It’s Been A While Since I’ve Had You…you’re In My Lap Instantly Grinding Against Me For Relief

It’s been a while since I’ve had you…you’re in my lap instantly grinding against me for relief as we kiss. My hand holds your chin at first then slowly traces it’s way down your delicate throat and across your collarbone and back. Finally I cup your breast and pinch your sensitive nipples causing you to gasp, I smile and run my teeth along your jaw and to your neck where I give you a soft bite, your nails dig into my shoulders. I roll us over so that you’re beneath me now my sweet soft princess. I pull your shirt off and my lips and tongue begin exploring the path my fingers took moments ago. Once my mouth has its fill of sucking and nibbling on your breast it begins to wander lower kissing across the soft skin of your tummy as my hands remove whatever clothing that is covering your body that my mouth wishes to explore. Lower and lower, you have your knees together but only because your already so needy you’re trying to find relief by squeezing your thighs together. I spread your legs apart fully exposing you. My hands traveling in soft motions from your knees back up your thigh and dipping so close to where you want to be touched that you’re begging. I watch you being such a good girl making mouth water for a taste of you, I’ve missed this, missed you so much. I make you look me in the eye as I lick my lips and lower my head to your delicate little bits, soft kisses at first causing your hips to buck, my mouth instantly covered in your wetness. Next I lick so slowly with my tongue soft and flat from your bottom up to your clit and back down over and over. When I know you can take no more I bury my face in your sweet folds my mouth latched over your clit sucking lightly as my tongue more directly rubs your clit. You explode in my mouth almost instantly. I continue to devour my sweet treat until your hands are my hair pulling me up. I’m on my knees undoing my belt and pants with you laid out beneath in a blissful daze. I pull my strap out from within my pants, you try to sit up like you want to stroke and suck it but I push you back down. I push your legs to your chest, your pretty pussy all on display for me now, glistening with wetness, I rub my strap along your folds gathering your wetness as I go. You give a little jump when I get close to you clit still very sensitive. Finally I tease at your tight entrance, much to big for you, but you always take me like a good girl. I slowly begin to sink into you, your nails digging into my back as I do, I release your legs from your chest as I begin to cover your smaller body with bigger, until I’m completely inside you and you perfectly pinned beneath me. I kiss the top of your head and tell you what a good girl you are as you whimper and whine beneath me. Then I begin my slow pace enjoying the feel of your tight walls gripping as I make my way out and the delicious resistance and pressure on my strap as I make my way back in. Finally you’re moaning begging for me to go faster, harder wanting your release again needy girl. I squeeze my arms tighter around you, shush you, telling you to relax, I’ve got you, let me enjoy your tight pussy, I’ve need this so much. I continue at my slow languishing pace and feel myself get closer and hear you begging to be pushed over the edge, until the tingle spreads up my back and I’m cumming hard grunting in your ear with rough hard thrust down into you taking you over the edge with me. I stay over and in you for a while my hips thrusting into you erratically on occasion.

another butch/femme ask list

I’m bored and want attention from butches so here’s another butch/femme ask list created by yours truly.

a fun fact

what you love most about being butch/femme

an item of clothing that gives you gender euphoria

your favorite thing about femmes/butches

a femme/butch your crushing on

your ideal date

ideas for how femmes/butches can make you feel extra butch/femme

something that is especially butch/femme to you

your favorite ring/necklace

snapbacks or nah?

do you like to build stuff?

what’s something that feels butch/femme but technically isn’t?

who are your butch/femme heros?

if you could meet one butch/femme from history who would it be and why?

who’s a straight actress who plays butch/femme well?

what were the early signs in your childhood that you probably didn’t notice but should have that you would be butch/femme?

what can a femme/butch do to catch your attention?

how long have you been out?

what was your coming out process like?

gush about your pets

favorite color

flannel or leather?

favorite genre of music

favorite thing a butch/femme can do for you

dealers choice (a random question not on this list that the asker is curious about)

BONUS: Gush about your s/o if applicable OR if you don’t have one, write them a love letter as if you do so that they may see it in the future.

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butchleatherpup

2 years ago

The way I want to be taken down a peg by a hot femme. Everyone sees me in my leathers and my boots and my tattoos and you in your bright colorful clothes and they think they know what happens behind closed doors. Depending on the day and the assumption, they might even be close to right.

But some days you want to be the tough one. I don’t like to give up power easily, so you plan your attack with precision. Maybe you let me take you out to dinner, let me be chivalrous and pull your chair out and pay for the check. Let me spend all night teasing you slyly and draping off of my arm like youre coy. We both know that’s not the case, but we also know it makes me feel confident to get to make the first move. After a lovely night of showing you off and working me up we head home to the bedroom.

You wear something pretty and silky and lay in the bed, looking like a masterpiece. You hold me close and kiss the spot on my neck that makes me shiver and tug on my short hair and that makes me gasp. After a while you lay back and pant, giving me the look that tells me I better leave and come back to bed with something nice and big to fill you up with. So I do, reaching into nearby drawers and grabbing a collection of things: a harness, one of my more impressive dicks, lube, a condom. I set my self up, slowly and luxuriously pulling the straps tight and stroking my dick in front of you like I’m a performer, teasing you as much as I possibly can. You even let me get underneath you, starting to ride on my thighs and stomach, letting my hands wander.

Right as I’m rubbing my dick in between your thighs and I’m guiding your hips you suddenly grab my wrists and pin them by my head. I gasp at the sudden change in power dynamic and my head swims a bit at the way you look at me. Somethings changed in you, and I can tell you’ve taken on a new goal when you grab my strap and start stroking. Not just taking me, but needing a full Conquest. Doing my part to make it harder for you, I again try to move your hips up and onto me, only for my hands to get slapped away and pinned down again.

We both know that if I really wanted to I could flip you over and take what I want, but it’s holding that urge back that fuels how bad I want this. I decide to give up some struggle when I feel you retreat and shuffle your own harness on, pink glistening cock sparkling in the dim light. My eyes widen as I realize exactly how much control you want this evening, and you lean in close to ask if I would like to bottom tonight. When I answer it’s overwhelmingly positive, but incredibly quiet, so you take your hand with your red tipped nails and slap me across the face. I gasp again, and over my panting I can make out you telling me to ask nicely when I want to get something nicely.

So I do. I take all of my hangups about not being masculine enough, feeling like I have to be in charge, feeling like I can’t show this side of myself, and I shove them out the open window our next door neighbors can surely hear me from. I shudder and blush, but I sit up proudly when I ask you to make me your bitch. So you flip me over, fucking all the way into me from behind in one smooth motion as I cry out. You hold onto my dick, determined to keep it from swinging there uselessly and start to stroke it and grind into my cunt, and all I can do is hold onto the blankets until my knuckles go white. I can feel you fucking the fight out of me with each thrust and every single “good boy, good boy, good boy” timed perfectly in sync.

When I eventually do come it’s so loud that I’m now 100% positive the neighbors heard us, but I’m too sweaty and fucked out to care.