© 2016 SJP
I love Butch women, like Mmmmm… They make me feel more like a woman, like I am more beautiful and pretty and made just for them; like I am part of the secret for their existence. I love the way they look at me and how I am made to feel like the only thing that matters on this Earth, ever. I love how they smell, how they look wearing men’s clothes. I love the watches they wear and their open stances when they stand. I love how masculine and soft they can look and be at the same time.
I love knowing the pleasures that my body gives them. How so singular their passions are because they are getting their Woman fix from me. And I *love* it.
I’ve been having such a hard time lately, wanting them and not feeling like I can reach out to them. I know I have to take a chance but for once, I just want Them to pick me… the shy wallflower, the odd woman out, pick me. Because I promise my love is as deep and everlasting, as true and as passionate. My heart says quietly, urgently, Pick me… please?
I want love from my future Butch, like the love in this link. I want to spend countless hours in this kind of mindful love-making, getting lost and found again beneath Her, giving my everything to Her, being Hers.
I love Butch women…