Bringing this up to the top 'cause I think some people will enjoy it
True Story
Me So happy! I found a floppy disc, dating back to 1996, when I was most active in the Chicago leather community. I was able to pull some data off it- not everything, but a few old files that turned out to be journal entries, and this partial story, written from my journal.
warnings include butch wimmin in black leather, too much secondhand smoke, and more Jack Daniels than I’ve drunk since those days.
Names, of course have been changed to protect the guilty… We were all guilty.
-“Gimme a ride home?” Larissa said.
“Oh, no. She’s giving me a ride.” The tall blond was balanced on the balls of her feet, and her smile showed sharp white teeth. There was a great deal of joy in that smile. “I’ll fight you for it. And I will win. I want it really bad.”
Leo said that, about me. I would have joined her in that fight. Shoulder to shoulder, my mate from that time on. Larissa backed away, her hands held up pacifically. “Hey, it’s cool, it’s cool, no problem, ” We walked up the stairs owning each other.
It had begun as a boring, ugly night. The local Dungeon Mistresses had turned the barroom pit into a schoolroom to talk about Dungeon Ettiquette. I got there late, and sat through perhaps five minutes before my impatience got me up and out
A small group of disgruntled dykes soon gathered at the bar upstairs, waiting it out, talking trash while the schoolmarms drove their all-important subject into the ground downstairs.
By the time we came back down, I was feeling pretty rowdy, and cruising the few remaining women for some impromptu fun. Leo was kissing her wife good-bye, assuring her that she would get a ride with Glynnis. I watched like a voyeur, relishing the tenderness. Those two were beginning to grow on me; maybe sometime I could get between them…
Larissa sat with her head in one hand and shyly smiled. She wished the lights were lower, she said, and it didn’t take me long to get the hint. Harry, the after-midnight bartender obliged when I called out my request. Leo came back about the time I took Larissa by the scruff of her neck and lead her over to the horse.
A group of rowdy women followed us; Sue and her bottom Robyn, Leo, Glynnis. Gleaming eyes in the half dark. Larissa was a black girl with a sweet, seductive face. Her bottom style was seductive, too, the way she would wriggle on the horse, pushing back into me, and throw her head back to kiss me. She carried a lot of fat on her big frame, and I had to hit hard to get through it. The burn made me realise how long it had been since I had played, and I had no toys at my disposal, only my hands.
Leo was watching from the side, and I beckoned her over to help me. She joined in eagerly, and kissed with fervor. I stepped back a little, let her take over. She was a pleasure to watch. I had the thought that we’d make a good top team. But it was my scene, and I took my bottom back and finished her off, untied her and took her off to sit and come back to reality.
Sue put Robyn over the horse next, for a mini scene, clamping her nipples under her shirt, and giving her an old fashioned spanking. And then I noticed Leo talking to Glynnis, who looked hesitant but nodded her head. When Sue let Robyn up, the pair came forward. I liked the solidity of Glynnis’ compact, heavy body, pulled over the black padded frame that was nearly too tall for her. Leo’s blows were heavy and solid, loud in their impact. Her face grew stern and intent as she worked, her big square shoulders elegant in their movements.
And afterwards, she dropped Glynnis to her hands and knees, made her kiss her boots. The sight sent a jolt through me, but I’m more or less used to my fetishistic reactions anyway, so I successfully put it all aside…
Someone bought a round of beer. Someone showed their new nipple ring. I pulled my pants down, and showed a circle of grinning women my labia rings. Someone bought the next round.
A little later, we sweetly terrorized a straight woman who wandered into the leather bar following her boyfriend. She wanted to tell us how beautiful she found the female form; uninterested, we groped her legs, fondled her ass, nuzzled her neck. “I can tell that you really like me” she announced. “You really like me?”
“You smell divine” I assured her, and licked her ear.
“Do you all do S.M.?” the straight girl asked; “Are you going to do anything tonight?”
“Yeah, who’s next?” one of us wondered.
“Who’s gonna top who.” Leo said to me. It wasn’t a question. I ignored it, as a pressing problem should be ignored. It was as if she’d seen right through me, knew my Top attitude was mere bullshit. I wanted to be at her feet, but Sue was there, and I didn’t want her to see me humbled; we’d been posturing and snarling at each other since the first time we’d met.
“I’ll tell you what” she said; “We’ll arm wrestle for it”
I laughed; “You’d win. I’m not that strong, really”
“Thumb wrestle, then.”
“No.” It seemed bizarre to me that no one was paying attention to a conversation that was about to shake the earth. The straight doll was drunkenly trying to tell us how nice we were.
She looked at me, through her blond mop of hair. Her eyes were incredibly blue. She had rolled the sleeves on her white tee-shirt. “Don’t make me beg” she said and smiled; “Cause I’m really bad at it.”
I gave up. “Okay” I said and walked over to the horse.
“Okay what” she followed me.
“Okay, I’ll go first.” I said.
“You’ll go first?” she was repeating everything I said.
“Yeah, I’ll bottom for you” As long as it wasn’t Sue, I told myself. The truth was, my ass and legs were tingling at the thought of her hands. I tried to make it look like I was doing her a favor as I hoisted myself onto the horse. She tied me down with firm hands, and began a warmup. Her hands, warm and solid, made connection, she wasn’t hitting as hard as she could have. “Um…” She lay on top of me. “What do you like to do?”
“Fistfuck” My mouth gets smart, when I’m on the bottom. She threw her whole weight over me and cradled my head.
“Oh, man” she sighed. “I don’t want to hit you.”
I lay under her, feeling her beating heart in my own chest until she slid off and untied me.
She grasped the legs, as I tied the ropes at her legs and wrists. Big, but not fat; a lot of muscle. My hands were burning from doing Larissa, and I cursed myself for wasting them on something so unimportant. I found my leather gloves in my jacket, and slipped them on, and they helped. I planted my thigh between her legs, to give her something else to think about, if she needed it, and she pressed against me, hard enough to stagger me backwards.
I made sure to warm her up quickly and bring my blows up to full force; I suddenly had something to prove to this girl. She seemed impervious, even to a double-handed wallop that lifted the legs of the horse a fraction off the floor. It was her own signature; I’d seen her do it, to Larissa and Glynnis. It gave me great pleasure to hand it back to her; people usually do unto others as they would be done to. But the shock traveled up my arms. It’s true that I’m not that strong. My strength comes from other sources. I got her panting, before my arms gave out.
I lay right on top of her while she came out of it. She took my hand into her mouth, biting gently and the sensation traveled back, warming my ass all over again- warming my cunt, and I must have known by then, what this was going to become.
It was incredibly late. People started leaving. And that’s when Larissa asked me to take her home, and that’s when Leo said it. I don’t think anyone, in my long life, has ever said they’d fight for me. She laughed a little when she said it. The kind of laugh that lets you know someone is deadly serious. She was mine, then.
“Take me to your house and fuck me” she said in the car.
“I’m not taking you to my house. I have a husband there.” I told her. She knew that. And I knew we couldn’t go to her house, she had a wife. “So, do you wanna top, bottom, or switch?” I asked her, trying to get the conversation on safer ground.
“I don’t care” she said. I was about to say that I couldn’t see her bottoming, when she said; “I want you to be my daddy. When I saw you come in, that first time, I knew that if I were ever to go down on my knees to anyone, it would be to that woman, you. And when I saw you tonight, I wanted to drop to my knees right then, and I want to be on my knees to you always, and-”
“Aw, jeeze” I said, or something equally suave, and pulled off the avenue to park the car on a dark block.
Fucking in a car. Something I haven’t done in a damned long time. The winter was on its way out, but it was still bitter, and I kept the engine running, and Leo hauled her seat back, and tugged her jeans down around her knees, and I crawled over her to possess her, with my mouth, with my hands. Her pubic hairs were bronzy gold, cut short. I fished in my jacket pocket, pulled out a latex glove and a pillow pack of lube; she groaned in impatience until I slapped her on the thigh.
Her cunt was flushing, in the dim light from the street, and her inner lips lay together in perfect unison; Gloved, I slid my slick fingers along the divide, insinuated between them and pushed into her heat. She was so tight, around my two fingers, and I worked them, sideways against the pad of muscle that leapt to my touch. She didn’t seem to care much about spreading her legs wide for me, but she was hobbled by her jeans in any case, and she gave voice, a soft woman’s cry from that big, butch creature. My own voice came torn from the bottom of my chest, and I clutched at her shoulders, but that was a little later.
*************** March, 1996
