Butch Laps Were Designed For Femmes To Sit On

I want her to have my baby. While I’m deep inside her I’ll tell her how much of a cute mommy she’ll be. Please I just want to knock up a femme.

Hardcore butch gf that moans "Mommy" all girly for me<3

Butches will casually drop lines on you that rival the most devoted and tender sentences in classic lit and then go back to playing video games

daydreaming about femmes*

(*one femme in particular)

Butches are the softest lovers.

Yes, we’re rough lovers some of the time. We grab, bite, pull, and spank. We’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t remember your own name.

But we are also soft lovers too.

We’ll give you all the kisses you desire while we hold you in our arms so that you feel all small and safe. We’ll spoil you and be all chivalrous and gentleman-y with you because you’re a princess so it’s what you deserve. We’ll blush and loose all ability to speak when we see you all dressed up because you just look that pretty. We’ll lie our heads on your chest, nearly falling asleep while you run your fingers through our hair.

Butches are the softest lovers.

i will only respond if I’m called princess from now on 😇 because i am one and should be seen as such

hehe

Groping and humping each other while we share a blunt, getting higher, which makes us needier and much more desperate to fuck each other stupid

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.

MEN MINORS AND TERFS FUCK OFF

i just want to be called a dumb puppy as you pull my leash while my cock is inside of you, making my dumb butch puppy brain short circuit even more. plus points if you make me beg to let me cum inside of you <3