September 2, 2018

controling her

I want to push you onto the bed and straddle you. No niceties. No small talk. Leave who you are at the door. Don’t tell me about your past or your exes or where you see yourself in five years. I don’t care. Not right now. All I want is to feel you inside me, let the blood rush roaring through my ears, blocking out all thought and sound.

I want to rip your clothes from your body, buttons wrenching from their holes, belt buckle clinking to the floor. The speed and frenzy with which you’ll be stripped down leaves no time for feeling self conscious. You won’t be shy. Not for me. I won’t let you.

I want to throw you around, see the soft bits of flesh dance under your skin from the sheer force of each impact. When you reach out to grab onto my hips, I will pin those strong arms tightly above your head and slowly, so slowly grind my cunt down the length of you. Oh, did you think you were running the fuck tonight?

I want to shove your head between my legs, grab a handful of your hair, order you around like my own personal servant, and hear you thank me for the privilege… before I forcefully, greedily push you down again. Lick me. Suck me. Ram that tongue deep inside me as you cover yourself with my wetness. If you do a good job, handsome, I’ll let you stay there all night.

I want to hear the sound of your tongue lapping against this sopping mess you’ve made as I buck wildly against your face. I want to feel you struggle for breath as I push you down further and clutch you to my cunt. I want to feel you instinctively try to push away, feel your shoulders tense and your fingers dig into my thighs as your face turns red. And I want to hear you whimper and beg and go so soft and needy when I take it away. Oh, I thought you wanted a break…? Isn’t that what you wanted? And then to see that look of quiet desperation in your eyes, your hunger and desire so obvious while you plead. Well, since you’ve been such a good boi… As you eagerly resume, permission granted, I’m only dimly aware of the sweet mantra of thank you’s being murmured against my clit.

Oh, my sweet Butch, my handsome boi, more than anything I want to press my thighs against your cheeks, cross my legs behind your head, to pin you right where you belong so you have no doubt exactly what it is that I want most.


A Femme’s Desire

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