This butchfemme shit is easy I offered to let her watch me dig a hole without a shirt on and her brain completely short circuited

Offering myself up as a solution to all of your frustrations.

I don’t need to misbehave to earn that treatment, my body is yours to do as you please with it.

I don’t have to brat to receive your hand in a spanking, or your special collar around my neck.

You give me those things because you want to, and you have every right to.

I will drop to my knees and thank you for anything you present me with; simply happy to ease all of that tension within you.

Pleasing you pleases me, pretty girl.

If we’re not pathetically obsessed with each other what’s even the point

i need her to bottom out inside me and match her “youre mine youre mine youre mine” to her thrusts

໒ ྀི>֯ . <ྀི֯ ̥ ︣ა

i want to remind our fellow femmes that our femininity is not defined by how straight people (especially men) define femininity.

you don't have to be skinny, or white, or clean shaven, or cis, or covered in frilly clothing from head to toe to be femme. you could go out in sweatpants and an oversized shirt 90% of the time with no makeup and still be the prettiest femme on the block.

i hope my femme queens, princesses, knights, and little creatures stop limiting themselves in their femmeness. you are GORGEOUS and POWERFUL so keep being a fucking DYKE that REJECTS GENDER ESSENTIALISM!!!!!!!!

Sorry princess but the lush toy stays in while you sleep

what are you gonna doooo. gonna KISS me about it? huh? huh?

Could you do me a favor and switch my brain off and fuck me so hard the thoughts never come back?

holding her hand while she gets a tattoo

this while im full and desperate

deep down you're just a needy little thing who deserves a crying orgasm

actually can i just lay in your lap for like 3 hours and occasionally kiss your stomach

‘I’m not a puppy; I’m a grown man.’ Said by him who buried his face between my thighs and then whimpered and trembled slightly every time I squeezed his cheeks with my thighs.

Imagine you’re shaking, overstimulated, your pussy so used it can barely flutter anymore, and I’m still deep inside, watching your face as I whisper one more, baby, I know you can give me one more. Would you hate how much your body listens to me, or would you finally understand what it means to be mine?

Not even using my hands to hold a mutt down but placing a shock collar on the mutts thigh and a choker necklace on its cute little neck.

I sit back and tell it snap the choker, at first it tries to get away with licking my fat juicy girl cock -shock- instantly the mutt knows what that means and slams my fat girl dick down its throat.

It can feel the fabric stretch and hears the first few strands of the choker break as my throbbing bitchbreaker fills and bulges in its throat. Then it chokes and gags a little too much and has to pull back. It barely gets through its first cough before ~shock~ and the mutt quickly gobbles my saliva covered girl cock back down its throat~

i love boobs so much i just wanna look at them and play with them and suck them and pinch them and bite them and

“if you want to cum, you’re going to do it right on my thigh.” patting my leg, watching you hesitate for just a moment. “that’s the only way i’ll let you cum, baby” you climbing onto my thigh slowly, both of us still fully clothed. settling yourself on top of me, looking at me shyly. “go ahead, sweetheart. start moving when you’re ready.” you beginning to grind slowly, testing how it feels. hands immediately sliding up your sides, feeling your body move. “that’s it, sweetheart. just like that.” encouraging you gently. you grinding a bit harder, getting into it now. sliding my hands under your shirt, fingers running across your bare skin. moving up slowly until my thumbs brush over your nipples. you gasping, hips stuttering for a second. “don’t stop, baby. keep moving for me.” you finding your rhythm again, grinding. continuing to play with your nipples while you grind, circling them, teasing them. “you look so beautiful like this.” watching your face as you get more into it. you moaning softly at the praise, movements becoming more confident. leaning in to kiss your neck, finding that spot you love. sucking gently, then harder. you moaning louder, grinding more desperately against my thigh. hands moving down from your breasts to grip your hips, guiding your rhythm. helping you rock back and forth. “perfect, angel. just like that.” feeling you press down harder with each movement. “can you feel how good that is? even through your jeans?” you nodding, breathless, face flushed. continuing to guide your hips while kissing along your neck, your jaw. you getting more desperate now, grinding faster. sliding one hand from your hip down between us, finding where you’re grinding against my thigh. pressing my palm against you through your jeans, adding pressure. rubbing your clit through the fabric. just a little, just enough to make you gasp and grind harder. “that’s it, baby. use my thigh. make yourself feel good.” you moving frantically now, needing more of that feeling. my other hand still on your hip, guiding you, while the other rubs you through your clothes. “look at you, sweetheart. so desperate, so needy. grinding on my thigh like you need it.” you whimpering, movements getting more erratic, less controlled. leaning back in to kiss and bite your neck, leaving marks. “you’re doing so good, baby. such a good girl for me.” feeling the heat building between us even through all the layers of clothing. you grinding desperately now, breath coming in gasps. “keep going, sweetheart. you’re almost there. i can feel how close you are.” continuing to rub you through your jeans while you grind, adding just enough pressure to push you closer. “that’s my good girl. keep going. don’t stop now.” you falling apart on my thigh, grinding hard and fast, lost in it. finally tipping over the edge, orgasming while grinding frantically against my thigh and my hand. “there you go, baby. that’s it. so so perfect.” working you through it, keeping pressure on your clit while you ride it out. you finally slowing down, collapsing against me, breathing hard. wrapping my arms around you, holding you close. “you did so well, sweetheart. so good for me.”