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Butches who are desperate sluts dying to please you at any given moment. Who are glad to sit back and let you ride them to exhaustion while calling them a good boy, a good girl. Who beg for your cum like absolution, knowing they won't get the satisfaction of cumming themselves before you do, and because that's their purpose.

Butches who want to drown in your pussy, squirming, moaning and tonguing you like they're dying to have your squirt running down their chin. Who hide on your neck and rut into your pussy like a puppy, asking in a tiny voice for you to ride their face so they can hump the air and soak their boxers.

Possessive thoughts on my mind seven days a week. I'll sink my teeth into you. ♥︎

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I'll let you roll with the cocky butch atitude til I can't keep my eyes off of you.

Take you out for a hot drink and maintain eye contact til you lose your cool, shaking your head in minor disbelief before looking down with a surprised little smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Watch you gulp when I slowly trail the tip of my heel up the extension of your leg, squirming and biting into your own lip til it's flushed pink, whilst fidgeting with the now slightly cold cup in between your hands.

Realize, delighted, that calling you handsome only adds to the fog of arousal filling your eyes. Like a puppy, way too excited to answer to someone, to me, and to look into my eyes if that is what I need of you.

One of my nails drawing circles onto the soft hair covering your arm, whilst I lean my body toward you, letting you get as much of a sneak peek of my cleavage as you can for now, is the bonus you get to have for being so good.

I'll sit there, chin in my palm and tongue peeking out from what you'd call a 'cat that got the canary's' grin, and my eyes will wander past your face, throat, and chest while my foot rests right over your throbbing bulge.

And if you want more, you'll grind right into it.

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talkative and sassy femme domme 4 whiny and groaning sub butch

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I need a big strong service top to fuck me slow and whine about how close he is but I tell him he's not allowed to cum and he goes "mmmbut I'm soooooo clooosse 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺" and he's tearing up and panting and he thrusts faster but then slows down bc he remembers he can't cum yet and he tries to convince me again w his big brown puppy eyes and I tell him no and this goes on for hours ☺️

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i love cute clingy puppies who pout and whine when they don't have all your attention. when you're reading a book in bed and they wrap themselves around you and rub their face against your shoulder until you give in and pet cuddle them. when you're doing chores and they glue themselves to your back and kiss your neck and cutely beg you to use them until you're too riled up to not act on it. or when you're busy with work and they're just so needy that they have to grind against you and hump your leg like the dirty little mutts they are, because even if they get punished, at least you'll be giving them attention. it fills me with so much affection that i feel sick

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Being a toy means you're useful. Toys are meant to be played with, enjoyed, treasured, used. You are cared for and then put away until the next time you are needed. A toy is someone's favorite thing. They can't wait to play with their toy. Doesn't being a toy sound so much better than being a person?

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thinking abt dog tops againnn. idk they r just perfection like omggg r u just gonna fuck me like a feral mutt while u stick ur tongue out and pant??? ideally also drooling on me in the process, slobbering over me as u pound inside like a big filthy dog... u gonna bark at me, not a yap, but like a good hearty bark in a genuine effort to assert dominance? bite into me and tug on my skin with ur teeth? use me like a chew toy? i need it.

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"Im gonna pound a fucking litter into you" Suddenly im drooling and whining and grinding and

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okay thinking about someone promising they’ll make me come but only on their strap. and then them teasing me. making me grind on their knee until i’m soaked through my boxers, hearing me whimper trying to get closer to them. they’d peel off the last of my clothes, put their tongue on my nipple. their hands pushing my knees apart. i feel my wetness already.

finally they touch me. they moan at my wetness and i moan at their touch. they hear me and smile and give me more pressure. let me grind on their fingers. they work their way down my body, kissing my sternum, my side, my hips. i’m begging - please. please. their lips wrap around my clit, their tongue working me. i tilt my hips to give them more. soon i can feel myself building up. i try to breathe to steady myself, to release the tension. to be good. so i continue begging. they ask: please what? what would you like? and i answer: please fuck me. please fuck me. i need your strap. hovering over my clit, they taunt me. is that right? you need my cock? you need me to fuck you? and now all i can say is yes. yes. yes.

slowly, so slowly, they withdraw their touch from me and leave me sensitive and shaking. i watch while they pull on the harness. they push their cock into my mouth. i know they love watching it push between my lips. i moan around it.

finally they flip me around, again keeping my legs open. lining up their cock on me. they watch me pulse as they tease my clit with the head of it. i want to wrap myself around them but they stop me: they say, can you be patient for me? let me take my time? a shiver runs through my body. yes. i can give them anything they want. i’m shaking, and they’re pushing in, slowly, watching the length of the strap sink in. watching the small jerks of my hips as i contain myself to not just pull them deeper. the sound i make when they bottom out is wanting, hungry, obscene. finally i hook my legs behind them and pull them closer, finally my hands move to their back and scratch them. i can’t help but say i love you. forehead to forehead, feeling the depth of them inside me. they pull their face away from mine just enough to meet my gaze. i tell them how good they feel, i’m whining and can barely finish a sentence. they look at me and they say, i know baby. i know. i got you.

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Oh, you’ve had a hard day, baby? Would you like me to eat your pussy about it?

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butch4butch

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The other day I told a friend of mine that I never forget to take my ADHD meds because I fucking love my ADHD meds. I'm in my late 30s, I didn't finally get a diagnosis and meds until less than two years ago, and they have changed my entire life.

And he raised his eyebrow at me. We'd been discussing addictive medications a few minutes before, like the Tramadol I finally got from the pain specialist to take once a week or so to give me a break from my chronic pain, so I reassured him that methylpenidate (Ritalin/Concerta) is not addictive (at least not in people with ADHD).

His response? To raise his eyebrow even harder and say "Well it sure SOUNDS like it's addictive!"

And I had to explain to this man - who works in a healthcare related job by the way - that just because medication makes you feel good and helps you, just because you look forward to taking it, that doesn't make it addictive or dangerous. And he wasn't convinced.

The simple fact that I was excited to take a daily pill that has literally changed my life, after decades of fighting to get that medication, made him think I shouldn't be taking it so often. That it must inherently be dangerous.

I'm not even in America, but I'm pretty sure this attitude began there and then spread over here to Europe. This Puritan idea of "if something feels good, you must beware of it. Pleasure is dangerous, it is sinful, it is addiction, it is evil."

I know too many people who subconsciously believe that pleasure = addictive = dangerous = bad. Joy is a slippery slope to hell.

So here is your reminder for today that you don't need to be afraid of feeling good. If something improves your life, use it. Even if it is addictive - learn what that addiction means, whether the addiction is inherently dangerous or not, and whether the benefits outweigh the drawbacks and risks.

My ADHD meds are, in fact, not addictive. But I will take them every day because they make my life orders of magnitude easier. I will enjoy them every time I take them.

My tramadol is addictive. I will still take it. I will keep it on a schedule to avoid becoming addicted, primarily because addiction in this case would mean reduced effectiveness. But I am not afraid of my painkillers. They are life changing.

Take your meds, everyone. Don't let anyone scare you away from doing something that improves your life.

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We can all agree that primal doms are hot right? But how hot they get when they need you, how desperate they get when they are hungry for you, teasing them by pushing them away and telling them to be patient and wait just riled them up more, how they overwhelm you and dominate you, pin you down and take you as much as they want fuck it’s so hot

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Definite banners and possible bumper stickers for the shop

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Why don’t we ever talk about butches getting sex pollen’d or aphrodisiac’d or whatever cause I wanna talk about a butch so horny he’s begging and whining to mount you over and over and over and won’t you please let him be a good boy for you he could be so so good to you

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Can we please please talk about switch x switch sex because oh my:

- Both people fighting for dominance and it’s confident and snarky and eventually when one of you gives in it’s the roughest, most possessive sex ever

- Switching roles halfway through and being hit with the “it’s my turn to make you feel good” or perhaps the “don’t you think you got a little carried away, doll?”

- Both not really feeling like domming so it’s just soft and whiny and touchy sex filled with pleas and begging.

I could go on and on

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My slut jacket