love, mary.

butch who says things like “gotta get back home to the mrs,” “the wife’s got special plans for us this weekend” when they talk about their femme at work

thinking about accidentally smearing a lipstick on my butch’s cheek after hugging them and asking them to come close so i can smudge the stain off their face, only to start kissing them over and over again until they look at me with their half lidded eyes and drunken smile

sure being straight sounds okay but have you ever tried saying yes ma’am to a femme

“i asked ai” well i asked a femme lesbian because they know all the secrets of the universe and are never wrong

i love it when a femme holds my bicep instead of my hand while walking together it feels like the world is at my hands

will you let me go so slow with you? let me kiss your stomach, let me settle between your thighs and admire you? will you be patient when I pet you so gently, spread you open for me, even when you need my fingers so badly? can I take you apart with my tongue first? can I savor you? will you tell me exactly how good it feels when I finally need to fill you up?

femme lifting up her shirt to present her tits to you. back arched, chest pushed forward, eyes wide and pleading. pressing soft warm flesh up against you in the hopes of enticing you to grab a handful. impatient, needy femme bouncing slightly to draw your gaze down, desperate for you to squeeze with rough fingers or suck a nipple into your mouth. whining and begging and pleading for your touch and attention, for you to take her apart with your mouth and hands. her cunt’s already slick with longing from all the begging, all her shyness long-since forgotten. just touch her. please touch her. just think of all the little sounds she’ll make for you when you finally begin to tease her in earnest.

All I want in life is a masters degree and a nerdy butch with pretty eyes

Butches that let you baby them when no one else is looking. Butches who are silent & stoic on the outside but when it’s just you two, they’re like a big cuddly teddy bear. Butches who lay their head in your lap & let you pet their hair & remind them of all their wonderful qualities. Butches who hug you around the waist & bury their head in your stomach & fall asleep there. Butches who need back rubs & tender kisses & gentle face massages. Butches who stay in bed & catch up on their sleep sometimes while I tiptoe around, careful not to wake them. Butches with prescriptions for me to pick up & dogs for me to walk & a few chores they need help with around their house. Butches who want to go out but don’t want to have to plan it. Butches who hold my hand in a crowd & keep me safe. Who hold me in their arms at night & let me hold their face in return, cupping their cheeks so gently in both my palms & turning them every way just to admire them in a softer light. Butches who have to keep it so together all the time, who never falter in front of anyone, who always have a shoulder for everyone else to lean on in times of trouble. I want to be their strong shoulder, their warm hug, their constant comfort. I want to give to a giver.