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a butch who confidently answers ‘tits’ when asked the age-old question ‘tits or ass.’ that’s all i need to start with. i know it’ll be so easy to get them obsessed. wearing shirts that draw attention to my chest, low necklines, soft fuzzy sweaters that make such a pleasant rounded outline, tight baby tees, no bra. they’re entranced by the way my nipples poke through to say hello. and during sex of course i tell them to suck my titties, i show them how much pleasure it brings me, i teach them how to suck properly, taking as much of the titty as will fit into their mouth, tongue flat and pressed forward, the hard bud of my nipple against their soft palette.

little by little i start lifting my shirt when they’re bored, restless, when they’ve had a hard day, letting them grab and squeeze, so they associate my tits with comfort, not just with sex. and eventually, after a particularly stressful day, i show them my tits and ask if they wanna suck on them, just for a few minutes, “it’s okay love, i don’t mind, it’ll help you relax.” they’re hesitant and can’t quite meet my eyes but they want to try it. and it works. they feel so very relaxed and safe as i cradle their head and give them gentle scratches and reassure that this is good for them, it’s normal, in such a soft, soothing voice.

but after that first time i wait. i stop offering. i notice the slight desperation in their eyes. the whiny pitch of their voice as they tell me they had a hard day. and i soothe them, of course, but i don’t offer my tits again. i wait until they ask. stammering over the words. face flushed so hot. barely able to admit to themselves that they enjoyed it like that, that it made them hard, in a deep and squirmy way that they’ve never really felt before. not hard in a competent, topping way. hard in a weak, sweet, wanna-be-your-baby-boy way.

You were happy to oblige. Coming over to sit on the couch and watch movies in comfy clothes, bringing snacks and treats.

It isn't til the second movie we start digging into the sweets. You watch with an eager eye as I enjoy the bag of chocolates. You have a couple, but let me have the rest, clearly enjoying them.

"Mmm I don't know why I'm so tired," I say after a while, reflexively snuggling into your side. My hands wonder over you absently. I'm desperate to touch you, nuzzling into you. "Sorry," I mumble. "You're so soft."

"That's okay, doll," you say. "You can relax with me." Your hands runs through my hair, gripping gently so you can tilt my head back to get a good look at me. "You're so gone, aren't you, sweet thing?"

"Hmm?" I'm fuzzy, I can't really focus on the words, just how good I feel with your hand in my hair. How much I like the look in your eyes. "What was in that candy?" I ask, but I can't suppress the giggle.

You smirk at me, "Why?"

"No reason," I say, giggling again. Maybe it's just me. I'm not sure. It's hard to decide.

When your other hand smooths across my bare stomach, floating up to grope my soft tits, I arch into your touch, giggles cut off by the need that wracks my body.

"Oh, do you like that?" You ask, your tone mocks me gently, but it doesn't take the reverence out of your touch.

Your hand pulls the neckline of my tank top now, bearing my plush tits to you. Your palms on my bare skin set me on fire. Your hand in my hair tightens as you tip my head back, and your mouth is on my neck. Nuzzling, nipping, licking, kissing. I'm floating under you.

"You know what was in that candy?" You ask me, breath hot on my ear as you hold me in place. "Just a little THC, doll." Your fingers pinch my tight nipple and I gasp. "But all weed is slut weed when you're a little slut. Isn't it, angel?"

I try to answer, but I can't quite form the words as your hand abandons my chest, sliding down to grope my thighs, free to grab as they stick out of my tiny shorts. "What was that? Use your words, doll."

"I'm not," I try to say. But you chuckle as your fingers float the dampness at the apex of my thighs.

"Are you sure? You're already so wet. Just like a good little slut."

I try to chase your gentle touches with my hips and you laugh. Maybe I am a slut, your hands feel so good on me. You're my friend after all, and I trust what you say.

"Is that what you want? Do you want me to touch you, angel? Help you relax?"

I try to respond but your mouth is on mine. It's candy sweet as you taste me. You swallow my moan as you finally let me grind against your hand.

"Please," I mumble against you.

"'Please' what? I said to use your words," you chastise, but your mouth on my neck again takes the sting out of it. Your teeth sink into me when I don't respond right away.

"Please," I beg. I can't keep my eyes open as I sink into the sensation of you. "Please touch me."

"There we go, angel. You know I'll always take care of you," you say as your hand slides to the waist band of my shorts. You kiss down my neck. Your tongue circles my nipple as you run your fingers through my slickness. "I always know what you need."

Your mouth works my nipples as your fingers slowly circle my clit. Torturous in your slow, steady attention. I shake under you, unable to stop myself from moaning and gasping.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you." Your fingers slip inside of me, stroking firmly. "You can let go, I've got you."

I can't feel anything beyond your hands on me, in me. You feel so, so good. I'm lost in your touch. I can feel the moan scrape out of my throat as you laugh against my skin.

"Yeah, angel, just like that." I arch and cum around you, soaking your hand and shaking.

"You're so good for me. You'll let me do anything I want, won't you?" You say, as I shudder through the aftershocks, kissing my heated skin.

"Yes," I manage.

1. Put on some thin cotton panties (bonus points if they are in a colour that’ll get darker when they’re wet) and a thin T-shirt.

2. Lay down on your back with your legs spread and open up your favourite porn website.

3. Pick a video that you like the look of and start watching. Watch the whole thing but DO NOT TOUCH ANY PART OF YOUR BODY! Keep your legs spread, no friction for that little pussy yet.

4. Once that video is over, pick another one, watch the whole thing. This time you can touch, but only your nipples and only over your T-shirt. Pinch and rub and twist them. No touching any other part of your body, no closing your legs, wind yourself up just by touching your nipples.

5. Pick a new video, watch the whole thing. With your legs spread GENTLY run your fingers up and down your pussy lips over your panties. No touching your clit, don’t even ghost over it. No touching your achy nipples. Just light touches around your denied pussy.

6. Pick a new video, watch the whole thing. Pull your top up over your tits and play with your nipples again. Your first skin to skin contact, are you dripping yet? Have your panties changed colour yet? Look at you. Legs spread, tits out, drippy pussy, pinching your nipples till they’re sore. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You feel that? I wish you could see how dumb and cockdrunk you look, and you haven’t even properly touched your pussy yet.

7. Pick a new video, watch the whole thing. Lightly rub your swollen clit over your panties, don’t bother pulling your T-shirt down. Does it feel good? It feels good to finally give that needy clit some attention doesn’t it?

8. Pick a new video, watch the whole thing. Take your soaking panties off, keep your legs spread. Gently rub around your pussy. Don’t touch your clit, don’t touch your nipples, don’t touch that drippy little hole. Begging to cum yet? Good girl.

9. Pick a new video, watch the whole thing. Hold one finger over your needy clit GENTLY! No rubbing, no pressure. Just a light touch. Keeps your legs spread, keep your hips still. No cumming baby girl. Are you drooling all over your pretty tits yet?

10. Pick a new video, watch the whole thing. Take one finger and slowly put it in your little hole. Don’t fuck yourself with it, try not to clench your pussy walls around it. Just feel it there. Watch that video and imagine what it would feel like if you could fuck your pussy really fucking hard.

11. Pick a new video, watch the whole thing. Keep your legs spread but let’s leave that cunt alone for a moment. This time play with your asshole. Fingers, toys, a plug? I don’t care. But open that asshole up and have fun with it.

12. Final step. Pick a new video, a long one, watch the whole thing. One finger or toy in your cute little asshole or your slutty cunt hole, whichever you prefer. Fuck yourself with it. Rub your aching clit with your other hand, as hard as you like. Feel good baby? Finally getting some kind of relief for your little whore body? You look like such a fucking slut! Drooling all over your tits, your nipples look so sore. How hard did you pinch them! The sounds coming from your cunt are delicious, you are so fucking drippy baby!

Option 1: Cum! Cum long and hard and loud. Scream the house down. Have the best orgasm of your life and then ask someone very nicely to clean up your wet cunt with their tongue.

Taking her on a date, wearing my baggiest pants to hide the bulge of my strap—because why would I waste time trying to fumble with the adjustments when she’s so eager for my cock? Romancing her, kissing her every chance I get, telling her how beautiful she is. Knowing how wet she gets from all the attention and praise. Just to get her home and take my time with her. Kissing, licking, sucking, creating little marks that bloom beautifully like the flowers I’d brought that now sit pretty in a vase on her nightstand. Making my way to the center most part of her body. The part that’s so needy and dripping, begging to be filled.

But I wouldn’t fuck her just yet. I’d take my time. Teasing her, pressing little kisses to her clit and running my tongue along her folds with a feather light touch. Blowing cool air on the slick skin. And finally eating her out ravenously until my face is covered in her juices and the bed sheets are soaked from my saliva and her messy cunt.

I’d savor the look of relief on her face as I finally take my pants off and the strap perks up, finally free, and I start pushing it into her awaiting hole. She’d been wanting this as badly as I did, and the feeling of finally being stretched and fucked open is so satisfying—but it’s not enough. She’s so horny that she’d lock her legs around my hips and try to push me to slide the rest of it in all the way. And since she’s so eager, I’d oblige.

Her legs are surprisingly easy to unhook from around my waist and she’s so pliant when I push her knees toward her chest, lifting her hips for a better angle. Finally, I’d fuck her the way she likes. The way she deserves. Thrusting into her with such precision that it doesn’t take long for her moans to turn into incoherent babble. Pleas for more turn into one big, jumbled word, a run-on sentence until she settles for those breathless gasps that really get me going. It’s like she can’t breathe, doesn’t need to breathe, doesn’t want to breathe—not with the way her hands frantically search for mine to try to pull me down for a kiss. I’d spread her legs again, letting them fall to either side of me, leaning down and capturing her lips between my own. The kiss would be sloppy. More tongue and breathing into each other’s mouths than anything. Using mine to claim hers. Nibbling on her lip and fucking my tongue into her mouth obscenely when she gasps as I reach one of my hands down and start playing with her clit. I’d still be rocking my hips into her, and the added pressure of my fingers rubbing and lightly pinching at her clit would be just what she needed to push her over the edge. And I wouldn’t stop yet—I’d keep fucking her through her orgasm, keep trying to kiss her as she moans loudly and drools, keep rubbing her clit until her thighs are shaking and she’s sensitive.