The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... firecracker in the sack."

"Even so," Tina agreed. "Do you know what you're getting yourself into here, Leslie? This woman's never leaving her sugar daddy for a broke old dyke! I'd hate to see your heart broken again."

Leslie had had numerous relationships—each one ending when the feminine woman she was dating had decided Leslie was 'too masculine' for her. Leslie, as a masculine woman, one who had toyed with transitioning many times, preferred beautiful, feminine-looking women. Unfortunately, most lesbians were also attracted to the feminine. If they weren't, they wouldn't be lesbian.

Leslie hoped she could find a 'lipstick lesbian' who could look past her obvious masculinity and see the kind, loving person inside. Leslie's other choice would be a 'straight woman' who could see past the fact that Leslie had neither a cock nor balls. Both options seemed full of fruitless possibilities to her. She sighed.

"Yeah, babe," Leslie acknowledged. "I know. Jem's another woman whom I can never have a long-term relationship with. Still, I'm prepared to have some fun while it lasts, and I hope her leaving doesn't destroy me as it's done in the past." Jemima's sniffle from the doorway interrupted them. Turning, Leslie saw Jemima sobbing and stricken as she looked at the pair. "I'm sorry, Leslie," Jemima tearfully said. "I wasn't meaning to toy with your emotions; I just wanted to have some fun with you. If I'd known I would hurt you, I would never have walked back into your ...

... bar."

Quickly walking over to the sobbing woman, Leslie wrapped her strong arms around Jemima. "This isn't anyone's fault, baby girl," Leslie assured her. "And, it has been fun, more fun than this big old dyke thought she could ever have with someone as beautiful as you. Just sometimes I wish I could have someone for me, you know?"

"I understand," Jemima replied. "Until I met Cillian, I didn't think love would ever find me, either. I'd gotten so desperate for love that I almost agreed to my arranged marriage just so I could have someone."

Tina joined the hug, feeling sorry for her gentle-giant butch friend. She angrily asked, "You're a married lesbian having a little fun behind your sugar daddy's back, right?"

"No, she's not," Angela firmly stated from the doorway. "Cillian, her husband, is at least five years younger than Jem and probably earns less than a third of what Jem does. Jemima's a radiologist with The Royal Children's; Cillian's a labourer."

"So, what's this, then?" Tina asked, angry for her dearest friend.

Unwilling to let go of Leslie, Jemima clung to her and sniffed, "I'm bisexual with a strong preference for women. Yet, somehow, I fell in love with a big, dumb, lummox of an AFL player. Cillian has an inner strength to him that I find irresistible, but I need female lovers in my life. Plus, I love watching Cillian fuck nubile young wenches like my friend Angela here."

"You cruise for women to take home to your husband?" Tina sneeringly said. ...