butchmutt dyke

feeling their desirous gaze on you while you put in drink orders at the bar

holding hands on the way home from the date and it feels like a foreshadowing of what you’re going to do to each other when you get there

heavy breathing on the phone when they’re touching themself to the sound of your voice

grinding in a weird position where you’re both like ???? why does this feel so good????

If your sex is balloons, if it is blowing raspberries on your lover’s belly, if it happens fully clothed ir in furry costumes, if it happens in a group or alone — give it the same gravity, the same reverence or irreverence as all the tiresome scenes of heterosexual penetration we all grew up reading. … There is no marginal erotic unless you sideline it.”

You can be long distance and still have that kind of connection. It doesn't matter if you haven't met in person before or if you're away from each other due to a swathe of different circumstances. It doesn't matter if you're an hour away or if you're halfway across the world!

This connection isn't limited to being in the same literal space.

It could be their voice on the phone. The flirty messages you exchange within seconds or hours of receiving it. It's the packages you receive with their perfume. It's the roleplay. The sentiments of what you could do to each other if you were in the same room.

(this was roleplay) zee asked if i wanted a treat.. and.. when i said yes, he spat in my mouth... had me suck on faer tongue, then shoved his cock down my throat and held me there until i was struggling to breathe and trying to push him off.. they let me free, but rested his fat cock, dripping with my spit, on my face, my spit mixing with my tears as i tried to catch my breath... before pulling me up and kissing me hard, leaving me breathless and lightheaded...

mommy licked my spit off my face... he had me stick my tongue out again then sucked on it..

then ripping my panties off n slamming into me... hitting my cervix n making me scream.... cumming in me n knocking me up w daddy's seed....

(this part was. not roleplay.) he had me check how wet i was.... my fingers came back slick w the slightest brush against my slit...

then... mommy made me touch myself... with my roommate in the room... teasing me for being a poor dumb puppy who has to be quiet... i asked to make sure that he didnt want me to cum - he didnt want me to cum earlier, so i thought that would be the same here!

but... they told me to cum. even with someone else in the room... daddy said, "well good luck, filthy pup." i had to bite the blanket to not cry out or whimper....

after all, a dumb mutt like me cant sleep that soaked and needy.... mommy's just taking care of his toy!

so… now that i’ve had years to grow more comfortable with my sexuality & desires… and more years on top of that to overcome a lot of my shame about a lack of practical knowledge on pleasuring someone… i find myself daydreaming a lot.

i daydream of asking my butch to show me how he likes to be touched. of asking hir to demonstrate the angles the motions the pace he prefers… all of it. all while his legs are over my shoulders. my arms supporting them there, my fingertips pressing into the fat of zyr thighs. kissing his thighs, and watching intently.

Yes, this post is hot in its own way. It's a desirable outcome at the end of the day when we're in the same place. But... god... that made me all sappy.

I dream of easing you into a sense of security, of comfort, and of pleasure. I dream of knowing each other's bodies in such a way that non-verbal consent comes easy as saying no mid-sex without any guilt or shame.

Yes. I want your hands on me. I want you to hold my fat, and feel my glistening slick coat your face as you work me up and get me wetter as the night idles on. I want our sweat to mix. I want our scents to be indistinguishable from each other. I want to scream your name as I wrap my legs around your head, convulsing with each squeeze, and not a single noise of protest in your throat.

I want it all.

And most of all—

i spin you around, your back against my front, cupping your breasts and thumbing over your pretty, pretty nipples. you gasp, and i laugh—oh, look at them harden. my hands travel over the softness of your waist before resting on your hips.