a nsft butchfemme writing post,,
-sub butch, dom femme, fingers in mouth, msturbation, finger riding, eating, aftercare-
I stumble into her apartment, exhausted from a night out. The body glitter on my arms sparkles as the light from the moon and streetlights outside refracts off of it.
The apartment is silent except for the jingle of the details of my outfit and the keys on her belt loop.
She turns on the hallway lights and locks the apartment door, taking off her jacket and throwing herself on the couch.
I slide myself into a love seat in front of her and throw my head back. The ac unit fresh on the back of my neck as my hair hangs over the edge of the couch. I feel my heels slide off my feet and open my eyes to see her gentle hands pulling them off of me.
“you can sleep in my bed, I’ll sleep out here” her voice comforting in the night.
“can’t we share the bed?” I propose, and her eyes widen slightly in excitement.
She flicks the lights on and makes her way to her closet. She emerges from it in a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old killer klowns from outer space t shirt. The large print of the clown was cracking and it sat on her frame loosely.
“do you want to borrow something to sleep in?”
I turned as I began to slowly remove pieces from my outfit. My micro shorts, my stockings, the top that had squeezed me all night. Leaving nothing on but the matching set I had bought just for tonight. I told myself I would make sure she would see it tonight, building up the courage to finally make my move.
I slid into the sheets next to her, and felt the will power she was burning to avert her eyes from my body.
I adjusted myself with my back facing her, the curve of my backside barely grazing her.
I listened to her heavy breathing as she laid on her back staring at the ceiling, using all her effort to contain herself.
Her chivalry is something I found so attractive about her, and I also couldn’t get enough of how even with all her effort, she couldn’t hide how badly she wanted me.
Finally, I turned to face her, her body twitching at my movement. I placed my palm on her chest and felt the rapid thump of her heart racing. Leaning on one elbow, I looked over her face, and she directed her eyes to mine.
“is it okay if I sleep like this?” she quickly nodded her head in response.
smiling, I followed, “are you okay with me touching you like this?” moving my hand along her torso.
Still trying to contain her composure, she managed a “mhm” as she followed my hand with her eyes.
“I bought this outfit for you to see tonight, do you like it?”
“for me? Really?” she released a breath of air.
“yes just for you to see, and for you to take off if you’d like. Would you like to?”
Her face turning red and hot as she nodded her head up and down desperately. I dip my knee in between her thighs as I press my lips onto hers. I feel the pressure of her fingers on my neck and then in my hair as she presses her lips back into mine as if she’d been starved and it was the first taste of food she’d had.
Slowly, her lips kissed me harder, and her second hand wrapped around my face, pulling me into her even more, as my knee dug into her with each tug.
I pulled myself away from her. I kneeled in front of her and admired the pathetic look in her eyes as she waited for me.
“Do you think about me when you fuck yourself?”
Her face red, but still she shakes her head yes. She looked almost ashamed of herself to admit she had.
“I want you to show me how you want me.”
I leaned in to kiss her lips and she reached her firm hands on my waist.
“not like that.” I remove her hands and pull at the drawstrings of her pants.
Her eyes following as I pull her pants down, leaving only her boxers on for her to take off.
“can you show me?” I ask, she nods her head again, pulling down her boxers just like I asked her to. I grab her hand and place her fingers in my mouth, prepping them for her demonstration.
A whimper leaves her lips as she watches me, quickly moving her hand to where her boxers had been. her fingertips disappeared in the softness of the hair, but I could still hear the wetness as she circled her fingers around, small whimpers leaving her mouth, her gaze never leaving me for a second.
“is that how desperate you act for me? do u dream about touching me?”
She nods quickly again, and to reward her good behavior, I unbuckle the back of my bra, and lift her hand up to my breast.
Her grip tightens, and her fingers speed up, whimpers turning into moans, her eyes holding mine.
Her breathing quickens and she starts to writhe her body into her fingers, tightening her grip on me.
she lets out a final moan and squirms her body around, throwing her head back and raising her chin, exposing her neck towards me.
I move myself onto her stomach, and place my mouth on her neck, holding the other side with my palm.
She runs her hands along my thighs, up to my waist and this time I let her. I pull back and look at her pleading eyes. Grabbing her hand, I dip it back into her wetness, then removing my panties, dip her wet fingers into me.
I let out a moan and she bites her bottom lip as she watches my mouth. I adjust myself onto her fingers and rock my body on top of her, her other hand squeezing my hip.
I lean over her face and put my nipple in her mouth, her tongue circling me, with her teeth pinching at the soft skin.
I plead for her to bite me harder and harder until the skin turns purple from her mouth and its left sore.
She grabs my hips and flips me over, lowering her head to where her fingers had been. Her tongue caressing me, and inserting her fingers into me, sliding in and out with a rythm that moved me.
Her eyes still watching me as I moaned, one hand gripping her bed frame, the other gripping her short hair, I moved myself into her mouth and when I couldn’t handle anymore, pulled her towards me, laying her head on my chest, her bare skin on mine.
we lay there together, holding each other, catching our breath, until we fall asleep.
