The Chronicles of the Butch and the Red Head
Once upon a time there was this sexy red headed momma. This red head
was super femmy and a granola chick all rolled into one. Then one
night the red head met this charming knock out of a butch. The red
head checked out the butch up and down and knew she was the butch for
her.
The red head had to do a lot of chasing to hold down this butch but
she finally tamed her and took her home. Many nights the red head
laid in bed and watched the butch, holding on to her tight. The butch
became pretty keen on this red head and one night even made the red
head her wife.
The red head was ecstatic and overjoyed by this turn of events. She
never thought in a million years she would have this knock out of a
butch let alone become the Mrs.
Many moons later the red head and the butch were still happily
together. The happy couple never realized how much they really and
truly loved each other till one night the butch had to go on a trip –
far far away. The red head was very sad but knew her butch would be
home soon. She missed her butch terribly and longed for her touch so
much she ached.
Each night before she fell asleep the red head would hold on to her
butch’s pillow and look up to the stars. She knew these were the same
exact stars her butch would be sleeping under. She would gaze up and
admire the beauty she saw in the night sky and thank the heavens for
sending her this remarkable woman. Then she would blow a kiss up to
the sky and hope for it to land on the lips of her butch so far far
away.
Sometimes she would fear that her butch would find another in that far
far away place but then she would look down on the ring on her finger
and would be reminded that her butch was here to stay. The red head
counted down the days until her butch returned home. Sometimes she
would shed a tear or two to calm the longing in her heart and aching
in her soul and then she would feel her butch thinking of her and it
would bring a smile to her face. Whenever she would smile she always
remembers her butch finding that dimple in her cheek – her dimple she
called it.
Then the time finally came for her butch to be home. She stood there
with waited breath watching for her to come down the terminal. When
alas there she was – the love she had waited for all of her life. Her
butch. She showered her butch with love and affection – and lots of
kisses too. She looked into the eyes of her butch and promised her
that no matter what and no matter how far far away they may be that no
one in this lifetime or any other would ever compare to her butch and
that her love would continue on for existences to come.
The red head and the butch went home to their quiet little house and
held each other close for all eternity. And they lived happily ever
after!
was super femmy and a granola chick all rolled into one. Then one
night the red head met this charming knock out of a butch. The red
head checked out the butch up and down and knew she was the butch for
her.
The red head had to do a lot of chasing to hold down this butch but
she finally tamed her and took her home. Many nights the red head
laid in bed and watched the butch, holding on to her tight. The butch
became pretty keen on this red head and one night even made the red
head her wife.
The red head was ecstatic and overjoyed by this turn of events. She
never thought in a million years she would have this knock out of a
butch let alone become the Mrs.
Many moons later the red head and the butch were still happily
together. The happy couple never realized how much they really and
truly loved each other till one night the butch had to go on a trip –
far far away. The red head was very sad but knew her butch would be
home soon. She missed her butch terribly and longed for her touch so
much she ached.
Each night before she fell asleep the red head would hold on to her
butch’s pillow and look up to the stars. She knew these were the same
exact stars her butch would be sleeping under. She would gaze up and
admire the beauty she saw in the night sky and thank the heavens for
sending her this remarkable woman. Then she would blow a kiss up to
the sky and hope for it to land on the lips of her butch so far far
away.
Sometimes she would fear that her butch would find another in that far
far away place but then she would look down on the ring on her finger
and would be reminded that her butch was here to stay. The red head
counted down the days until her butch returned home. Sometimes she
would shed a tear or two to calm the longing in her heart and aching
in her soul and then she would feel her butch thinking of her and it
would bring a smile to her face. Whenever she would smile she always
remembers her butch finding that dimple in her cheek – her dimple she
called it.
Then the time finally came for her butch to be home. She stood there
with waited breath watching for her to come down the terminal. When
alas there she was – the love she had waited for all of her life. Her
butch. She showered her butch with love and affection – and lots of
kisses too. She looked into the eyes of her butch and promised her
that no matter what and no matter how far far away they may be that no
one in this lifetime or any other would ever compare to her butch and
that her love would continue on for existences to come.
The red head and the butch went home to their quiet little house and
held each other close for all eternity. And they lived happily ever
after!
Part 2
The red head stretched one night – tired and weary from the week’s
work. Sometimes it seemed like the work was never-ending but she
wouldn’t change a thing. She was staring at her computer. Her eyes
were a blur. See her butch was still out in the wild rainforests in
that place far far away.
Each night the butch has been gone the red head waited for her call.
Just the thought of hearing her voice on the phone saying “hi honey”
or “hey baby” is just enough for her to make it through another day
without her butch by her side.
The red head just nodding off at her desk hears the phone ring and
looks down and sees that 503 area code and smiles knowing it is her
butch far far away. As she picks up the phone she hears that sweet
voice – that same voice that proposed to her in the shower – that same
voice that vowed to the red head that she would be loved forever by
the butch. It is one of those voices that when the world could be
falling down around you and you don’t know what to do – just the
simple sound of that voice calms all your fears.
The butch was very tired. She had been traveling all week going here
and there and doing this and that. The red head yearned to have the
butch home with the butch’s head in her lap – the way they always
watch movies together. The butch rambled off about her many
adventures – wishing the red head was there to share them with her.
The red head was a little green under the gills – she so wished she
could be there sharing all this with her butch. She knew there would
be other times though going with her butch to that place far far away.
She smiled contently as she listened to all the stories. Every
second and every sound reminded her how much she truly loved this
butch of hers.
Soon though the butch had to go – she would be leaving that place far
far away to go on to a place not so far away. The red head was sad.
Another night sleeping alone in that big cold bed without her butch
lying next to her. She went to bed very late that night and curled up
next to the butch’s pillow. The red head held on tightly hoping the
butch could feel the love she was sending her.
Some things she missed more about the butch being far far away than
others. She missed being close to her butch. Kissing her before they
fell asleep in each other’s arms. She missed making love to her butch
late at night, feeling all the thrills of passion and that fervent
feeling of total enigmatic ecstasy. She missed feeling her butch’s
hands fill her completely while she was also inside her butch
exploring all her hidden inner depths – waves rushing over both of
them.
She missed tasting her butch – on her lips… her fingers… savoring
every delicious drop. She missed collapsing in each other’s arms and
falling soundly asleep in total peace serenity. The red head
continuously counted the days until she would have her butch back in
her arms again.
The red head awoke the next morning and sadly her butch was still
gone. But the red head smiled to herself softly remembering in just a
little time her butch would be back to her safely and sound. The
butch once told her red head that she felt the red head’s love and
devotion was funneled downward to one infinitely dense point lodged
somewhere between her consciousness and subconsciousness. The red
head thanked the powers that be for bringing her this butch – this
love of her life knowing that throughout the existences to come the
two would continue to nurture each other in absolute serendipity.
work. Sometimes it seemed like the work was never-ending but she
wouldn’t change a thing. She was staring at her computer. Her eyes
were a blur. See her butch was still out in the wild rainforests in
that place far far away.
Each night the butch has been gone the red head waited for her call.
Just the thought of hearing her voice on the phone saying “hi honey”
or “hey baby” is just enough for her to make it through another day
without her butch by her side.
The red head just nodding off at her desk hears the phone ring and
looks down and sees that 503 area code and smiles knowing it is her
butch far far away. As she picks up the phone she hears that sweet
voice – that same voice that proposed to her in the shower – that same
voice that vowed to the red head that she would be loved forever by
the butch. It is one of those voices that when the world could be
falling down around you and you don’t know what to do – just the
simple sound of that voice calms all your fears.
The butch was very tired. She had been traveling all week going here
and there and doing this and that. The red head yearned to have the
butch home with the butch’s head in her lap – the way they always
watch movies together. The butch rambled off about her many
adventures – wishing the red head was there to share them with her.
The red head was a little green under the gills – she so wished she
could be there sharing all this with her butch. She knew there would
be other times though going with her butch to that place far far away.
She smiled contently as she listened to all the stories. Every
second and every sound reminded her how much she truly loved this
butch of hers.
Soon though the butch had to go – she would be leaving that place far
far away to go on to a place not so far away. The red head was sad.
Another night sleeping alone in that big cold bed without her butch
lying next to her. She went to bed very late that night and curled up
next to the butch’s pillow. The red head held on tightly hoping the
butch could feel the love she was sending her.
Some things she missed more about the butch being far far away than
others. She missed being close to her butch. Kissing her before they
fell asleep in each other’s arms. She missed making love to her butch
late at night, feeling all the thrills of passion and that fervent
feeling of total enigmatic ecstasy. She missed feeling her butch’s
hands fill her completely while she was also inside her butch
exploring all her hidden inner depths – waves rushing over both of
them.
She missed tasting her butch – on her lips… her fingers… savoring
every delicious drop. She missed collapsing in each other’s arms and
falling soundly asleep in total peace serenity. The red head
continuously counted the days until she would have her butch back in
her arms again.
The red head awoke the next morning and sadly her butch was still
gone. But the red head smiled to herself softly remembering in just a
little time her butch would be back to her safely and sound. The
butch once told her red head that she felt the red head’s love and
devotion was funneled downward to one infinitely dense point lodged
somewhere between her consciousness and subconsciousness. The red
head thanked the powers that be for bringing her this butch – this
love of her life knowing that throughout the existences to come the
two would continue to nurture each other in absolute serendipity.
Part 3
So many moons had passed and the red head and the butch made a life together. They took up watching birds and animals and hiking – all the things they both loved.
The red head worked a lot and that was hard on the butch because she had to be the stay at home mom. The butch loved their son more than life itself. She would bend over backwards for him… jump in front of a racing car for him… die for him. It was an unconditional love only a mother would understand. Their son adored the butch. To him she was his mother in all ways.
The butch and the red head had made a life together. They had plans for such a bright future. They dreamed of watching every sunrise and sunset together and made plans for their son’s future.
Now as the autumn winds come blowing swiftly in change comes in the 4 winds. The butch still loves the red head dearly as does the red head love the butch. The butch just feels there is something missing there. She gave her heart to another and to this other wants to stay. The red head felt so lost … so empty. She cried every hour, every minute and every second that her butch was away from her. She prayed one day to hold her butch in her arms again. The red head believed in fate. She believed that everything happens for a reason. The butch said she still loves her dearly but that isn’t enough. The red head needs more – deserves more. She deserves to be the love of her life… the center of her attention… the one who makes her heart sing with love and her body boil with passion.
The red head sat and pondered life and it’s existence. Her life didn’t exist without the butch and their family. The red head vowed once many moons ago to love, honor and cherish the butch – till death they do part. The red head didn’t believe in breaking vows and plans to keep that vow forever – from this existence to the next.
At some point in your life you may find that one person who loves you – a whirlwind of emotions spiraling through one’s conscious to their subconscious. Even the one the red head knew is the ‘one’ the red head felt so lost sometimes but yet so incredibly in love. The red head and the butch fit together like a perfect puzzle absolved of all of life’s miseries. When the butch is with the red head everything was beyond perfection. It was like laying in a meadow full of wild flowers with all of nature surrounding you in perfect harmony.
Through all the pain and the hurt and the sadness the red head will try and be by her butches side for eternity. This she so promised. The red head was never very good at giving up and will not give up in this situation either. She will hold on to their love for eternities. And if that day ever comes and the fates allow the butch to love her and want her again – she will be waiting with open arms and open heart because there was no other woman in this universe who will ever make the red head feel the way she does with her butch.
Until then the Chronicles of the Butch and the Red Head have come to a bitter end. Their chronicles may be over for now but never their love.
The red head worked a lot and that was hard on the butch because she had to be the stay at home mom. The butch loved their son more than life itself. She would bend over backwards for him… jump in front of a racing car for him… die for him. It was an unconditional love only a mother would understand. Their son adored the butch. To him she was his mother in all ways.
The butch and the red head had made a life together. They had plans for such a bright future. They dreamed of watching every sunrise and sunset together and made plans for their son’s future.
Now as the autumn winds come blowing swiftly in change comes in the 4 winds. The butch still loves the red head dearly as does the red head love the butch. The butch just feels there is something missing there. She gave her heart to another and to this other wants to stay. The red head felt so lost … so empty. She cried every hour, every minute and every second that her butch was away from her. She prayed one day to hold her butch in her arms again. The red head believed in fate. She believed that everything happens for a reason. The butch said she still loves her dearly but that isn’t enough. The red head needs more – deserves more. She deserves to be the love of her life… the center of her attention… the one who makes her heart sing with love and her body boil with passion.
The red head sat and pondered life and it’s existence. Her life didn’t exist without the butch and their family. The red head vowed once many moons ago to love, honor and cherish the butch – till death they do part. The red head didn’t believe in breaking vows and plans to keep that vow forever – from this existence to the next.
At some point in your life you may find that one person who loves you – a whirlwind of emotions spiraling through one’s conscious to their subconscious. Even the one the red head knew is the ‘one’ the red head felt so lost sometimes but yet so incredibly in love. The red head and the butch fit together like a perfect puzzle absolved of all of life’s miseries. When the butch is with the red head everything was beyond perfection. It was like laying in a meadow full of wild flowers with all of nature surrounding you in perfect harmony.
Through all the pain and the hurt and the sadness the red head will try and be by her butches side for eternity. This she so promised. The red head was never very good at giving up and will not give up in this situation either. She will hold on to their love for eternities. And if that day ever comes and the fates allow the butch to love her and want her again – she will be waiting with open arms and open heart because there was no other woman in this universe who will ever make the red head feel the way she does with her butch.
Until then the Chronicles of the Butch and the Red Head have come to a bitter end. Their chronicles may be over for now but never their love.
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