#butch4brat

[bitchyandbratty]

need to “i bet i’m stronger than you.” my way under a butch

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

thorough pussy inspections before sex becoming our ritual. you, naked on the bed, waiting. me taking my time. “spread your legs for me, baby. let me see if you’re ready.” you obeying immediately, thighs falling open. me settling between your legs, just looking first. appreciating the view. “such a pretty girl.” my hands on your inner thighs, stroking gently. “stay still for me, sweetheart. need to do a proper inspection.” starting slowly, deliberately. one finger sliding through your lips, barely touching. just tracing, exploring. “let’s see how wet you are.” running my finger up and down, gathering your wetness. you already squirming slightly. “still, baby. i need to check thoroughly.” continuing those touches, feeling you getting wetter under my attention. “good girl. responding so well already.” sliding my finger more between your lips, separating them gently. looking closely, examining. “so pretty, baby. look how wet you’re getting just from me touching like this.” circling your clit lightly, watching you gasp. “sensitive here?” you nodding, trying to stay still like i asked. “good to know.” moving lower, finger circling your hole. “let’s check how ready you are inside, sweetheart.” pushing one finger in slowly, so slowly. watching it disappear. “so tight, baby. good girl.” pumping gently, feeling your walls. “you’re gripping my finger so nicely.” adding a second finger carefully. “let’s see if you can take more.” pushing both in, curling them slightly. “that’s it. taking my fingers so well.” you whimpering, hips wanting to move. “stay still, baby. i’m not done inspecting yet.” continuing to pump my fingers slowly, expertly. feeling every inch of you inside. “you’re so wet, sweetheart. soaking my fingers.” pulling them out to look at them, showing you how they glisten. “see? look how ready you are.” pushing them back inside, deeper this time. “let me check a bit more.” curling them up, finding that spot. you gasping, trying hard not to move. “found it. good.” rubbing there deliberately, watching your reaction. “you’re doing so well staying still for me, baby. such a good girl.” adding a third finger, stretching you. “need to make sure you can take what i’m going to give you.” pushing all three in slowly. “that’s it. open up for me, sweetheart.” you whimpering, so close to begging. “almost done with the inspection, baby. be patient.” fucking you slowly with three fingers, feeling how wet and ready you are. “perfect. you’re absolutely perfect.” pulling my fingers out finally, you whining at the loss. “inspection complete, sweetheart. you’re ready for me now.” you looking desperate, needy. “such a good girl being patient through all that. now you get what you need.”

[dyke-construction]

I love sexting. I love reading all the filthy things you want done to you, especially if they make you shy. I love knowing exactly how you touch yourself. I love seeing typos in texts knowing it’s because you’re losing composure from fucking yourself because you’re so. fucking. close..

[femme-4-butches]

Jax from the back reveals the powerfully muscled torso, narrow waist, and military haircut of a young male cadet, an identification furthered by the camouflage clothing. From the front, our error is made manifest.

Jax, Jackie McConochie, London, 1991, Del LaGrace Volcano.

[rems-rambles]

How it feels to be a lesbian who’s attracted to literally anyone who isn’t a cis man

[doublespiked]

taking a cute girl out on a date and dealing with the attitude she gives you, keeping track so you can fuck it all out of her when you get home. you're well in when shes overstimulated and begging for a break, but you just look down at your list and shake your head, “you should have been good, baby.”

[angelicbite]

[biteriskmasc]

thinking about soft somno with a pretty thing all curled up in bed with me. paying close attention to her breathing while my fingers drift up and down her tummy, watching her soft skin prickle with goose bumps. slipping my hand between her thighs and feeling her shift, almost arching into my palm even while half asleep. those sleepy little whines are addicting; soft and broken. and they somehow sound even better with my thumb in her mouth, gently soothing her into taking it so well for me.