Can A Femme Just Sesh On My Couch With Me, Cuddling And Eating Some Snacks While Watching A Scary Movie?

Nothing more beautiful then a needy femme…mark me so the world knows I’m yours…pull me by my belt loops the second I get home and kiss me all over. You should interrupt whatever I’m doing and straddle me because nothing I’m doing could possibly be more important than giving my sweet femme attention. When we’re fucking I want you to wrap your legs around me as tight as you can. Beg me to fuck you harder, deeper. I want you to be a little jealous and possessive in public….Grab my arm and pull me closer whenever you feel like it. You’re mine after all

Any femme out there want a butch to cum deep inside them?👀

Literally fucking whining thinking about how they make straps that you can fill with artificial cum . Meaning... You can keep filling and filling and filling. Stuffed to the fucking brim. Fucking it deeper.

So fucking full, sticky, the fucking sounds it'd make as it fucks back in me. Ohhhh my fucking god.

having sex with a butch and we’re both jingling because they’re wearing pants with all their keys dangling from one of the belt loops and i’m wearing a collar with a little bell

I keep showing my butch your posts and they’re so amazing - 💘

Ahhh I’m glad you and your butch enjoy the content!

Shh baby it’s okay. You don’t need to whimper for me anymore. Daddy is going to make you feel really good. You’re just going to need to open your legs for me. I know you’re all shy but just relax, Daddy’s going to take care of you. It’ll be a bit of a stretch but I know you can take it baby girl. Just breathe and fucking take my cock princess. God, you take my cock well, darling. You take it so.fucking.well.

The way I want to be taken down a peg by a hot femme. Everyone sees me in my leathers and my boots and my tattoos and you in your bright colorful clothes and they think they know what happens behind closed doors. Depending on the day and the assumption, they might even be close to right.

But some days you want to be the tough one. I don’t like to give up power easily, so you plan your attack with precision. Maybe you let me take you out to dinner, let me be chivalrous and pull your chair out and pay for the check. Let me spend all night teasing you slyly and draping off of my arm like youre coy. We both know that’s not the case, but we also know it makes me feel confident to get to make the first move. After a lovely night of showing you off and working me up we head home to the bedroom.

You wear something pretty and silky and lay in the bed, looking like a masterpiece. You hold me close and kiss the spot on my neck that makes me shiver and tug on my short hair and that makes me gasp. After a while you lay back and pant, giving me the look that tells me I better leave and come back to bed with something nice and big to fill you up with. So I do, reaching into nearby drawers and grabbing a collection of things: a harness, one of my more impressive dicks, lube, a condom. I set my self up, slowly and luxuriously pulling the straps tight and stroking my dick in front of you like I’m a performer, teasing you as much as I possibly can. You even let me get underneath you, starting to ride on my thighs and stomach, letting my hands wander.

Right as I’m rubbing my dick in between your thighs and I’m guiding your hips you suddenly grab my wrists and pin them by my head. I gasp at the sudden change in power dynamic and my head swims a bit at the way you look at me. Somethings changed in you, and I can tell you’ve taken on a new goal when you grab my strap and start stroking. Not just taking me, but needing a full Conquest. Doing my part to make it harder for you, I again try to move your hips up and onto me, only for my hands to get slapped away and pinned down again.

We both know that if I really wanted to I could flip you over and take what I want, but it’s holding that urge back that fuels how bad I want this. I decide to give up some struggle when I feel you retreat and shuffle your own harness on, pink glistening cock sparkling in the dim light. My eyes widen as I realize exactly how much control you want this evening, and you lean in close to ask if I would like to bottom tonight. When I answer it’s overwhelmingly positive, but incredibly quiet, so you take your hand with your red tipped nails and slap me across the face. I gasp again, and over my panting I can make out you telling me to ask nicely when I want to get something nicely.

So I do. I take all of my hangups about not being masculine enough, feeling like I have to be in charge, feeling like I can’t show this side of myself, and I shove them out the open window our next door neighbors can surely hear me from. I shudder and blush, but I sit up proudly when I ask you to make me your bitch. So you flip me over, fucking all the way into me from behind in one smooth motion as I cry out. You hold onto my dick, determined to keep it from swinging there uselessly and start to stroke it and grind into my cunt, and all I can do is hold onto the blankets until my knuckles go white. I can feel you fucking the fight out of me with each thrust and every single “good boy, good boy, good boy” timed perfectly in sync.

When I eventually do come it’s so loud that I’m now 100% positive the neighbors heard us, but I’m too sweaty and fucked out to care.

MEN MINORS AND TERFS FUCK OFF

you've heard of no nut november, now get ready for dyke dick december

femmes should just get whatever they want 😌

Femmes that are like this make me go barkwoofyesplease

i literally fantasize about taking care of butches in like a gentle non sexual way. like drawing a bath for her or getting in the shower with her and scrubbing her hair and getting her nice n soapy and clean and then wrapping her in a towel, or like just letting their head sit in my lap while i run my fingers through their hair and brush my thumb across their face, or like laying him on his stomach and giving him a massage and really paying attention to his tense spots,,,, yea. like it’s just my job as a femme to take care of my butches <3

My femme told me that when I was strapping them I “arf”-ed a little. I’m not going to lie I’m still thinking about it