#butchcock

[kittiecouture]

collars… collaring a butch.. leashing… pulling them closer… mkaing them beg.. their whimpers… i jsut- i need a minute, actually-

[barbed-wire-butch]

Her breath catches in her throat

Every time she pauses I am still, listening to her heart beating erratically.

A tiny gasp will escape her, a soft little moan.

Tears gather in big doe eyes, pleasure overstimming her until she can't feel her legs.

She whines and bucks against her butch, her hips intuitively seek mine, pushing against me as closely as possible.

So I am still when she pauses, listening; I don't want to miss a single thing.

[tinyfemmehoneybee]

Vibe check!

*starts sucking your strap*

[heythismakesmethinkofyou]

Lazy Sunday, come get it b

[kittiecouture]

oh nothing, just thinking about waking up a butch, stud or a femme by nuzzling (hate that word but i can’t think of a better one rn) my nose into their neck and tickling them with my exhales. oh yeah we’re being wholesome this morning, can you tell i’m ovulating?

[kittiecouture]

i wanna gnaw on a butches muscles until my teethmarks are permanently embedded into their skin, and then i want to scratch my nails down a femmes’ back until i see the blood rush to the surface of the skin. i luv marking if you can’t tell ꉂ ˋ ᗜ ˊ ฅ

[kittiecouture]

would it be too much to ask for a butch that’s okay with wearing a collar w/ a leash and being called pet names? is that too much for the universe to bless me with? :(

[kittiecouture]

mmm need me a dominant stud / butch / femme that acts all tough whenever we’re in public, teasing me and trying to make me squirm. always being so touchy whenever we’re real close to each other, constantly trying to cop a feel at me. it wouldn’t work, of course, because we both know i have much more self control than them. i would let them have their fun, letting them mark up my skin in secluded areas, whisper their dirtiest fantasies to me when no one is paying attention. all the while, they can barely keep themselves together. they become more needy, more reckless with their teases. but when we get home, oh that’s when the real fun begins. they’d let that bold persona slip, walking to me and immediately crashing our lips together. i would gasp contently, easily sliding my tongue in their mouth as they whimpered throughout the kiss. casually, i would wrap my hand around their throat and slowly push them from the kiss with a loud smack of our lips. they look at me with wide eyes as i drag them to the bedroom, where we spend the rest of the night drawing the pleasure out of one another. whew, just writing this took the wind out of me.