I Shouldn't Have To 'get Out Of Bed' And 'get Ready' For 'work'. I Should Be Pulling A Sweet Butch Closer

I shouldn't have to 'get out of bed' and 'get ready' for 'work'. I should be pulling a sweet butch closer to me under the covers while breathing in the smell of his shampoo before drifting back to sleep

september in shades of blue, 2023

thinking about…. soft sex lately, about being sooo tired and wanting to cuddle up close to a butch, curling into them and tucking my head into their neck, and the shiver that runs down my spine when their fingers thread through my curls, flutter across the nape of my neck, trail down my spine. thinking about… going limp against them the longer they touch me because it feels so good and fizzes across my skin like a faint ocean spray on a warm day, sending little sparks of pleasure through my nerves til even the smallest, barest touch makes me whine and softly sigh into the crook of their neck trying to burrow closer, and their quiet laugh when i do so.

thinking about… their gentle, sweet touches becoming a little less innocent, dipping farther down my back past where the straps of my panties sit on my hips, their warm hand skimming my side, brushing just a bit too near my tits and lingering there even as i jolt and shudder when their thumb follows the round curve of my breast until they flick, just once, over my nipple and the friction of that brief touch over the fabric of my top makes me blush. thinking about… clutching their shirt in one hand and reaching the other up to pet restlessly at their hair, shifting and squirming against them when they finally dip beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts and panties and under my soft crop top to cup my breast and pinch my nipple lightly and the yelp i make when they do, the little smirk on their face when i squeak and shiver, and how eventually they coax me out of my pajamas, even as i whine at them that i’m shy and flustered and they're embarrassing me, and then roll me onto my stomach.

thinking about… the butch running their hands along my bare back, massaging and pressing deep and firm as they go until i’m so relaxed and hazy i can’t do anything but lay beneath them, limp and melted into their grasp like warmed honey, so that when their mouth descends on my neck, at first giving a brief sucking kiss and then worrying the skin between their lips until a violet hickey blooms, repeating the process again and again along my neck and shoulders, all i can do is release a wobbly moan and clench my soft wet pussy around nothing. thinking about… being so distracted by how good their mouth feels bruising me up that i don’t even notice them nudging my legs apart until their fingers glide over my clit, prompting me to squeal but feeling so deeply boneless that’s all i can manage as they play with my clit, flicking and rubbing it while i drip down their hand, my pulse throbbing in my cunt while the sugary sweet haze of pleasure keeps me from even being able to ask them for something to clench around, to fill me up where i’m all achy and puffy and slick.

thinking about… eventually i’m so pliant and shivery and wet they have mercy and slide three fingers right inside, and it’s so good my toes curl and whimpers slip from my mouth in an endless stream, cored open so suddenly and unexpectedly, exactly what i needed and dizzy with it, tipping my head to the side and pleading wordlessly for them to kiss me til my mouth is as swollen and pink as my needy pussy and rolling my hips back as much as i can to try and rub against their cock, wanting them to feel as good, as pleasure-drunk, as i do. thinking about… them drawing their fingers out of me, slowly, slowly, while i cry and whimper for them not to, to stay inside, so they can get a better angle to grind down on me while i soak their boxers with how slick they’ve made me, the damp spot on the fabric growing bigger and bigger between us both, my thoughts dissipating into nothing with every brush of their cock, every reminder of how hard i’ve made them by being a good boy and taking whatever they give me.

thinking about… the air being warm and heavy, like the steam curling above a cup of spiced tea, and the butch, finally, finally, pulling their cock out and teasing my entrance with the tip of it while i moan softly please please please, clenching weakly to try and entice them into fucking me, desperate for them to spread me open on their cock more than i need anything else, more even than i need to come, until in one slow movement they sink into my aching pussy and stars fizzle out behind my eyes with how satisfying it is to have their cock deep inside me. thinking about… them cupping my cheek in their hand as their hips settle against my ass, their cock all the way in now, and murmuring in my ear for me to just relax and let go, bunny, they’re going to take such good care of me tonight.

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