Posts Tagged ‘butch cock’

A Quick Fuck in a Shadowed Corner

01/07/2009  |  14 Comments

“Good girl,” I say, caressing her hair and cheeks with my fingers. She’s taking me deep, looking up every so often, her lips closing around me and sucking. She takes me almost to the base, deep, then slides it out of her mouth and lets her tongue lap all the way down the length of it. My hips are moving, grinding against her gently, I want more, want to pull out and fuck her up against the wall, bend her over the pool table on the other side of the room, I can see other butches with sticks hitting balls across felt in precise angles by the lamp swaying. Everyone going along with their Saturday night, not noticing this dark corner we’ve found.more

In response to what you want

12/23/2008  |  5 Comments

I would love to watch you dance. From the way that you fuck I can imagine how your body would move, all sweet s-curves and slow gyrations: there is such precision in your physicality, such openness. I can see the way you'd raise your arms to float at shoulder-height, eyes heavy to the floor or on the bodies around you, so tuned in to the music, the beat, the rhythm. You're aural that way, I can feel it in the ways you speak with your body, a language all to itself I am just learning to interpret and read under my fingertips like braille, waves of energy rising falling.more

We’re just getting started

12/20/2008  |  4 Comments

I won't tell you much about this date. There is no scene to report, no interesting beginning-middle-end with links to the toys I used (though I did go through three cocks). I won't speak of the ways I took her, the ways she opened and clenched tight. The tender places we both touched and from which we backed off (too too fragile). I won't speak to her mouth, her mouth, her near-perfect mouth and the way she tosses her head back, mouth open, this half-circle arc, when she comes. more

“I’m kind of … insatiable.” My First Date with Kristen

12/15/2008  |  12 Comments

We lay together and I catch my breath, flex and stretch my fingers. I run my palm along her hips, the sides of her body, and she is all nerve endings and sensitive skin, writhing under my touch, rubbing her feet against the blanket on the bed. I could take her again. Could roll her into her back and listen to her breathe and moan. I like the way her moaning becomes practically laughter as she gets closer. How she turns her head to the side and strains with every muscle like she's trying to press all the edges of her, like she's going to tear her way out of herself, le petite mort indeed.more

Sugarbutch Star: Maze – “The Girl in the Red Dress”

10/29/2008  |  27 Comments

The Girl in the Red Dress At first I'm trying to ignore her. I have my latest review book, Best Lesbian... more

Protected: Spilling desire

10/10/2008  |  Enter your password to view comments.

She refused to take my fingers into her mouth and, of course, that made me want to feel the way... more

Sugarbutch Star: Eileen

09/25/2008  |  26 Comments

This is the first Sugarbutch Star 2008 story, the submission is from Eileen at A Place to Draw Blood Laughing. Her Best... more

Oh look, Sinclair talks about cocks. Again.

08/04/2008  |  1 Comment

I just got Vixskins packing cock Goodfella from Eden this week - it is made to pack with, so its... more

weekend, part two: dancing

07/11/2008  |  8 Comments

Weekend, part one: flogging I slid my cock inside her swiftly and she took it easily. Let out a little cry,... more

you’re going to come for me.

06/20/2008  |  18 Comments

"Harder," she whispered. "Fuck me harder, please, please." In a dingy bathroom in the downstairs of a Tibetan restaurant. Her cheek... more