Sunday, August 15, 2010

What is a Butch?

What is a butch?

A butch is the polar opposite of a femme. The yang to the femme's yin.

I take her arm and help her up. I give her comfort when she needs it. I lift the heavy things. I go to the store when she is lying naked in bed and doesn't want to get dressed. I fuck her like she needs to be fucked.

I can't stand it when she cries because I want to find out why she is crying and fix the problem immediately. I want to make her happy constantly. I am her rock. I have to be her rock. I guess my kind of butch is the rock butch. I am sturdy, I am reliable, I am stable, I have strength to offer (both physical and emotional). I want to marry my woman and give her all that I can and more. I want to do house projects and fix things. I want to build our dream house with my bare hands, yet I am no carpenter. But my heart wants to.

I want to fuck her hard and strong all night. I love making her cum over and over again until I lose count. I love the sounds she makes, from guttural to a high pitched squeal. She's wet like the Amazon River before I barely touch her sometimes. Her lust and scent drive me wild. My favorite position is right above her, supporting myself with my arms, staring down into her chocolate brown eyes and seeing the lust there. She's begging me to fuck her. Yet while she's begging me, she's daring me to make her cum as much as I can. It's challenge I relish and a challenge I win almost every single time we fuck.

I want to be the one to take care of things. I want to make enough money so we can live comfortably without worrying. I want us to have a little cushion in case something goes wrong. And I want to be the one responsible for fixing whatever problems come along. Of course I cannot fix all the problems by myself, but, I'll try my hardest to. I just don't want her to worry.

I sound almost sexist when I say that, but, it's true. I just want to be her provider. I want her to know everything will be taken care of. Of course, in all likelihood, we will have a partnership, an equal relationship where we both would take care of things. That would be the correct thing to do. But I just want her to know that no matter what, I will be her rock.

I imagine in our kitchen, she'd be cooking wearing nothing but an apron. That thought makes me tingle all over like nothing else. Just the fact that she'd be in our kitchen being naked for me. Why would she be in the kitchen? Because she loves cooking and I can't. I love her cooking though. Afterward, I would clean up the mess and do the dishes because that's what I do best.

Being a butch, for me, is all about being a rock: A solid, unmoving pillar of strength and unyielding patience for my girl.

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