That Painterly Femme

bringing my hand down hard on your bare skin. feeling you jolt forward. rubbing the sting in slow circles after.

again. harder. watching the color rise on your skin. feeling you grip my leg.

sliding my hand between your thighs from behind. fingers finding your pussy. pressing through your lips slowly. feeling how wet you already are. how slick. “you’re soaking.” pressing firmer. feeling you push back. “already so wet and i’ve barely started.”

two fingers pressing inside you from behind. slow. feeling your pussy stretch around them. feeling you clench immediately. curling them up. finding that spot. hearing you gasp into the mattress.

bringing my hand down hard on your ass while my fingers curl inside you. feeling your pussy clench tight around my fingers every single time my hand connects with your skin. “can you feel that?” doing it again. hand coming down. fingers curling simultaneously. feeling you get wetter around my fingers with every spank. “your pussy clenches every time. did you know that? gets wetter every time.”

you shaking your head against the mattress.

setting a rhythm now. hand coming down on your ass while my fingers press deep and curl. over and over. feeling your pussy get slicker with every pass. your arousal coating my fingers completely. feeling you start grinding back against my hand between spanks. hips moving. chasing my fingers.

“greedy.” bringing my hand down harder. feeling you gasp. fingers pressing deeper. spreading them slightly inside you. feeling you stretch around them. “taking my fingers and grinding back for more at the same time.”

adding my thumb to your clit. pressing directly against it. rubbing slow circles while my fingers keep working inside you. bringing my hand down on your ass again at the same time. feeling your pussy clench so hard around my fingers at the impact that you moan into the mattress.

“stay still.” bringing my hand down again. watching your skin flush darker. fingers curling hard against that spot. thumb pressing against your clit. “you can take it.”

you trying your best. hips grinding back against my hand regardless. your pussy so wet now it’s dripping down my fingers.

“look at this mess.” pulling my fingers back slightly. feeling your pussy clench around them trying to keep them inside. “grinding back on my fingers while i’m spanking you.” pressing them back in deep. “such a desperate little thing.”

bringing my hand down harder now. three times fast. fingers curling deep against your spot with every single one. thumb rubbing your clit fast and direct.

feeling your pussy tighten around my fingers. your thighs shaking. hips stuttering.

“cum.” fingers curling hard. hand coming down one final time.

your pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. soaking my hand completely. moans muffled by the mattress by still louder than the last one. hips pressing back and staying there. shaking through every second of it.

rubbing your ass slow with my palm. fingers still inside you.

pressing a kiss to the small of your back.

you’re playing tonight and i’ve been dying to see you up close and personal—i’ve scored front row, backstage, personal meet and greet, everything i ever dreamed of, but seeing you this close, this real, this hot, hard, heavy, gorgeous, i could faint

your show was phenomenal, they always are, your fingers are magical and your voice is angelic and your eyes, your eyes are everything, mesmerising, hypnotic, drawing me in

we’re backstage together now and you’ve changed out of your show clothes, freshly showered, cold water dripping off your hair, plain black tee and easy grey sweats, smudged liner still lingering, glitter on your cheeks—i want to red your lips, your throat, your fingers, your everything, show you how much i want you, show you how much i’ve always wanted you

you’re teaching me guitar, letting me hold your precious girl as you sit behind me, calloused fingers over mine, guiding my careless ones over the fret while my other hand lies limp over the strings. you strum for me and sing for me, gentle and low, your voice brushing so close to my ear, your lips touching my skin just so, but not so quick that it could be mistaken for something more—

not unless i want to, of course. i lean back into you, my neck falling back as your fingers press into mine. the guitar goes soon enough, and your hands slip over my waist instead as you trace your lips over my throat, singing a song only our bodies can hear. you touch me up my waist, my ribs, my breasts, so gentle, so soft, right until you get to my throat and you touch me there so gently and squeeze…

and i’m absolutely gone, baby, i’m absolutely yours. i—ah fuck—which makes you laugh and hold your hand over my mouth. shhh, you laugh, and i laugh under your palm, but your other hand keeps going underneath my shirt, under my bra, squeezing, pinching, tugging, i—oh—i can’t keep quiet for you, but you find that funny, shushing me every couple of seconds as you drag your fingers across my lips and slip them into my rude little mouth—shh, shh, be a good girl for me baby, there’s a girl—

i’ll be so good for you, i promise, i’ll do whatever you want and i’ll let you use me however you want. you ask me to kneel, i’m there, right between your legs like a good girl, and you laugh again because it’s cute, and you take hold of my jaw and kiss me so hard i see stars.

it’s so fast after that, nothing gentle, nothing soft, but you are soft and hard all at once, so pretty when you’re holding me down like that, so handsome when you drag your teeth over my skin, so soft when you push against my body, so hard when your fingers find my slick, my pliant, my open… you open me up for you and i blossom like a tawdry little rose, pretty pink for you and so fucking wet—you laugh again, but it’s not because it’s funny, you sound half delirious with happiness.

you put your mouth on me and i lose my mind.

i arch into you, i buck and rock and thrust and you hold my hips down, patting me like i’m a worried horse—steady girl—and you lick and lave and love into me and i-i-i-oh…baby!

fuck.

I'm sitting alone at the bar, have been for nearly half an hour before you drop in with a quiet this seat taken?

You're in green, a fitted jacket over a plain t-shirt, a silver necklace dangling from your neck. I look at the dip of your throat, the fresh fade on the side of your head, the rings gleaming on your fingers, and I gesture at the seat.

It can be taken if you want it to be.

You gesture the bartender over and order a whiskey sour. I raise my vodka soda at you.

Nice choice, you say. I like a little kick in my drinks and my women. You look like you could knock me over easy.

I lean in. Wanna bet?

And that's how we find each other in your car, speeding to your apartment where you kiss me as soon as we get inside. I press into you, arching my back against your arm and seeking more and more of your touch. You're packing, but you're being polite about it, holding yourself with just enough space to brush against me, but not so much that it feels like you're trying to fuck me over our clothes. You lead me to the bedroom, letting me straddle you as you kiss me all over: my throat, my shoulder, my arm, my wrist, and back up again. I'm mesmerised by the way your lips leave sparks all over my skin, the way you're so reverent about it.

How about we get you out of those clothes, hmm? you say.

So soon? I ask. Don’t wanna wait a little longer?

Wait for what? you ask, kissing up my throat back to my cheek. Anything you wanna show me?

I grind onto your packer, making you moan, your hands falling to my waist to hold me. I make a show of taking off my blouse, one button at a time from the bottom up, slipping it off my arms and watching how your eyes drop from my face to my chest. I hike up my skirt and bring your hand around to make you feel the garter belt around my thigh.

You flip me over and pull my skirt down, dragging the garter belt off with your teeth. You fling it to the side and kiss me with a groan, laughing when I nip at your lip.

You really are a girl with a bite aren’t you?

I smile at you, watching the way your mouth sparkles with my lipgloss. You’ve got a little something there.

Care to get it off for me?

I lick at it while I pull your jacket off you. You take your t-shirt off, and you smile as I run my hands over your surgery scars. You look so good.

I'll make you feel even better.

You slip off your jeans and move down, settling between my legs. Your tongue is a holy thing, and I lay back in reverent worship, arching into you. I'm so hot and wet for you, pulling your hair as you kiss and lick into my cunt, pressing into my lower belly and pulling it out of me.

I come shaking all over your face, but you just grin and wipe it with the back of your hand, palming your bulge with the other.

Ready baby?

eventually you’re grinding into each other, gasping into eachother’s mouths between heated kisses. and god, they’re just so beautiful— and you need them. so you can’t help but whisper between love-bites on their neck, begging them to let you taste them. because you need it so bad, you’re trembling at the thought.

obviously, this is where they’re a bit iffy. not because they don’t want to. but because nobody’s ever made them feel good before. their last experiences were spent with people who didn’t know what they were doing. but you? you’ve been waiting for this— waiting for them. so when you start kissing your way down their body, they get nervous, their hands flying to your hair as a way to ground themselves.

I'm sitting alone at the bar, have been for nearly half an hour before you drop in with a quiet this seat taken?

You're in green, a fitted jacket over a plain t-shirt, a silver necklace dangling from your neck. I look at the dip of your throat, the fresh fade on the side of your head, the rings gleaming on your fingers, and I gesture at the seat.

It can be taken if you want it to be.

You gesture the bartender over and order a whiskey sour. I raise my vodka soda at you.

Nice choice, you say. I like a little kick in my drinks and my women. You look like you could knock me over easy.

I lean in. Wanna bet?

And that's how we find each other in your car, speeding to your apartment where you kiss me as soon as we get inside. I press into you, arching my back against your arm and seeking more and more of your touch. You're packing, but you're being polite about it, holding yourself with just enough space to brush against me, but not so much that it feels like you're trying to fuck me over our clothes. You lead me to the bedroom, letting me straddle you as you kiss me all over: my throat, my shoulder, my arm, my wrist, and back up again. I'm mesmerised by the way your lips leave sparks all over my skin, the way you're so reverent about it.

How about we get you out of those clothes, hmm? you say.

So soon? I ask. Don’t wanna wait a little longer?

Wait for what? you ask, kissing up my throat back to my cheek. Anything you wanna show me?

I grind onto your packer, making you moan, your hands falling to my waist to hold me. I make a show of taking off my blouse, one button at a time from the bottom up, slipping it off my arms and watching how your eyes drop from my face to my chest. I hike up my skirt and bring your hand around to make you feel the garter belt around my thigh.

You flip me over and pull my skirt down, dragging the garter belt off with your teeth. You fling it to the side and kiss me with a groan, laughing when I nip at your lip.

You really are a girl with a bite aren’t you?

I smile at you, watching the way your mouth sparkles with my lipgloss. You’ve got a little something there.

Care to get it off for me?

I lick at it while I pull your jacket off you. You take your t-shirt off, and you smile as I run my hands over your surgery scars. You look so good.

I'll make you feel even better.

You slip off your jeans and move down, settling between my legs. Your tongue is a holy thing, and I lay back in reverent worship, arching into you. I'm so hot and wet for you, pulling your hair as you kiss and lick into my cunt, pressing into my lower belly and pulling it out of me.

I come shaking all over your face, but you just grin and wipe it with the back of your hand, palming your bulge with the other.

Ready baby?

hand on their thigh, moving up and down slowly.

they could be singing one of our favorites songs, and i turn it down a little just so I can hear their voice better.

i kiss them at every red light.

i drive slow. they are precious cargo to me.

they let me get the door for them. they know i’ll take care of them.

i kiss the palms of their hands before i guide them to their door step.