me a squirming, soaked mess whimpering and whining.
Until you’re smelling the vanilla perfume I sprayed in my hair just for you as you’re fucking me hard in missionary.
Until you’re staring into my big, watery eyes and watching my makeup run from how good you’re fucking me.
Until I’m helping you clean up after, how I pull you into the shower and help wash your tired body in my sweet smelling body washes and covering you in kisses before helping tuck you into my soft sheets and cuddle up to you, telling how you did such a good job <3
Nice thing is that if I ever tried somno they wouldn’t need to worry about it being non-consensual bc I am such a light sleeper that the moment their hands touched my stomach or thighs I would be fully awake
If I pretend not to be, you know I want you to keep going
A defining nature of being a femme lesbian in the traditional sense of the words is and always has been that no matter our relationship to butches and studs, we are there as a community to uplift and support them. This is true regardless of whether you are femme4butch/stud or not. It’s a community role.
Is there a divide between how people who use femme in sapphic/wlw contexts understand this term in the last 15 years? Yes. If you noticed it’s between care and love (not just lust) for butches and studs vs people who say it’s only queer femininity, you’re not wrong and femme lesbian researchers literally did that study!
If you’re in that first category and you pride yourself on viewing femme as a community role, then you need to understand that care and respect also means not treating butches as vending machines for a comfortable life and adoration. It means caring for their differences in how they move through the world. It means not treating them like stereotypes. It means respecting their boundaries (especially butch4butch, stud4stud, butch4stud etc, and butches/studs who prefer to or are exclusive bottoms and/or subs).
I’m a femme no matter who I am partnered to. But my community with butches and studs is integral to that identity. Our shared history and struggles within broader lesbian and sapphic spaces as well as society in general have linked us in particular ways that inform each other. Honoring that shared fight and shared joy in our existence is a huge part of what being femme is to me. And I guess I always hope it is for others too.
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