taurus-butch

[taurus-butch]

🔥 it's 85° out there but it's even hotter in here 🔥

he/him (butch lesbian; men DNI)

[taurus-butch]

I wanna lay back while I watch a pretty girl ride my strap, just hold her hips and tell her how pretty she looks on top of me. I’d run my hands all over her and call her sweet names until she’s all worked up but I’d make sure to hold off on thrusting into her. I wanna see her do all the work while I just lazily play with her nipples. Then when she’s a sweet blushing mess, all she has to do is say the word and I’ll toss my baby onto her back and cover her in kisses while I fuck her into the mattress.

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[taurus-butch]

I’m in the mood to kiss my way down someone’s thighs, to trail my hands across your chest and arms and waist.

I’m in the mood to work you up so much that you can’t do anything but gasp and moan in pleasure when I finally slide my strap in you and begin fucking you deep and slow, just the way you like it

[taurus-butch]

concept: you sit in my lap, on my strapon, while i cover your neck in hickeys. you’re not allowed to move, just feel filled and my lips and tongue on your neck. i reach my hand down to play with your clit and you’re not allowed to start riding me until you say ‘please’ prettily enough

[taurus-butch]

She/They

men and minors do not interact

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[taurus-butch]

cowboy butch

[taurus-butch]

I'd look cuter with bruises 🥺

[taurus-butch]

Fucking someone from behind and draping yourself over their back, wrapping a hand around their throat, and whispering sweet little praises in their ear

#ah

[taurus-butch]

God, I love marking you. And, yes, it’s to show that you’re mine, but it’s more satisfying to know that you’ll see them there. That you’ll think of my mouth, my hands, my touch, my eyes on you. You are so incredible, and I just can’t believe I get to touch you. I get to be with you, like this; vulnerable. I can’t believe that I’ve been given that trust. I love marking you, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like I want to be closer, so much closer. I want to feel you. I crave you and your sounds, I crave to be something to you, with you. I crave to be remembered. It’s as much a fervent ‘I’m yours’ as it is a ‘you’re mine’.

#i should do this again

[taurus-butch]

does anyone else go slightly non verbal when they’re really turned on? like, brain empty, can’t make sentences? 

#........i might

[taurus-butch]

the old butch way

my first butch girlfriend loved to grind on top of me, her pelvic bone eagerly bruising the soft cushion of my mons while the teaches of peaches grinded along with her, dirty and raw on my rattly old boombox. fuck the pain away, and we did, over and over in that dingy flat above the pizzeria, on the bed I tried to make inviting by threading fairy lights over the headboard.

on tangled sheets we lay like that while late afternoon sun slipped in through the slats, she grinding and groaning against me while I held her close and measured the tension in her body beneath my palms. she was delicious and strong, her nakedness kissing mine as she worked her way to orgasm against my thigh. I would grip her ass tight in my hands, tasting the sweat from her neck, willing my body to offer hers the pleasure she sought.

at twenty-two I thought I was experienced in the ways that women loved other women, but I didn’t know what I didn’t know. when she told me that was how she got off best, I marveled – it was alien to me, whose own physiology seemed designed to make orgasm as elusive as possible. but in the earnestness of my passion, I embraced it. I didn’t understand how it made her feel, but I knew that I wanted to be a part of it,  of her feeling that way.  when that final push came and she stiffened before suddenly seeming to spill out all over me in a trembling wave, I’d embrace her tight and nuzzle into her cropped hair while her groans were muffled in mine, treasuring the thump of her heart echoing through my breast.

years and lovers later, I was startled by the memory of this lovemaking described in the writings of another fem, one whose work I had discovered on the intricate and often fraught journey of discovering myself. Joan Nestle wrote tenderly of a young lover she’d known, who had moved on her as my first sweet butch had, “the old butch way” she called it.

it hit me like a punch those words, to see the act I knew by then was called tribadism – a technical, awkward word I hated – named so intimately, so assuredly, as a way of the women I love. I tumbled back to that bedroom with its stained and fraying carpet, the sagging ceiling above, two young lovers on the bed eagerly pushing and thrusting at each other as I lived the memories of another fem’s passion. our experiences so uniquely different and yet entwined through culture and desire.

I comprehended then, perhaps for the first time, that even before I had known the word fem or that I was, before I knew anything of the deeply rich history of my people, I had found my way to it.  drawn through the darkness of cultural erasure as though beckoned by fate, we did what felt  natural together, a butch and a fem in a new century, loving in the ways of old.

I had thought this gift of a woman coming on top of me had fled this world, read the words of this fem who had already lived lifetimes before mine began, but Margaret, who wears feathers and dreams of goddesses, carries the old ways of women loving deep within her.

so had that lover of my hopeful youth, directed by the nature of her desire as much as I had been when she first caught my eye in the hot shade of a tent at summer Pride; a hopelessly handsome young butch with shy eyes and a smile that made me trip over my feet and blush.

years after Joan Nestle shared those breathless memories, of an older fem with a young butch learning anew how organic our passion, I thrust up to meet the push of my butch’s need, learning it for the first time. separated by decades and much more, these moments we lived were wholly our own, and yet they are shared, countless times and in countless ways, between butches and fems who love and make love all over the world. the old butch way lives on, heedless of instruction, beyond the boundaries defined in theory; compelled by instinct and desire.

when my first sweet butch showed me how she liked to fuck, I had no idea that another fem at another time had thought that way was done and had been grateful to realise that it wasn’t. now, I am grateful to realise that it never will be. this is how we know ourselves, the truths of our lives resonating in recognition. our heritage shared through memory written and experience lived in dark rooms and on damp sheets, carried always deep within us.

References: “Margaret”, A Restricted Country Joan Nestle, 1987

#yeah..... it is nice..........

[taurus-butch]

i love thinking about calling my baby petnames while I'm fucking them. Pushing my strap inside of them and saying “oh babygirl, you're being so good taking all of this inside you, aren't you”, or getting them close to cumming and asking “doesn't that feel so good, sweetheart?” or edging them for a while and when they whine and beg I say “are you not enjoying yourself honey? Because to me it looks like you are” and making them just melt

#:eyes:

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My favourite strapon hits me just right as I'm hitting subs just right 🥰

[taurus-butch]

Good Thing: being flat on your belly with someone on top of you, pinning you down with their body, kissing your neck and shoulders and grinding their dick on your ass. bonus points if they’re holdin your wrists down. 10/10 more plz

#...............

[taurus-butch]

call me sweet names like:

baby

sweetheart

darling

cumdump

desperate slut

horny fucktoy

my love

#👀 #wish i had the confidence to speak more fhfhjf