When They Call You A Pervert But Still Happily Roll Onto Their Backs And Spread Their Legs Without You

When they call you a pervert but still happily roll onto their backs and spread their legs without you having to say a word 🖤

mean protective butches <3

Nothing makes me go feral quite like when a cute little sub says their pussy belongs to me while I’m lovingly and brutally fucking into them…

This post is about Lesbian Sex and is inclusive of Trans and NB identities.

I find myself in such awe of how femmes see butches. The stolen glances because they want to see every part, especially the parts that aren’t always easy for butches to see. It makes me blush when I’m stripping down to shower and feel eyes on me before turning to catch the sheepish grin of my admirer in the doorway. When I’m working in the yard, face beet red and sweat dripping down my arms, and see I’m being ogled from the porch. I find myself giddy when I walk by and they simply cannot resist a slap to my ass bc after all it’s my fault for being double cheeked up on a Thursday. Perhaps the most touching is when I’m at my most vulnerable, head in my hands and hot tears streaming down my face, and I’m met with a tender embrace offering me safety and comfort when I feel anything but. In moments of fragility to be met with and seen in such a light affirms me in ways I never imagined I’d experience. To know all angles of my butch body - the curves of my hips, the dimples of my thighs, the hair on my legs, the soft features of my face, the even softer plump of my belly, the chest that brings me complex feelings except when it’s being admired by my lover - are wanted and valued and celebrated.

To all the femmes offering reprieve to the butches in your life, thank you. Thank you for caring for us and offering us safety when we may not know where else to find it.

Lesbian boyfriends are the coolest gender. ♥︎

You had a bad day, don’t worry just spread your legs and I’ll use my tongue, you’ll feel better in no time