El

- 26

- CO, US

- Mediamexicana 🇲🇽 (pero estoy una no sabo, soy apriendido Español)

- transfeminine butch lesbian

I'll write smut here periodically, which can include the following kinks:

- breeding

- sub topping/service topping

- petplay

- Overstim

- edging/denial

- BDSM

- Biting/hickeys/marks

Kinks I do not interact with:

- scat

- raceplay

- age play

- detrans/misogyny/dykebreaking

People I do not interact with:

- queerphobes/transphobes

- ableists/misogynists/racists/TERFs/fascists

- cis men/chasers

I wanna wait at the door for you to come home after a long day of work. I wanna wrap my arms around your waist and nuzzle into you.

"Hi, baby," you say with a sigh, running your fingers through my hair, "How was your day?"

My hands slowly wander up your back and I whimper. You chuckle and cup my cheeks. "Oh? Do you need something?"

"I want... I-I want to..." I can barely get the words out, I'm so worked up with the thought of you, "I need to make you feel good."

Another chuckle as you guide my eyes up to yours. "Take me to bed then, beautiful," you whisper with that smirk, and I don't hesitate to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom.

I lay you down and kiss you fervently, like I need my lips on you to survive. Undressing you, admiring every inch of your body, whimpering at every sigh and gasp I ilicit out of you. Soon, you're undressed and covered in kisses.

"Silly girl... I can feel you, you know," you tease, and I shudder, realizing I'm pressed into your thigh, wet and firm and needy.

I gasp and kiss your neck, hand finding the wetness between your legs. "I have to feel you... have to taste you," I mutter softly as I begin rubbing you. You gasp. "I'm all yours, sweetness," you say as I work you up, kissing down your body while I work you up with a steady and strong hand.

Eventually I work my way down to your thigh, then back up, inches away from your most sensitive spot. I'm panting, taking in the smell of you, the sight of you. "...Can I...?" I beg, "Please, p-please, can I taste you-?"

You grab my hair and pull me in and I moan into you. You gasp as I lap you up, kissing you and sucking you and moaning into you until you tense up around me and your thighs clench. I know what that means. I take my hand out of my own boxers to use them on you and you careen over the edge. I could come just from making you come, and I almost do, but I hold out, just for you.

I climb on top of you after I work you through your climax. "...Need more..." I mutter as I line myself up to you, "I need... I need to feel you around me..." I thrust into you and my whole body shudders. You moan into my mouth as you kiss me, and I return the favor by moaning into you. My thrusts take a steady rhythm, and every time you coo a praise into me or nibble my ear, my hips shudder and jolt into you.

I lose track of myself, of time, all that matters is feeling you hold onto me, moaning in my ear, biting and kissing and scratching my back. "...Close...?" An ask as much as it is a declaration. You nod and give me those glassy eyes that drive me wild. You clench around me and I duck into the crook of your neck, whimpering and whining and moaning like you're the one in control here. And of course, you are, which you prove every time you call me a good girl or tell me I'm doing so well.

Soon, I feel you coming again, tensing around my body, digging your nails in my back, moaning primally next to my ear, and the twitching coaxes me over the edge as well. I moan and whimper and whatever brain power I had left comes deep inside you, and you bite my shoulder as a reward. You work me through every second until I'm limp and warm and pliable and wrapped up in your arms.

"You did so good for me, sweet girl," you coo as you drag your fingernails up and down my back. I nuzzle and whine ever so slightly, breath shaky and body twitching from aftershocks. "So, so good... I'm so proud of you..." And I'm too overstimulated to form words, but I try to voice thanks to you, for letting me make you feel good. It's all I want to do, it's what I live for.

You sitting on the edge of the bed, looming over me. I'm likely taller than you normally, but you're definitely taller than me when I'm on my knees. You know this, I know this, and it always causes me to get into a blissed headspace you call "puppyspace." I just refer to it as "subspace," because being called "puppy" is so embarrassing, even if it makes me-

A snap from your fingers brings me back into puppyspace, far away from the thoughts that dared to yank me out of it.

You dramatically lift up your leg and set it down directly in front of me. "Admire it, pup," you order, pointing at the shiny black combat boot you're wearing. Thick soles, no crease, straps and laces neatly organized. "...Why don't you kiss it for me?"

How embarrassing! The embarrassment doesn't stop me from whining and covering my face bashfully. You yank on the chain leash connected to my collar and my hands snap to my sides, eyes finding yours directly as if my body knows to before I do. "Don't hide from me," you warn in a low voice as you slowly pull me in closer, giving my body time to respond to the movement. Another whine as I do.

You sigh after another moment of embarrassed hesitation and place your boot on top of the chain before suddenly stomping down to the floor, yanking me with it. I moan and pant, too dazed from the act to process how compromised a position I'm in; cheek against the scratchy carpet, ass in the air.

"Are you going to behave?" You ask firmly as you let off the chain and beckon me to sit up.

"...Yes, I- ah!" I start as I return to my spot on my knees, but I'm cut off by a firm slap to the cheek. Not hard enough to cause any damage, just enough to make my brain melt and my hips buck against nothing.

"Puppies don't use human words," you tease as you rub my cheek as it glows bright red, iliciting another whine, "Are you going to behave?"

I know what you want, even though I'm embarrassed to give it to you. But it's the eyes; your eyes finally convince me to put aside my shame and bark for you. A single, high pitched yip, then I immediately look away with rosy cheeks. You chuckle, satisfied.

"Good, good puppy," you tease lowly before pointing back to your boot, "Now, kiss it."

My eyes don't leave yours for as long as possible as I slowly bend down to be on the level of your boot. My brain is so fuzzy as I smell the leather, the residual polish you worked into the boot recently. My eyes find yours, and then my lips connect with the steel toe of your boot. My whole body shudders as I think about how degrading all of this is. I think about sitting back up, but decide against it at the last moment; you didn't give me permission.

"Say thank you, pup," you order as you place the toe of your sole lightly against my cheek, "Use your human words."

"Thank you," I say weakly, eyes finding yours. Another yank, pulling me into the sole of your boot. It's not even worth the physical strain of stepping down on me.

"Thank the boot, puppy," you correct me, and I whine. I really am beneath you, right now.

My eyes bashfully connect with the boot instead. "...Th-Thank you," voice barely above a whisper, directed to the unflinching, unwavering, ambivalent boot. You chuckle at the display and set your boot down on the floor.

"You did so good for me, pup," you say as you slowly guide me up by the leash to you. I inch closer until my chest is against your knee. You position your boot right up against me and my whole body shudders. "Take your pleasure, darling."

My body grinding into you before I fully process the order. That's how you trained me; total, unflinching obedience. My arms wrap around your leg, partially for stability and partially for the closeness, the contact to your body. This ilicits a chuckle out of you.

"So fucking pathetic, you know that?" You degrade with a teasing lilt, then yank my leash up to force eye contact, "Keep your eyes on me, puppy. That's the least you can do for me."

My eyes flutter and I let out an involuntary noise of arousal. I grind even deeper into you, making a mess of my boxers and, soon, your boot.

After a while, you can feel my body tense up, my moans get a little more shrill, more pathetic. "Are you going to come already, pup?" You tease with a satisfied chuckle, "Who did this to you?"

I try to form a response in human words, but all that comes out is a strained bark, like before. You coo condescendingly and run your fingers through my hair. "So cute," you tease, before grabbing a fistful of my hair, "Come for me, puppy. Be a good girl and come on my boot."

I fall completely undone on you, and if I had any brain power left, I'd be embarrassed about the circumstances. But thinking isn't for silly puppies, puppies just have to feel good and be cute and obey. And so I do, as you coo and praise and work me through every second.

You straddled on top of me, our most sensitive parts lined up with each other. It would be so easy for either of us to buck into the other, to take that pleasure through our boxers.

But I am obedient, and you are in control.

You pick the wand up and I gasp. You can feel me twitch in anticipation, which gets a chuckle out of you. "Oh yeah?" You ask in a condescending lilt and I nod eagerly. Another chuckle as you press the head of the wand to my cheek and turn it on.

The vibrations surge through my face and I whine in growing desperation. You giggle and begin slowly tracing it down the side of my neck, down my chest, across a nipple, and down my waist until...

...Until you miss where I want it, pressing it gently into my upper thigh.

I whine desperately, trying to shift and buck to get as close to the toy as possible, but you tentatively pull away. "Aww, do you want something?" You tease condescendingly, "That's not how we ask, puppy."

Another pathetic whine coaxed out of me, hoping that that will be enough.

"Use your words, puppy."

"...P-Please..." I muster shakily with a broken voice, "Please... can you put the wand against us? Please I'll be so good please please please plea- fuck!"

I'm cut off by you pressing the vibrating wand firmly between us. My back arches and I let out a pathetic, broken noise. "Oh, I know, I know..." you coo as you trace slow little circles into the most sensitive part of me, of both of us.

You know how self-conscious about how loud I can be, how noisy I can get, how instinctive it can be for me to cover my mouth. And I try to, but you guide my hands away from my mouth with a coo. "No, angel, I want to hear all of your pretty noises," you mutter as you turn the vibration up, "Don't be shy, and don't stifle anything for me. It's just us, you're allowed to take up space and be loud, I promise you..."

Falling apart with that permission. Becoming louder, needier, more vulnerable with the sounds and the begging you coax out of me. You coo and praise me for taking it so well, and my hips begin bucking and thrusting with every praise, rubbing you just how you need. Our underwear are soaked through with each other, wet and warm and slick with need.

"You're so perfect like this, puppy," you coo as my please get more incoherent, "My perfect angel... Are you getting close?" I nod, keeping no secrets from you, even if words fail me. Tears of overwhelming ecstacy well in the corners of my eyes as my hips get more unpredictable in their bucking.

My hands find your wrist and I cling to you for support. "Close, c-close, I'm... so close..." I plead breathlessly, "Can I... Can I come, please?"

You giggle softly, condescendingly. "You're so cute... Very well. Be a good girl and come for me."

On cue, my body tenses and I come completely undone with a shaky moan. You work me through every moment as wave after wave of plasure wracks my body, and then I fall limp and spent back into the bed.

I worked out last night so my blood has been pumping, my muscles relaxed and warm. My progesterone is still being processed in my system which always ups my libido to a pathetic degree. And of course, waking up to you next to me, morning sun filling the room and bathing our half naked bodies in a beautiful glow. I dare not touch you right now, not while you're unconscious.

Trying to ignore my body and what it wants.

You wake up a bit after I do, my shifting in bed prompting your body to my presence, my consciousness. "Mmm, good morning," you groan out, half-lidded and content. Your body slowly wrapping itself around mine.

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?" I ask as I reciprocate, wrapping an arm around you and keeping you close.

"Mmm, pretty good, how about you?" You ask as you wrap a leg around my waist and feel me. You gasp, partially in shock and partially in excitement. I gasp, mostly in surprise but partially from the stimulation.

My first instinct is to apologize, to try to pull away in shame and to explain that my body just does that sometimes, and it doesn't mean we have to do anything about it. You shush me halfway through my explanation. "I know, sweetness," you mutter softly, tensing around my body, not letting me squirm away, "You don't have to be embarrassed about it, I promise I understand." You hold a free hand up to me, a nonverbal offer to take my hand. I give my hand to you anxiously and you guide it down between your own legs, so I can feel you. "Besides... you're not the only one who wales up all worked up."

I shudder in anticipation and you can feel me twitch as I feel you. You giggle sweetly at how needy my body is for attention. "Can I kiss you?" You ask, like you have to, and I nod anxiously. Our lips meet and we tangle into each other, our bodies fitting together in a familiar way.

You bite my bottom lip and I whine, and my hips buck against your thigh. You giggle again. "Needy puppy..." you tease with a whisper, and you can see my brain kick down a gear. You push your thigh with more purpose into me. "Go ahead, sweet girl, take your pleasure..."

Your permission is all I need to surrender to what my body wants. I grind into you pathetically, leaving a trail of wetness against your thigh through my boxers and whimpering into your collarbone about how good it feels. My thigh travels up between your legs, partially from writhing against you and partially because I want you to feel good too. You gasp and reciprocate, grinding into my thigh. You coo about how good I feel, how I'm doing so well, and it coaxes more sounds out of me. I kiss any part of you that's within range, a way to say thank you without having to worry about forming words.

We continue like this, too worked up to stop but too sleepy to do anything more, until I tense up and my moans get more needy. "Are you close, sweet girl?" You ask in that faux-innocent condescension that drives me wild. You know I am, even before I nod and tuck my head into you out of being overwhelmed. "That's okay, baby, I got you... You can come whenever you need, or not at all." I nod frantically in understanding, my hips speed up to match the pace until I tense around you completely and come against your thigh. You guide me through every second, praising me, telling me I did such a good job.

Once my breathing slows and my brain returns with steady breaths. "...Did you come too?" I ask with a tiny voice, almost embarrassed.

"...I enjoyed myself," you reply after a moment, "You did so good for me." And though I believe you, I want to make you feel good too. So I pull myself up on top of you, spread your legs with mine, and look at you expectedly. "...Can I make you come?" I ask, with big, pleading eyes, "I want... I want to make you come, please..."

You can never say no to me when I beg so sweetly. You nod, and before you can vocalize the permission you gave me, I'm grinding firmly into you, causing you to gasp and wrap your arms around me. I pepper your neck with kisses as I make a mess of our underwear; my refractory period is gone thanks to transition and I'm reinvigorated by a deep need to make you feel good, to push you over the edge. And soon, before either of us know it, you're wrapped around me, tensing up and bucking up into me in the way we both recognize.

"Come for me, please..." I whimper out, "Please, please... I wanna make you come, please..." And soon you do come, moaning out and writhing through an orgasm. I work you through every second of it, thanking you for it pathetically, until your breathing slows and your body becomes heavy under me.

And soon, I lift myself off of you and lie next to you, wrapping my arms back around you. There's a stillness in the morning air as we recover, a silence as we remain wrapped up in esch other a little while longer.

My hips lined up with yours, your hands gripping my shoulders loosely. Me looking down at you, a mix of adoration and worry in my eyes. "What's the matter, sweet girl?" You coo softly, stroking my cheek. I begin rambling about how I worry I won't make you feel good, or how something will be unenjoyable, or maybe I won't come like you want me to, but you shush me as my voice starts to tremble.

"We've had so much fun so far, haven't we, puppy?" You whisper softly. I nod eagerly. "I'm already enjoying this so much, the closeness, the vulnerability, the trust... Anything else that might happen is just the cherry on top of a lovely night."

I nod, embarrassed, trying to believe you. "A-Are you ready, Ma'am?" I ask, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Look at me," you order, and my body responds before I can think, "I'm ready, but... Look into my eyes as you go, okay? Don't look away."

An embarrassed whimper as I do what I'm told, lining myself up with you and taking a deep breath. As I start to push in, I can't help but moan, eyes fluttering with ecstacy. You gasp and chuckle lowly. "Good girl," you coo as I continue sliding in, "You already look so needy. Do I feel good?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I squeak out as my hips connect with yours and I bottom out, "Yes, you feel... so good..."

"You feel so good too, baby... so, so, good..." You coo as you stroke my cheek again, "When you're ready, okay? Start nice and slow."

I try to shake the dulling pleasure out of my head and take a deep breath, then my hips begin to move, bucking back and forth. Slowly, just like you said, because all I want to do is be good, and do exactly what you tell me. I whine and whimper and gasp every time I thrust into you, unable to stifle my own noises. You would never want me to, anyway. You revel in how easily I go stupid for you, how you make my jaw go slack and my eyes go half-lidded and my brain go fuzzy every time you moan and twitch and buck your hips up to meet mine.

"Speed up, sweet girl," you coo, and I obey. Getting into a rhythm, speeding up despite the overwhelming pleasure. I tuck my head into the crook of your neck, trying desperately to get so close to you. "That's it, good girl..." you coo between the sounds of your own pleasure, hands finding my scalp and back, lips finding my shoulder and neck. Every time you praise me, bite me, scratch me, you make my hips jolt, pushing me that much further in, making me that much more noisy. You relish the power you have over me, the power I give you, and you should.

"Ma'am, I... I think I'm... close," you feel me mumble against your skin in a broken voice after a bit. My hips buck just a little more erratically, my arms tighten just a little more around you, my moaning gets a little more shrill.

You chuckle lowly and wrap your legs around my waist. "Keep going, puppy," you order with a sigh, "...You're getting me close as well."

I whine, fully committed to it now. Now it's not about my pleasure, but about yours as well. Tears well and fall from my eyes, landing softly on your chest. Not from sadness, or pain, but overwhelming pleasure. "...T-Together?" Is all I can manage to stammer out, but you know what I mean.

"Yes, sweetness, we can come together," you reply, breaths getting shallower, your body tensing up. "Good girl, good girl, that's it..."

You can't take it anymore, but I'm still just a little bit behind. But that's okay, you know exactly what could push me over the edge. As your climax begins, you moan and sink your teeth into the erogenous zone on my shoulder, causing me to yelp in pain. The pleasure is just enough to send me crashing over the edge. And I come completely undone, wrapped up in you. You coo softly, working me through every second, before falling limp under me.

I slowly pull out after a moment, panting and spent. All I want is to be close to you, as I lie down next to you and rest my head on your chest. Your arms wrap arpund my head, keeping me close, as I quietly begin to sob.

"That was... so intense..." I whisper, voice and brain spent, "I... No one's ever..."

You shush me and run your fingers through my hair. "You were perfect, darling. You did so good for me."

I tense up at the praise, bottom lip trembling. "I-I thought I was broken..." I sob out. My body tenses up, partially from aftershocks, partially from the vulnerability.