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The almost imperceptible way your eyes widen slightly as my fingers press in.

The way you moan when my fingers curl inside you.

The shout of surprise when I just start fucking you hard immediately.

The sound of your wetness all over my hand as it pounds in and out.

The way you pant “please” over and over and over in my ear, grasping onto me to hold on.

It always struck me as a little bit silly but I learned to curb myself for others comfort levels. Mostly.

But I have one distinct memory of decorating holiday cookies with my parents and my grandmother. My mom had worked in a sex shop back in her day, and I never hid my line of work from my family, so I was telling a work story.

I was conscious that my dad was slightly more sensitive, so I was using pretty broad descriptions, but I happened to mention silicone lube and my nana asked, “What’s that?”

I went into full sales mode. Focused on the little reindeer cookie I was decorating I started info dumping, “Oh, it’s pretty great. Water based lubricants get absorbed through vaginal mucous membranes, but silicone is too dense and our body can’t absorb it the same way. So once you apply some silicone you never have to worry about chafing, and a little goes a long way. It’s especially popular with older women, because they start producing less natural lubricant and absorb water based lubes so quickly.”

There was a silent beat after this statement.

I looked up.

My mom and grandmother were looking at me with rapt attention, and I belatedly realized I was addressing two older women who probably would welcome extra lubrication.

And then there was my dad, blushing so pink with embarrassment that I thought he was about to faint.

“I can talk about something else,” I offered in apology to my dad.

“Like hell! He can go in the other room, tell me more!” My nana declared. My dad scampered off to busy himself in another room while I answered their questions and talked about brands and pricing.

maybe at first they're overcompensating, they've adopted this swagger that they've been told is necessary to be a butch, especially a top, trying to be all forceful and take-charge but i'm biting my lip against a smile, amused. i can see right through them. i see the soft flicker in their eyes as they look up at me, unsure, so desperate to please me, and maybe they're in the middle of sucking my tits when i gently grab them by the nape of the neck and murmur, "good boy." their face gets hot and they let out an involuntary moan, overwhelmed by my voice, more naturally dominant than they've ever managed to be. i start with praise for their skill, peppered with sweet petnames that come off just a little condescending, “that feels heavenly, sweetheart, you’re taking such good care of me,” and slowly work my way to commands, “feel how wet you’ve made me,” praising them again when they obey, “that’s a good boy,” until they’re stupid with pleasure and lust

i’d tug down the waistband of her briefs with my teeth—i’d hear a hissed exhale as she struggles against the urge to moan—her strap springing free. i want to slide my mouth over it, taking her to the hilt, feeling her squirm with lust from the obscene sounds my wet mouth makes on the silicone, my head moving slowly up and down, my hands roaming over her thighs. i want to feel the effect i have on her while she clears her throat, answers some banal question from an unsuspecting coworker as her hips rock with irrepressible, barely-controlled thrusts… she’d be trying desperately to keep her face from flushing or to keep from whimpering as she sees my head bobbing faster and faster in her periphery.