2 Bottoms In LustThis one is fairly new. It also ended up in On Our Backs.
Dunno if being the bigger one, the taller one, the one that can pick your sweet self clear up off tha floor, is all that. As in...desirable.
I mean...this here's a femme who does a mean Daddy's little girl and likes to serve while she's at it. So I ain't so sure why tha great one made you so PHYNE, irresistable and a bwoy bottom at that.
Can't banish you from my mind. You give off a glow that I may nevah forget. What's not to like? I've combed the hair on that head times two. Its blue-black 'n shiny curls cling like the miniscule dos of a million ashanti-descended choir boys as seen from above.
And I need to mention the eyes. Big and coercing. Contradicting all that shy shit you profess and confess; they dare me to do all sorts a dirty deeds with no regrets.
Sub meets sub. Gender fuckin' black bwoy meets diasporic femme vixen in tha makin'. Who will finally have her way? Bottom to top. Gyal, ain't you ready to play?
2 bottoms in lust...the universal conundrum. Can't both stay on our backs and get off. Truth is...I like to be taken TAKEN with tenderness or force. But right about now, I'd part my thighs for whatevah you had in mind. Don't you know it? Wouldn't my high heels look fine peddlin' thin air? But why should I have to make the first move?
We sit and talk...watch tv. Sit and talk...drink tea. Sit and talk. I feel worse than the most bad behave butch dog for wanting...NO, needing to stop you mid-sentence for an intense session of tongue-on-tongue tittilation. I try to focus. Getting wetter, wetter, WET. I fail miserably. And concede ungracefully.
With all the skill of a hard-on-crippled jock in back seat with a date, I grasp at tits tipped with skin the colour of roasted coffee beans. Tongue tease them out from under layers of cloth and into full view. Then I direct your mouth to my breast, my neck and hold you tight as you feed on my heat. Till my passion reaction becomes your own.
I want you. Want you on top a me. Want to coax it outta your pants and into my slit. Want your fist, your tongue, your hood. It's ALL good.
Moanin', cussin' you proceed to make my all too willing Black ass your own. One, two, three gloved, slick-lubed fingers slip past my sphincter. A quick intake of my breath. BUT...not...so...fast...
I pull back, take condom to your tool and suck like a good baby girl should. I sense, don't see your eyes roll back in your head. Your muscles tense as latex connects to clit and cortex. Sends signals screaming. A lost limb rejoined? No time to wonder. I take my fill, greedy. Plunge, suck, suck, plunge, suck, plunge. Cover it with my spit as you twitch and ride the inside'a my mouth. A forceful hand to tha back'a my neck makes me gag. Makes you laugh, drunk with the power of my gift.
Then I'm on my back. You're devouring my nipples and there's pain. A myriad of tiny-electric shocks assault my system. Your eyes gazing into mine speak volumes. Molten, they're as vulnerable as I've seen 'em.
You come into me with a shudder. Cock ridin' me. Pelvis grindin' and windin' me. Hitting all the right spots. Using that facsimile tool with more precision, more knowledge than a penis-possessing fool allowed to have one by accident of birth.
And as you're lungin', I'm squealin', beggin', jonesin' for more of what you've got to give. You name me size queen. I laugh and know you're right. Pulling you to me by the cheeks of your sweaty ass I taste your tongue and bite your lips.
Two bottoms in lust. Ain't that tha shit? Who bottomed for who? Who topped between us two? When you fucked my pussy raw and I made you do it?
Ballsy, bad butch boy, you please me. Damn! You pleased me.
©2002 by T. J. Bryan
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At some point I'll get my groove back and sit comfortably with how the me who wrote this fits with the Black conscious queer middle classing dreadlocked feminist partnered to a hetero man emotional depth blogger mama woman... Just not sure when.
But for tonight, I'd like to at least get off one more time in peace.