Butchfemme is like our sexy secret. That’s what makes it so goddamn erotic. When she’s opening the door for me, or buying my dinner, or helping me try on endless high heel shoes… people probably look at us… & they think “Aww how sweet, how romantic.” What a cute little couple.
They don’t see the way her eyes trail up my leg while she’s bent down buckling the strap on my shoe. How she looks straight between my open legs & up my frilly skirt. The way her eyes go dark & sexy when she sees my panties (they’re wet already). She looks so masculine & composed to everyone else… but I know she’s hungry for it. I might look sweet but she knows I’m anything but. I wore the white panties on purpose, I know just how much she loves them. Then there’s that torturous walk to the register. I stroke her forearms while she talks to the cashier, I trail my long nails along the inside of her wrist & down my favorite fingers. It reminds her how bad I want her inside me, but of course the guy behind the register wouldn’t know that. She smiles at the cashier but shifts on the balls of her feet, my impatient little baby. She wants to fuck me so bad, I can tell. My stoic handsome girl. Only I notice the way her fingers slip & shake a little when she’s putting her wallet away.
Now we walk to the car, and she’s holding my hand and letting me lead her for once. She’s distracted is why, I can feel it. I can feel her looking at my ass & hips while I walk in front of her. She’s thinking about pulling my skirt up & fucking me. She’s picturing it all. As we get near the car of course she remembers herself though & takes the bag away from me. She pops the trunk of our car & puts the shoestore bag back there. Carefully, she opens my car door & helps me in. A little old couple smiles at us, they must think “Aww how sweet, how romantic.” What a cute couple.
In the car her hands are tight on the steering wheel. She’s driving us straight home. I lean back in the seat, innocently adjusting my skirt across my legs. I’m so wet for her & she knows it. We have to wait at a red light. Her hand comes over, she grips my thigh, I hear her groan quietly under her breath. Her fingers twitch on my leg, she wants it bad, she wants to take it. I shift in my seat. My pussy starts to throb.
She pulls into our driveway. She starts to reach down, to pop the trunk again, of course she wants to carry the bags in for me. She’s so strong. But I grab her hand. “Babyyy,” I whine. I look at her & she looks at me & my face must show how badly I need her. I can see how the knowledge excites her even more. So we leave the shoes in the goddamn trunk.
It’s not about the shoes anyway. It’s never about that. It’s about desire & being desired all at once. It’s about the way we aren’t afraid to WANT each other. It’s the way she picks me up so reverently, like I’m something precious. But her eyes are begging to tear into me, to split me in two. She lays me on the bed & I smile at her, wiggling my hips so that my skirt falls up & she can see those wet panties again. She’s already snatching her clothes off, reaching for her strap.
“Pleeeease,” I say, but it’s not necessary. She’d never make me wait.
