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I didn’t see her coming, worse than that I never thought I’d hear or even say when I met her I knew it was everything I wanted. Her words such a strength in them. “Baby girl, let me show you what a real butch is.”  I had dreamed of her, this butch with a motorcycle, making love in the rain, holding each other tight. Waking up in her arms.



I met her in a place I never thought I would. Strong butch talking to me, yes me.   The sweet southern young lady most people just walked past not knowing who or what I was, just a person who fades into the background unless you were close enough to me to see the free spirit deep within. It was like a glance across the room, a moment that was frozen in time. Me in a shimmering cocktail dress, allowing the champagne to cross my lips. Like a dream she came up to me saying, “May I have this dance?”  I looked into her blue eyes and without saying a word it was yes. It was like floating as we danced the perfect dance as perfect dancers.  You know the kind that you just look at and think how beautiful they are together. We danced the two of us for what seemed like hours, closing down the event with the band. Walking outside we realized that it had started to sprinkle down rain. The strong woman put out her arm. “May I escort you home?” With a smile I and nod I stated yes. The rain began to come down slightly harder.  My escort turning me around to face her said to me. “I want to kiss you.” In that moment she kissed me and it felt like a thunderbolt electricity went through my body causing it to just want to do nothing, say nothing be nothing but with this woman. I looked at her and said, take me.  I am yours.  In a wisp the side strap of my gown was off my shoulders and my left breast was exposed to her hungry mouth. Leaning me down gently she slid my skirt up while sliding her tongue around my nipples. The rain fell down harder and my hair fell down from it’s pinned up style down my wet hot back. Her every touch making me moan with pleasure, from her mouth around my nipples to her fingers on my clit. In a voice that sounded like a whisper she asked. “Do you want more?” I moaned an intense yes and she continued, this time plunging her fingers into my wetness causing me to orgasm like a South American waterfall. Smiling she said. “Come for me again baby. Show me how much you want me. “My body shaking twisting, quivering with excitement and delight wondering if I could handle it and if I deserved such pleasure at the very touch of this powerful woman.  My back arched and for a brief moment I had a little death, blacked out from such a powerful orgasm that it took all my energy and took my breath away.  I came back to her in a strong gasp of air with my legs spread open and with her rhythmic ramming inside me, my fingers dug deep into her back. She screamed “who’s your daddy now?” I screamed in response, you and always you. “That’s a good little bitch she stated.” Now I was on all fours as my breasts bounced back and forth with every thrust in and out of me.  We heard someone say what are you doing? Looking around to see a security guard, the broad shouldered woman not missing a beat said I’m making love to the most sexiest femme I know. The man responded with okay then and walked away from us.  All night long we kissed and made love I making love with her and she making love with me into the wee hours of the morning.  Having a pension for blue eyes I looked deep into hers and said, can I keep you? She smiled and winked at my naïve yet powerful question. Baby girl you’ve already got me. Intensity is an art form in and of itself and when it comes to the butch she enjoys talking to me and intoxicating my soul.