Hot Butch Looking For Some Fun - w4w
40 something, in shape butch is looking for some femme fun this afternoon
I'll strap it on, fuck you silly, and send you home. your pic will get mine
The above is the ad I answered on Craigslist after my online butt fucking discussion companion disappeared.
The hot butch turned out to be someone I did not know personally, but I knew of her. She was a Facebook friend with whom I had many friends (that I actually do know) in common. I was thrilled to find out that this big shit butch, in the New York City queer underground sex scene, wanted to meet me.
We set a time and place to have a drink to see if we clicked. I had to bail at the last minute because I was swamped at work and could not get back to Brooklyn in time to make the meeting. I told her to keep me in mind should another window open for her to have time to play. She got back to me about a week or two later and we set up a date to meet at a local Brooklyn bar to see where the night took us.
I showed up and the butch was already sitting at the bar drinking a beer, with a cranberry and seltzer with lime waiting for me. Very impressive indeed. She was boishly cute, small and wiry. We talked and joked over drinks and it turned out we knew a lot of the same people—both in the NYC BDSM scene and out of it. We had another drink, and then she looked me straight in the eye and said, “Do you want to take this elsewhere? I live three blocks way.” “Sure,” I said. “I’d love to.”
We went to her place, that she shared with her partner in an open relationship. A very nice, cozy apartment she had renovated from scratch. Impressive indeed—I worked in construction light years ago and can really appreciate fine carpentry! The hot butch pulled on a bottle of beer, I drank a glass of water. We slowly got into a rhythm, our clothes came off piece by piece and she strapped it on, fucked me silly and did not immediately send me home but rather told me to fist her. Which I did. It was the first time I had fisted any woman and it was amazing, both that I could put my fist into a woman’s cunt and that she could accommodate my decently large sized fist.
Afterwards, we lay in bed and talked a bit and then I said I had better go, pulled on my clothes and she shut the door behind me. She lives right across from a Pentecostal church, I noticed.
I’ve seen the butch since, in social settings and we’ve chatted on Facebook on occasion. She’s never asked me to play again, but that’s another story altogether.