God Made Men And Then He Made Butches As An Apology

inventing a new kind of sex where you crawl into my lap as pathetic as you want to be and unburden your heart to me and no matter what you say i pet your hair and coo in a soft voice that you’re so brave for telling me and it’s gonna be okay and then i hold you and let you suck on my tits for several hours while i rub your back. and you’re still the top btw

Taking my tguy friend to the gym for the first time. "Do it like this. See how my shoulders are retracted?" I can't help but notice that he's watching my movements a little too closely. In the dim light of the gym, it's hard to tell whether or not the flush on his face is exertion or arousal, but his breath hitches every time I place my hand on him to fix his form. (And really, that's just an excuse to touch him.)

When we're done, I lead him to the shower room to wash off. With no one else around, I'm free to pin him against the wall and kiss him hard, my hands freely roaming his body. Shamelessly squeezing his biceps, his quads, feeling him cry out against my lips as I work the sore muscle. Yeah, the boy's got a nice body on him already. But I'll make a man out of him in no time.

need someone’s hands tight on my waist to hold me in place while they bounce me on their cock. I never understood being sooooo cock hungry but I actually need to be full and or sucking like my life depends on it

"being trans is a choice" do you honestly think i would CHOOSE to get gender euphoria from wearing knee-length basketball shorts?? that's humiliating

getting both wet AND hard because i don't let my physical form limit my self expression

Thinking about how embarrassing (and hot) it would be for them to grip my jaw and force me to keep eye contact as they press their cock inside me for the first time. Making me hold their gaze so they can see every little reaction I have as they push further inside me

oh, darling, you make for such a pretty boy, you know that?

you look so much like a fag with your five o'clock shadow in that dress. you've always been pretty, but god, you're a pretty boy now. and that just feels different, being called that, doesn't it?

you really oughta let it grow out a little.. shave it just a little longer for me? yes, i know it's barely there in a lot of places. you gotta get through the awkward growth phase to actually get a beard like mine. mines still filling out evenly, anyway. it takes time, handsome.

you're more of a boy in this dress and in your skirts and everything in your wardrobe you adore than any plain man off the street in his jeans and tshirt. you're more of a man than them, at the very least.

it makes you so much hotter to me, too. seeing you stand proud as that man in a dress. man in a skirt, a sleazy chest window top, anything people would deem 'girly.' you look better as a man in a dress than a girl in a dress, anyway..

yearning for the type of early 2000s lesbianism that's only preserved on flickr

happy father’s day to my fellow butches out there