Trans butch here! I met a femme in one of my classes and she kept giving me a Look. It’s been a few weeks since then and we have an assignment together, yeah? Right after class, we go to the bathroom stall and she just. Sucks me off right then and there. Got red lipstick all over my cock. We’ve made a habit out of fucking on campus-todayshe was wearing a dress and I made her sit on my cock for an hour when we were on the benches outside(notTooManyPplThere) sweet little thing, came from just that
dude, nice 😎giving me ideas tbh …
love a big butch and a tiny femme. a tiny, determined femme who climbs her butch like a tree without a care in the world. tugging on their hair to get kisses, standing on tip toes, big hands cradling a squirmy body and responding to eager touches.
a big butch tied up and on their back, a needy femme riding their face while reading erotica out loud – enjoying the live masturbation aid and bucking their hips.
“who said you could stop?” asked amidst a few deep breaths and the wet sound of a tongue licking over lips.
“you play dirty,” a raspy reply from the butch, already fighting restraints, “we’ll see who’ll be laughing in a minute.”
another pleased laugh from the femme who lowers herself, grabs a fistful of hair and directs that skillful mouth back to its place. stumbling over the words she reads out loud, something like a heartbeat thudding between her legs as she gets closer and closer –
“ha!”
“no fair!”
kicking in a strong embrace as her butch grabs her and flips them around.
“i was just playing!” a protestation.
a laugh from the butch, “i’m just playing too.”
clawing at the bedsheets as she’s shoved facedown, ass up, given hardly a moment’s consideration before a big butch cock slides in with one long, easy glide. a tender stretch and then a sweet thud where it’s needed, and then again, and again. getting harder and faster, tugging at a fistful of hair, a cheek pressed to the bed and the sloppy sound of deep, intense fucking filling the room.
“ooh, you’re so mean.”
another laugh from the butch. “you reap what you sow, sweetheart.”
one last easy tug, hoisting their femme upright into their lap, slowing the rolling motion of their hips and a rough thumb circling a distended clit so swollen it could burst. happy noises and a messy wet finish, a shudder on both sides, a slick cock sliding free and all that wet puddling at the gentle touch of fingertips someplace intimate.
“maybe next time, sweetheart.”
smut post I promise lol but i was reading one of those cheesy lesbian werewolfy eroticas that 1) brought me back to my baby butch, early gay days, my love for beauty/beast type stories, projecting feelings sprung from all that internalized hate and loathing onto these big scary predators being given love and learning to love and be deserving of love
and, ah, 2) the general raging hotness that is size difference and power/strength dynamics within a situation of affection and trust
which is really all to say that i’m an average-tall, broad shouldered, big armed, thick thighed butch, and i’m still into this dirty trope
wanting to hold a shorter littler lady in my lap, whether tiny or curvy or deliciously fat, tearing open her dress with a quick jerk, snapping her underwear off carelessly and desperately, and driving my biggest cock up and deep inside her. biting a little meanly at her, kissing and licking and nipping her throat, collar, and tits. holding her hips in my hands and easily controlling her movements, watching her thighs quiver and her pussy clench around my cock, getting it nice and slick, smacking her ass and pulling her almost possessively close.
the kind of long deep fucking where she’s face down and I bury myself inside her, big hands on her hips and ass, pounding away while she comes and comes and I chase my own orgasm inside her. kissing and biting the back of her neck, jerking her ass up, listening to all her sweet sounds.
and when she’s all happy and sated and fucked out, wrapping her up in my sweatshirt that’s just too big on her, and holding her in my arms, smelling sex and my cologne on her like a mark, and waiting till she’s nice and calm to slip my fingers between her thighs and wind her up all over again just because I love to watch her and make my little lady feel good
Ah! I want my hands cuffed behind my back and on my knees while a vibe is on my clit and the the only but hardest rule is not to make a single sound as I come over and over again while my domme watches me shake; she knows I won’t be able to keep quiet for long, but it gives her all the more reason to punish me for not being a good slut.
I really love the idea of a girl tying me up and teasing me until I’m shaking and whining and practically sobbing, just begging for her to fuck me into a mindless little mess. And then after what seems like hours of torture she says “Alright, baby, I think you’re ready for daddy’s cock” and she climbs on top of me but instead of fucking railing me like I’m excepting, like I fucking deserve, she just keeps teasing me by fucking me with an inch or two of her cock.
“We need to post a sign here so the guests know the orgy is downstairs.”
“You think? I’m sure they’ll hear it, if nothing else.”
“True, but I think a sign would still be nice.”
“Ok, if you insist. Bring me some rope, I’ll attach it to the banister.”
…
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Putting a sign up, like you said! Hold still, I still need to decorate.”
“But…but I thought…”
“I know baby, and I was planning to have you cumming your brains at the orgy, too. Here, this should help. I’ll set it on low, so it should take you a nice long while to start cumming. Wouldn’t want you all cummed out too quickly. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about the orgy whenever you suck my cock next week.”
You won’t need your panties again for the rest of the week. You’re so wet you’re soaking right through them anyway. It’ll only worsen.
Is this what my words today caused? It probably didn’t help I put these panties on after 10 nice edges with my fingers and five minutes of careful, deep thrusts.
It’s a nice start but you’re not yet drooling down your thighs. I think we need to pick up where we left off. Who knows, maybe I’ll let you cum tonight.
Now where were we?
my corner 