Sexuality Happens

Here’s an erotic story I wrote for the hell of it…a fantasy I’ve had. I may be submitting it for publication. Let me know what you think :).
-Essin’ Em

We had been dancing the Butch/Femme tango all weekend, her and I, at this hotel, each of us taking our steps, gently, but ever so aggressively and precisely. We were both on our own vacations from the real world, each of us falling into the roles, I the feisty Femme, she the chivalrous Butch, both of us wanting, cautiously proceeding.

I flirtatiously sipped my daiquiri (that she had so thoughtfully bought me) by the pool as she swam laps, those trunks and that tanks showing off her toned body. As I carelessly dropped my room key, number side up, she was such a gentleman, picking up for me, handing it back to me, assuring me that she might just see me later.

And now, she made good on her word. Here I was, I was pinned to the wall of my hotel room, arms by my side, her hand in my hair, lips pressing against mine. I had wanted this all weekend, and I felt satisfied that it was with the careful application of my Femme wiles that I now had this Adonis like specimen of Butch sexuality in my room, and that I was about to be properly fucked. I was quite satisfied. Could it get any better than this?

Her hand twisted slightly, grasping the back of my head, completely entwined in my curly hair. God, I loved it when they did that, and I always wore it down if only to encourage such behavior.

“I assume you have a dam lying around somewhere? I only practice safer sex.” Her husky voice startled me out of my stupor.

Was this really happening to me? A hot Butch top that actually wanted to be safe as she fucked me senseless in this 4 star hotel room. There had to be some sort of deity watching over me, and I made a mental note to thank them later. I untangled myself from the delightful mess of callused fingers and strong arms in which I had found myself wrapped and made my way across the room to root through my luggage in reach of one of those off-strawberry flavored dams that so many dykes seemed to find the bane of their existence. With my penchant for casual sex and my love for staying healthy, I loved them, and had no qualms with them…I just wish they tasted a bit better. Oh well, I thought as I picked up the dam and hurried back. Better safe than sorry.

“Put it on the bed; I’m not ready for it yet.” The dominating tone of her voice stopped me in my tracks, and I tossed it on the perfectly made king sized bed before returning to her. She had me all kind of hot and bothered, and I still had on all items of clothing.

It was as though she read my mind; I was pressed back against the wall, her hands seemingly all over my body at the same time, covering every available inch of skin, and making some new places available to her exploring digits. Untying the top of my halter top, she freed my breasts and grasped one in each of her hands, still holding me against the wall. My head rolled back as pleasure began to wash over me. There is just something about having someone take over and top you. Giving up control can be so incredibly hot, especially when you know they still respect you as person, as a woman.

Thoughts all flew out of my head as she pinched both of my nipple, HARD. She pressed up against me, and that’s when I realized she was packing. God, that was hot. It made me realize that she had planned on this, and wanted this just as much as I had. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on whatever was behind that zipper, and better yet, get it inside of me. I was beginning to ache; my clit was literally starting to throb.

Grasping my arms, she pulled my away from the wall, and guided me towards the bed. When my knees hit the edge, they buckled, and I sat on it. She leaned forward and pushed me back until I was lying flat, continuing to kiss me. Her left knee spread mine, and at this point, all I wanted her to do was for her to do was to fuck me silly. Evidently, she had other plans in mind.

With an expert flick on her fingers, the button on my shorts was undone, and she made quick work of them. My carefully planned black lace boyshorts joined them shortly in a pile by the side of the bed. I wondered if she even noticed them…I spent so much time putting my outfit and underwear together, and here I was, lying naked as a jaybird on the muted bedspread.

There was no time to dwell on these thoughts, because her fingers began to work their magic, lightly stroking the inside of my thighs, running up and down my outer lips. As soon as she touched my clit, my hips jumped off the bed and into her waiting hands. She played me like a musical instrument, carefully manipulating me close to the edge over and over again, and then backing off, bringing me almost to an orgasm at least ten times without letting me come even once.

Then she stopped. My moaning stopped, and I wear, I must have groaned out loud. I heard plastic tearing, and looked up to see her placing the dental dam on my cunt. I watched her lower her head, and as her tongue start to lick me, I began to pant. Terrified that she was going to just continue to tease me, I was on the edge, and ready to come. About a minute more of oral ministrations, and I was bucking up into her mouth, moaning and grunting as a came, and came hard. My newly found Butch knew what she was doing, and she did it quite well.

I fell back on the bed, breathing hard, taking a second to catch my breath, and then reached up, pulling her on top of me to kiss her. It has been ages since I had come that hard, and I wanted to thank her for such a lovely orgasm.

Sliding slightly awkwardly off the bed, I sidled over to my bag, grabbing a couple of important things for the rest of the festivities that I hoped would be taking place. Returning to the bed in the middle of the room, I slowly dropped to my knees, and unzipped the fly of her jeans. Reaching in, I found a pair of a boxers, and also that “my” Butch had strapped on with a lovely purple cock. I hate realistic looking dildos, so it was a lovely surprise to find something so appealing.

I pulled it out, and grabbed one of my recently collected items; a flavored condoms. One of my favorite things to do for my Butch sex partners was to give blow jobs, and this was no exception. I opened the condom, and placed it in my mouth, rolling it down the length of the cock, until I hit denim. Blow jobs while the recipient is still clothed turn me on so much, so I sucked that cock, and reached between my legs to finger myself while doing so. I felt her hands in my hair, not forcing me down on her cock, but entwining her fingers in my curls. Honestly, it doesn’t get much hotter then this. Here I was, completely naked, sucking on the cock of a well built, fully clothed Butch in the middle of a hotel room.

After a few minutes of one of the better blow jobs I’ve ever given, she pulled me to my feet. Before I could object, she had me bent over the bed; not objections here. I reached for another of my formerly collected items; a bottle of lube and handed it back to her. I heard a click, and then felt her fingers rubbing cold lube in and on my cunt, and then without warning, her cock was inside me. Tossing the bottle on the bed, she grabbed my hips and pulled be back even farther onto her cock, and she began to fuck me slowly.

Once both of us started to get into the rhythm more, she started to speed up. I love begin fucked from behind, and I could feel her jeans against my butt as she thrust into me. She reached around and grabbed my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples, which brought me close to the edge. The head of her cock was rubbing up against my g-spot, and with all the stimulation together, I came again, a completely different orgasm than the clitoral one before.

She slowed down to let me recover, and then flipped me over, placing my feet over her shouldered, and fucking on the edge of the bed, her thumb making circles on my clit. I almost thought that I couldn’t take it any more, that I couldn’t handle more stimulation, but before I knew it, I was coming again as she fucked me into oblivion.

As she pulled out, I lay there, spent. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been fucked like that. I don’t think I had ever been fucked like that. It was something about the build up of tension and attraction for the last few days, combined with the Butch/Femme dynamic, coupled with the topping; all together, I had three amazing orgasms, and had truly been properly fucked.

We both lay there in the bed for a bit, unsure of what to do now. Both of us had flights the next morning, and we lived on opposite sides of the country. This was just a fantasy, a long weekend fling as some fancy hotel. We had no future plans. But we did have a few more hours, a couple more condoms and dams, and a pair of wrist restraints. The night was young!