Butch Nsft - Tumblr Posts
Something I've discovered recently is that even showers aren't enough to get rid of my stench. I can scrub my skin raw and still come out reeking of my scent from my crotch and my pits
You look up and see me come back into the bedroom, towel wrapped around my waist, dropping it on the floor as I saunter up to you and mash your face into my crotch. Even though you can taste the soap lingering on my skin, it only takes a single breath before your thoughts go foggy as my musk fills your head and reminds you of your place beneath me
If you whimper enough, maybe I'll let you serve me~
You don't understand how deeply I desire your worship~
How wrong it is that you can smile and joke while your sucking me off, as if this isn't a sacred act
Everytime i allow you to service me is a divine awakening. Because it should not feel this good, this right to serve me, and yet it does and each time, you feel your perspective shift, the gap between us becoming clearer and with it the clarity you may never fully comprehend My true nature. So you fixate on the only thing you can, showing me the reverence I deserve.
Drowning in the service of your mouth along My shaft, basking in the symphony of My earthy taste and heavy musk and contended sounds of approval, but only for a second because to waste anymore time would be blasphemy.
Constantly murmuring words of devotion without ever taking your lips off Me because to not be praising Me would be a sin and to not be worshipping Me would be a sin. So you do the best your mortal mouth can handle and chastise it for the unfair compromise you have to make
Your Goddess brings your eyes up to Mine and My soft smile shatters you. It's so clear. I see your devotion, I feel your worship
AND I AM PLEASED
And when you are cuddled up to me afterwards, chatting and laughing about how into that we got, you'll convince yourself that there's no way any of that was real, you've never been one to believe like that before.
It is OK. For when I return, your doubts will be crushed and you will find yourself, once more in your rightful place, beneath Me
I love the idea of casual dominance in kink spaces. The way you kneel by me on the floor when I find somewhere to sit without even asking. The way I lift my boot up and rest it on your thigh. The way my hand grips and massages the back of your neck.
Someone starts a conversation with us and I talk in your place as you whimper and gasp from my nails dragging down your back. Prompting you for a word or two before my touch rips the words from your throat again.
Needs to be more love for socially anxious dommes
For dommes that have panic attacks
For dommes that have confidence issues
For dommes that are still learning
For dommes that havent figured out how to ask for their needs
For dommes that need a lot of aftercare
For dommes that cry afterwards
For dommes that feel guilty about their sadistic side
Yeah sure. Fantasise about that big strong dommy mommy who uses you like a plaything and makes you feel small and weak. It would just be real nice to see people talk about and celebrate the human side of us. It doesn't come naturally to all of us (frankly I think I only feel that because I've only been presented with the idea that all dommes are just innately comfortable and competent)
The greatest joy of being a dominant woman who hates losing, is sometimes you get to have feral hatesex with other dominant women as a treat
Sometimes being autistic allows for the hottest dominant moments
"uh uh uh, Not yet........Now now, don't look down, I want to kiss you too but I have rules first.....I am going to lead. You are going to follow. If I do something you don't like you are going to tell me. Is that clear?...........No babygirl I need to hear you say 'yes' ........... Mmm good girl"
As a highly dominant transfemme butch there's nothing i want more than someone to make me their dog
I would be so good to them, a knight to a princess. Loyal. Capable. I'd lift you up to places you could never hope to be without me. You'd get used to leaning on my prowess. Protecting you from threats just with my very presence by your side.
And every single time you give me an order, you can see the vicious smirk I have as I do as I've been told. The fire in my eyes only seeming to burn brighter, a challenge to your power over me thats only just being held back. I could so easily snap the chains you have around me. Show you the beast that surely you're not foolish enough to think you've tamed?
Leave you wondering with every command whether it's the last one you'll give before the leash pulls tight back against you and suddenly you're the rabbit with the wolf's teeth around your neck.
"of course Mistress,......whatever you desire"
A soft smile. The sun is barely up and yet she's very clearly wide awake.
You bury yourself back into the blankets with a sleepy groan.
"morning sleepyhead"
Her voice brings back memories of last night, shaking in her arms, her soft coos as you cum over yourself and her fingers.
Fuck, did you really make that noises? You let out another groan.
She laughs. "sorry I know it's a bite early, hope I wasn't too rough last night"
"you could have been rougher, you were a lot gentler than I expected with all your big talk" you don't mention how you still came harder than you ever have before
"patience cutie, I gotta work you up. It's more for me, just so I'm comfortable you take my worst"
You hmmpphh in reply. She laughs again and gets up, her body drawing your eye as she chucks on a t-shirt and boxers.
You spend the morning together, chatting about whatever topic pops up between you. The teasing is light and rarely gets lingered on as another topic draws more conversation from you both. She makes you breakfast. You eat and talk and then do dishes together. It's almost too sweet as a contrast to the previous night, downright domestic. You don't mind.
You leave later that day already thinking of the next time she'll have you pinned and screaming through an orgasm.
She doesn't ask if she'll see you again. She doesn't need too.
Licking my own cum off my fingers after jerking it to needy subby transgirls, while estrogen dissolves under my tongue, in the toilet at my work.
That's how I earn my dime
on company time
Jerking my sweaty thick girlcock to cum over a pretty thing's face isn't just hot as fuck, it's an act of rebellion.
I don't respect negging. Not because it's manipulation, but because it's too basic.
If you're not destroying a girl's self-esteem to give her the best orgasm of her life and then spend time doing aftercare making sure she feels better about herself than she ever has before and doesn't need outside validation, then frankly, you're a fucking amateur.
Men and minors DNI
*pokes at you but stops an inch away*
"not touching you, not touching you, not touching you..."
*sub thrusting up into their binds*: pleasepleasepleasrplease
Fuck I feel like this happens to me
[Trying to flirt with an older woman but she's like, 28] haha it's so crazy that when you were graduating high school I was also in high school but like not graduating
the butch urge to be called a good boy while i lazily eat my femme out for hours
about me:
my name is alex, i’m 24, stone butch and monogamous with my femme @vampyfemme
i am on T so i’m horny all the time and using this to help <3
all of the reblogs and my tags are for my femme to read, but i’m also here to see others in the butchfemme community :)
flirting with me will get you blocked immediately but feel free to send me asks!
sitting through a client meeting but all i’m thinking about is my femme sitting on my face and grinding herself down on my tongue desperately
it’s so difficult to focus on work when all i want to do is turn off my brain and eat out my femme for 4 hours
after work today i need to get high as a kite and feast on my femme’s pussy