cockwarming is so hot. like the image of just staying inside someone while we watch a movie or something, watching and feeling them try to ignore the feeling of my filling them...then itâd only get more fun when I start to push into them and tease them just to see how much I can do before theyâre unable to focus on what we were doing and just start whining for me to fuck them đ
you stay the night. you wear the nightie and panties i bought for you to bed, but youâre too tired from a busy day at work for us to enjoy it. so, we go to sleep.
i wake up in the middle of the night. youâre laying on your side, curled up against me. thereâs just enough moonlight coming in from the window for me to see you. youâre such a pretty little thing and i canât help myself.
as carefully and gently as i can, i slip out of bed. i pick out my favorite cock to fuck you with and pull it on. thick and long, it drives you wild. i grab your pretty pink leather cuffs too, because they look so good around your wrists. i slide back into bed and take extra special care to fasten the cuffs around your wrists without waking you.
slowly, i draw your arms upward, hand holding firm to the chain keeping the cuffs together. when you wake, youâll be completely at my mercy. i cuddle up behind you and you sigh contently as my body warms yours.
my free hand slides under your nightie and i play with your breasts. caressing, squeezing, kneading. i hear your breath hitch - youâre waking up. my hand glides down your stomach and slips into your panties. softly, i caress your folds, dragging lazy circles around your clit.
you moan and try to move your arms, but youâre stuck. youâre mine. you quickly realize that i woke you up because i want to fuck you and suddenly youâre squirming back against me, grinding into my hand because oh god, you want me to fuck you. i take my time, playing with your clit, sliding a finger inside you occasionally - just to tease. it only takes a few minutes for you to turn into a moaning, whimpering, writhing mess.
i move out from behind you, pushing you onto your back and holding your arms firm above your head, holding myself up at the same time. i donât even have to tell you, you spread your legs wide open for me.
âthatâs my good girlâ i praise, reaching for the bottle of lube. youâre already so wet, you could easily take my cock. but you know - oh, you know - just how hard i intend to fuck you if iâm using extra lube. one-handed i pour out a generous helping of lube onto my cock, not caring as it drips to the sheets below us. setting the bottle aside again, i rub the liquid all over my cock, its entire length and width. i catch you licking your lips and i grin.
thereâs extra lube on my hand, and i slather it across your already dripping pussy. i plunge a finger inside you again, pumping quick and hard and you gasp. youâre so ready. suddenly, i pull my finger back out and throw your legs over my shoulders. i feel you quivering.
âsweetheart, youâre shaking. are you okay?â
âi want you, daddy.â
youâre totally open to me, at my mercy. i grab hold of my cock and oh so slowly plunge its head into your waiting pussy. you moan and try to buck your hips, but i donât move any faster. as i slowly push my length into you, making sure to prolong your agony, my thumb finds your clit. i rub it until youâve taken me entirely into you and thatâs where i stop.
âpleaseâ you whimper.
âpatience, sweetheart. itâs gonna be worth it. i promise.â
you quiet. if i promise, then you know itâs true. i start to pull out, nearly completely, until just my head is left inside you. again, i press forward, just a little faster than last time. we repeat the process, gaining a little bit of speed and force with each thrust. i hear your voice in every panted breath, listen as you moan my name, watch as you enjoy every time my cock fills your pussy so fully.
neither of us know how much time it takes until iâm pounding your pussy with abandon. thereâs a smack every time my hips hit your ass. your tits bounce with every forceful thrust. your mouth is open, mewling and crying out in pleasure.
âplease, daddy, can i come?â you ask instinctively.
âyes, sweetheart, i want you to come for me. donât hold back,â i answer hoarsely.
permission given, you suddenly come undone. you squirm and moan and i donât stop. i drive into you harder, faster, as much force as i can manage while your pussy twitches around my cock. you might have come, but i intend to come too.
your voice gets higher in pitch as your hands turn, fingers gripping tightly at the chain between them and my hand. you desperately need something to hold on to. your eyes are shut tight against the pleasure and youâre sure youâre about to burst. you have no idea how many orgasms you have while i drive myself to my own.
âlook at me,â i demand roughly.
you open your pretty eyes and i come with my cock buried deep inside you. knowing that i got off fucking you sends you into one last orgasm while our eyes are locked. moments tick by while we both catch our breath and i ease myself out of you. you lift your legs off my shoulders and they collapse to the bed on either side of me. i remove your leather cuffs, then lay next to you and gather you into my arms until we both drift off to sleep again. i wipe my cock down but leave it on, knowing weâll put it back to good use come morning.
To be predatory in only the best way possible, I'd love to go femme-scoping on the arm of my butch. Wander into some gold-lit, uptown speakeasy, dressed all in red or black, hair curled and makeup perfect. Casually look around for some wide-eyed, fluttery young lady, maybe even her first outing to a place like this.
Slide into the seat next to her, my butch knowing to stay put at her own booth. For now, she can watch. A gentle "Mind if I sit with you? I'd be happy to buy you another drink," and she blushes, ducks her head. After all, she's unused to being seen, never mind being taken care of by a lady slightly older and infinitely more confident.
And maybe we shake hands, and I rub my thumb over the back of hers, just to see her blush deepen. We chat for a little while, same old, same old. A controlling family, unsure of her sexuality but knowing she finds all types of women attractive, work things, making laughter and gold light sparkle off our jewelry.
I ask her if she'd like to meet my partner, and the sweet thing says of course. I step down from the barstool and offer her my hand, just because I know heels can be tricky after you've drank a little, dear. And I wink again to see her blush all over.
At the table, there are already tall glasses full of ice water, and a plate of fresh lemons. My butch has been so kind as to order them, and she smiles so soft and hazy as I tell her they're perfect, and she's so good to me. Then, as I slide in across from her, I introduce her to the pretty young thing I've wrapped up in my words too. I see them making eyes at each other, both attracted but neither willing to admit it.
That's exactly what I want too. Planning things out for the rest of the night, exactly how I want it to look. I introduce a shared topic of interest, maybe a movie they've both seen. I nudge my butch's foot slowly towards hers, and instantly the young lady's eyes flutter and her body relaxes. Oh, that's perfect.
I know I'll bundle them both home. Keep them talking and chatting and gently swooning over each other, and me. When the little femme looks at my mouth around the glass, her eyes darken. Winking at my butch makes her loose her train of thought for a good two seconds.
When we get home, I'll sit the sweet thing on my lap, gently tease my fingertips between her legs as my butch watches her bury her face into my neck, smearing watered-down lipstick over my skin. When her eyes glaze over from the teasing of my soft skin over and around the lace covering her slick, I'll call my butch over, tease her about being so respectful, say she should give our guest a kiss first, then me. Oh, that makes the little dear turn pink, but she can't look away.
I'll bring my fingers that have been teasing her gently up to her mouth. Let her suck herself clean off of me. I'll ask her if she wants to be fucked my my butch's big strap, if she wants to be split open while I sit next to her and give them soft directions.
I reassure her that of course I've trained my good butch properly, see, look at the way she kneels so nicely between my feet. See how she watches us? She's ready to take such good care of our sweet little love.
The pretty little thing nods, trying to hide her face, and gasps as I tug her hair just a little sharp. I tell her that good girls use their words, and she trembles in my arms as she whispers that yes, please, she wants to be taken care of.
I am flying home for the holidays. Going home holds mixed feelings for me, as it often feels like going back in time. Back before I came out, and back into miserable and destructive relationships. But every time I go home a bring a book with me to learn from. Something to connect me to queerness or move me forward. The first time home it was Persistence: All Things Butch and Femme. Last time it was Stone Butch Blues. This time it is White Fragility. Through these readings I learn and grow and heal instead of moving backwards.
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this story is butch/femme and it includes improper but safe use of a screwdriver handle
appreciate ur butch. let ur butch cry while you rub their back in comfort. give ur butch head scritches and let them lay their head on your lap and rest. hold your butch tight through good and through bad. tell your butch theyre handsome, and cute, and sweet, and a blessing to your life and to the world. ask them what they need, give them what they need. find out the ways they want to feel loved, emotionally, spiritually, sensually. allow them a place to be vulnerable in a world that attempts to demand their strength from all corners. protect your butch. love your butch. take care of your butch in the ways they need while they take care of you. do not allow them nor yourself to fall into the belief that butch lesbians are meant to be constantly alone against the world.
Before I found Femme I felt like I was adrift and had to figure everything, all my trauma, all my hurt, on my own. But that isnât true. I have a long history of strength and resilience I can draw support and guidance from. I have Femme.
Being stone can be hard when other women insist on trying to melt us, to break us, to be the exception to our boundaries. Being stone is the core of me, and I will not change that for anyone.
If you approach a stone butch with the idea that you want to touch her in ways that she does not like, if you are fixated on that, if you want to prove her wrong, if you see changing her as romantic, if you see her as an accomplishment or achievement, that is wrong.