Thanks as always to Ang, the Sweltering Celt, bringer of weekly Microfantasy Monday goodness. Â The theme this week is Role Reversal.
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I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head, seriously questioning my agreement to her. Â However, as much as I didn’t want to be seen in public like this, I wasn’t going to back out of it now. Â That’s one of the things she counts on, my almost pathological inability to back down from a dare.
How many times had I sung the praises of butch chivalry from the side of the butch? Â Too many times to count and she’d finally turned to me, challenge in her eyes, and said “I guess I won’t know until I try it.” Â I agreed at the time, not realizing that it wasn’t just an offhand comment. Â That was months ago, and in the time between that conversation and now, she’d been steadily whittling away at my resistance. Â And here I was, loosening another button to expose more cleavage and inspecting my eyes carefully, worried that the mascara would get into my eyes and irritate my contacts. Â I rubbed my chin, marveling at it’s smoothness and stepped back to see the whole effect. Â Skirt, hose, dressy boots. Â I glanced down ruefully, wondering how long it’d take for my leg hairs to grow back.
I heard a gasp behind me.  She’d cheated and snuck in to get a peak.  I turned around and my jaw dropped as well.  She was stunning in my dress shirt and tie, and I grinned as I glanced down to see the bulge.  Her long blond hair was pulled up and tucked under a fedora, her eyes smoldering from under its brim.
Words spilled from both of us in a rush, tumbling over each other in our haste.
“Oh, love!” … “Damn, you’re sexy…” “.. I had no idea ..” Â “Wow”
With difficulty, I held myself in check, and in moments she was pulling me against her. Â I could feel her cock pressed against my groin and her hands tightly gripping my arms. Â She uttered a half groan, half growl that connected with my cunt, causing my knees to weaken. Â She lowered her head, clearly aiming for my exposed chest.
I leaned away from her, giving her a reproving look, “Slow down, tiger, I’ve spent an hour making this happen, at least do me the favor of taking me out for a while and show me some of that butch chivalry before you ravish me.”
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