I love FEMMES!!!!!

[weatherboi]

I love femmes that lead!!!!


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[betenoire]

I like my Femmes:

Tough
Intelligent -and- Smart (those are two different things)
Nerdy
Independent
Self-Sufficient
Pottymouthed
Rock'n'Roll
Rough-n-Tumble
A Little Bit Mean

[Diva]

F ~ Friendly

E ~ Enigmatic

M ~ Magical

M ~ Mysterious

E ~ Energetic

[girl_dee]

I like femmes with power tools!

[foreverNBluJeans]

Ahhh… the look of a woman. From her head to her toes, as a whole, or focusing on specific parts of her body….god.. it’s like watching a sunset and being able to freeze it at the peak of it’s beauty and just feel that hummm in your chest letting you know this… is something amazing.

It’s her hair. When sitting on the patio at a cafe, and the shine of her hair catches my eye. Shiny strands of copper pennies in a sea of auburn illuminated by the strip of sunlight that rests there. Or the way it wraps around her fingers as she concentrates on reading. The way it would look fanned across my chest if she would lay her head to rest there.

It’s her eyes. It’s the look in her eyes when I…watch her… watch her children. It’s the way they meet mine and then move on. It’s the way they can find a SALE sign from hundreds of yards away. Its the way they dance when she’s about to do something devilish.

It’s her lips. God those lips and the way her tongue wipes ice cream from them. It’s the way her bottom lip gets caught between her teeth when she gets caught playing coy. It’s the way her lips part… ever so slightly just before I kiss her.

It’s her neck. Specifically the line of her neck that starts behind her ear and runs to the top of her collar bone when she turns her head. It’s the view of her hairline, as I hold her hair up in back, as it ends and turns into the shadow of her spine. It’s her throat as she tosses her head back in laughter.

It’s her breasts. The curve of her breasts beneath her shirt. The way they look with droplets of water streaming across them in the shower. The pale pinkish brown color of her nipples erect from the stroke of moonlight.

It’s her hands. The way a wine glass looks almost suspended in the curve of her fingers. The way her hand looks in mine. To watch them grab the sheets like fist-fulls of sand…. and the flatten out on white Egyptians.

It’s her curves. The curve of her waist leading to the curve of her hip with a downward line to the curve of her calf. It’s the curve of her ankle. It’s the curve of her back when she arches and the curve of her arm when she reaches for me.

It’s her legs. The way she crosses them when she wears a dress. The silhouette from behind the shower curtain of her leg as she gets ready to shave. The inner lines of her legs that meet … pointing the way to heaven.

It’s her feet. The tops of her feet as she walks barefoot in the grass. Her heel as she slides it into her pumps. Her toes… toe nails painted and happy. The curve of the arch of her foot that looks like it will fit perfectly in the curve of my hand.

From the top of her head to her toes….

It’s the Look.

[Martina]

i like Femmes who pull my hair and call me names,

Femmes who can take me down without breaking a sweat,

Femmes who have more books than they have shoes,

Femmes who make me hot and then ignore me,

Femmes who know how to fuck,

Femmes with big hands,

Femmes whose mouths water when they hurt me,

Femmes who laugh out loud,

Femmes with cocks,

Femmes who few people would think to cross,

Femmes with full figures, lush and fleshy,

Femmes who fuck whomever they like,

Femmes who please themselves,

Femmes with king sized beds,

Femmes who like to eat,

Femmes well over forty,

Femmes who know what they like and know how to get it

[foreverNBluJeans]

Looking without touching… that was difficult. But now…

Now I can run my fingers through her hair and feel the silken strands, like ribbons, slide across my knuckles.

My hand can rest on the back of her neck with my thumb on the left side feeling her heartbeat and the other four resting gently on the right side, below her ear. From here, I can guide her turn left and close to my body. I can pull her close and feel the heat of her breath upon my lips just before the wet, soft underside of her bottom lip slips…into my mouth.

The comfort of her hand in mine… fingers interlocked not able to tell by looking which are hers and which are mine and then she squeezes. Mine collapse.

Now I can feel the breasts beneath the shirt as we dance and she can feel mine as they press together and give to each other. My hand on the small of her back rocking with her hips as we lean, left and right.

I can feel the soft skin beneath her breast with the top of my index finger as we lay in bed, my cheek sinking into her ribs. I can trace her nipple with mine and feel them both stand hard.

Her fingers sliding across my forehead and circling my temple as my head lays in her lap.

The smooth of her skin, razor on strap, as I gently run my teeth down her stomach, below the belly button above her hairline… and that specific piece of skin melting hot upon my tongue.

The feel of her back leaning into me and her head on my shoulder as we watch dvds.

The touch of her hand on my back as I wrestle my nightmares.

The feel of her inner thigh against my cheek.

Her wet upon my mouth.

Her pulse upon my tongue.

and we have touched until we are pleasantly numb.