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In your surprise, you could do nothing but open your lips to her. Your mouths touched, and the touch was electric. Her tongue slid in without resistance, meeting yours, probing, searching. Her body pressed against yours, and through your dress and corset you could feel hers, hard and trim. One arm was wrapped around your waist, the other stroking your hair. You clutched at her back, devoid of thought, writhing in her grasp. When she finally raised her head, your eyes were closed, panting. No mere hint of arousal now: you could feel the moisture between your legs, demanding, begging for more. After an instant she retrieved her crop, and led you up the staircase. You followed behind her by one pace, meek, afraid but far too lost in desire to resist anything. Up the stairs, down a hall, through a door, another hall, until you were lost in the maze-like mansion, until finally you reach a door for which she produces a key. (Who is this woman, you think, who has keys to a house she does not live in.)

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Administrator — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 18:33:30 +0000

Putting the crop aside, her right hand slid into place on your back as your left hands clasped; the band begun as if cued. Across the wood floor, no one else around, the band sounding muffled and distant, the two of you glided in a waltz. Your eyes were held by hers; you could barely breathe, overwhelmed by emotion. Your body felt weak, but her hand made it impossible to fall. And you could feel yourself growing aroused; your nipples were erect (from the cold of the window, you told yourself), and you feel the undefined tingling between your legs of impending excitement. The dance was over after what seemed like an instant; she spun you at the finale, bowing deeply as she still held your left hand. Again, your eyes met, and her face lost any expression. You stood, gasping for breath, wondering what would happen. Then, without haste but with terrible determination, she pulled you to her, her arms clasped around you, and lowered her mouth to yours.

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Just as you had regained your composure and was ready to return to the party, you heard the sharp click of a heel coming down on the floor at the doorway behind you. You turned, slowly, knowing that it couldn't be her, both hoping and fearing that it was. And, of course, it was: she was wearing her hat and carrying her riding crop, dressed as if ready to depart. She continued to walk up to you as you stood motionless, your mouth dry and heart pounding so loud you were afraid it might drowned out the band. She stopped her confident stride only three feet from you, and then (with an ironic smile) doffed her hat in a graceful bow. One last dance? she asked, eyes smiling and deep, velvet over steel. Yes, you said, so softly you were sure no one else could hear. But from your body, your face, you knew what you were saying to her: Yes. Please. Anything. I beg you.

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And, again, she turned away, but this time with the most delicate and private of smiles; a smile that was kind and cruel, loving and harsh all at once. And you could bear it no longer; as swiftly as you could you hastened out of the room, down the long carpeted hall, across the cold wood floor of the study to the window, casting it open and deeply drinking the night air, feeling tears of joy? shame? rage? well up on your face.

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Until, at the end of a particularly energetic polka, you dropped a ring you had been adjusting on your hand. Dipping to pick it up, you stood up straight only to find yourself staring into her eyes; through the movement of the crowd, she had end up not two feet from where you had stooped. The moment lasted an eternity. You drank in the sight of her, the smell of her; her eyes had paralyzed you as if you were a deer caught in a car's headlights. Your mind was a blank; you wanted nothing except to look at her, give yourself to her. You could feel your knees grow weak. You wanted to throw yourself at her feet, beg her to do anything she wished to you, just acknowledge you, accept you

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Administrator — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 18:02:49 +0000

She was tall, at least six feet. She was dressed in black, in a perfect coachman's uniform. She wore tight pants fit into calf-high boots, shiny and well-polished. Her vest, cut to give her a tight V-figure, was closed with a double row of bright silver buttons. Those, and her white cravat, were the only thing which were not black, black to the point of absorbing the light around her. Her hands and fingers were long and delicate as she casually tapped the palm of one hand with a riding crop. Her features were strong, aristocratic, not feminine except in their beauty. Her close-cropped hair was nearly completely concealed by a coachman's top hat. But her eyes drew you most of all. Large, intense, as dark as her clothing, they held to the promise of lust, passion, power and even cruelty The band struck up a waltz on a slightly off note, shocking you back to reality. You dimly were aware of your partner taking your hand and leading you onto the dance floor, and the movement gradually brought you to earth. Occasionally as the dance progressed, you would glimpse her dancing with women (and always leading). But after every dance, she was someplace else, asking someone else to dance; you could never seem to get near to her. Finally, the impression of her first appearance faded, and the evening continued.
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Administrator — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 15:43:37 +0000

The night air was pleasant, cool and slightly moist against your skin, but it brought you no peace. As you leaned out over the balcony, surveying the reflecting pools and gardens of the estate stretching out into the moonlight, you tried to relax, enjoy the panorama, and ignore the sound of the music, laughter, and dancing in the ballroom down the hall from the study whose window you had flung open. Flung open at the end of a mad flight from the ball, trying to escape that which you most desired and, yet, by which you were most terrified. The party had begun pleasantly enough. You had come unescorted, determined you have a good time regardless of who had or had not come with you. There were enough unattached men, or just outrageous flirts, to more than fill a casual night. Perhaps you would meet someone interesting, or particularly attractive, you had thought, but put the subject from your mind: no expectations except for diversion. Then, two hours or so after the first dancing had begun, she had entered the room. It was between dances, and the crowd was busy with angling through the floor, looking for someone to ask for the next dance, or making themselves obvious to the person they wished would ask them. When the dark figured had filled the doorway, many had turned to look. Most had given a quick, appreciative glance, and then returned to their partners. You had not; although you were across the room, you stopped and stared as if turned to stone.

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"You want that repulsive thing sucked," her sarcastic tone of hatred was lost to Charlie, "either hook the stupid thing up to the vacuum cleaner or put your own head between your legs and suck yourself off." Kathy departed the apartment without any further incident, Charlie's moans echoing through the house as he shot his wad onto his hairy stomach.

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It was going on seven that evening when Kathy put the remainder of her meager possessions in the back of her car. She hadn't given Charlie any details other than it was over and she was leaving. Charlie had remained on the bed, his nakedness now seeming to her to be that of a gnarled gargoyle in some fairy tale. Charlie, good ole' functionally illiterate Charlie, had stayed as predictable as ever, all the way up to the end. "Aw c'mon," his bleating tone irritated Kathy even more, "just one more blow job for the road." Kathy looked across the room to the grotesque gnome laying on the wrinkled sheets. She never realized that she had such a capacity for being repulsed, and Charlie was truly repulsive with his little pig sticker flailing about between his fingers.

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Their passions spent, they hugged each other convulsively, their kisses still eager and hungry, their prowess like sexual athletes as they surrendered themselves to one another atop the satin coverlet of the eiderdown bed sunk in the floor of the master bedroom. A sudden release of abundant happiness welled up in both their breasts as they kissed each other to sleep, Kathy's mind filled with the erotic images of the passionate love she'd just shared with another woman.

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Kathy's fingers tangled themselves in the long strands covering Stephanie's head, her hands pulling Stephanie's face into her, her hips thrusting her flowing womanhood against Stephanie's mouth, her knee working Stephanie's sopping mound until it exploded in a milky white flood that flowed across her leg and puddled on the satin comforter. Stephanie's release holding her in the throes of Aphrodite, she dug her tongue deep into Kathy's overflowing goblet, her lips sucking at the overflow, her tongue capturing the sweet fluids flowing from the depths of Kathy's womanhood. Their individual orgasms were multiple, their collective desires were mutually sated, their unsolicited early-morning love making set every fiber in their bodies trembling.

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Kathy's sensual appetite seemed to exceed even that of Stephanie as she drove her pelvis against Stephanie's mouth, impaling the studded surface of Stephanie's tongue deep inside her exploding mound. Stephanie's skill in sensual games was no match for the torrent of emotions Kathy unleashed during this, her first incursion into the world of Sapho love. Kathy had fallen headlong into the sticky, tangled web of desire, and now she wanted her reward to be an earthquake of sudden, spasmodic passions.

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Administrator — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 15:26:24 +0000

Kathy's body was an instrument to be played on, and Stephanie was the senior maestro for the orchestra. Kathy's night was filled with paradise as Stephanie kissed her way down Kathy's body, her lips nibbling at warm flesh, her tongue darting and tasting the womanly sweetness seeping through the pores of Kathy's skin. Stephanie's own lotions began to steam and boil inside her as she moved her mouth on Kathy's breasts, her lips sucking in the rigid minarets of Kathy's nipples, her tongue plying their firmness, her sucking a vane attempt to free them from the pale pink plains which housed them. She rubbed her swollen clit against the firmness of Kathy's knee as she worked her mouth and tongue over the rich smoothness of Kathy's stomach, her tongue playing in the little hole in the center of Kathy's body, her lips sucking in the pliable flesh of Kathy's upper abdomen. She trapped Kathy's leg against her pulsing womanhood as her face moved into the musky warmth anxiously awaiting her between Kathy's legs.

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Kathy's face flushed as Stephanie moved her slick hands up over her stomach, her fingers grabbing little tufts of skin and sending waves of euphoria cascading the length of Kathy's body. Stephanie's was a softness that bespoke another kind of woman altogether, a woman Kathy had never known existed. Kathy was overwhelmed by affection as Stephanie ran her oiled hands over the firm mounds of her breasts. Her breathing became erratic as Stephanie trapped each of her nipples between her fingers, her tugging and pulling on the rigid teats filling Kathy with a momentary dizziness as she released yet another cascade of syrupy lotion into the straw covered field between her legs. Kathy opened her eyes, her stare that of unashamed affection for Stephanie.

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Once more Stephanie warmed the aromatic oil in her hands, her palms dancing along the silky smoothness of Kathy's exposed calves, her fingers digging into the supple flesh of Kathy's thighs, her fingernails repositioned so as not to poke into the silky flesh her fingers were manipulating. Her thumbs worked into the crease where Kathy's legs joined her crotch, their circular rhythm making Kathy's hungry cavern yearn for their touch. Careful- ly, she massaged the expanse of smooth flesh surrounding Kathy's underbrush, a finger occasionally trailing into its downy softness and testing the smooth- ness of Kathy's pouting, outer lips. She warmed yet another teaspoon of oil in her palms, her hands massaging the soothing ointment into the thicket covering Kathy's womanhood, her ministrations ceasing only when Kathy arched her hips and tried to capture her fingers within her oozing epicenter.
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"Ummmmm!" Stephanie's low growl interrupted the scene playing itself out in Kathy's mind. "Why don't you roll over and let me loosen up your front side too." Stephanie had sat back on her haunches, her repositioning allowing Kathy to roll over without kicking her. Kathy complied with her request tranquilly, her legs parting as she rolled over, her thighs brushing against Stephanie's knees as she repositioned herself on the downy softness of the bed. She opened her eyes and gazed at her image in the mirror embedded in the ceiling. Kathy saw her breasts as Stephanie was seeing them, flattened mounds atop her chest, their tips reaching upward in hopes of being tenderly manipu- lated and satisfied. She saw how her stomach flattened out when she lay on her back, the bothersome little paunch now hidden down inside her. She marvelled at the way her hair cascaded atop the pillow, her ears revealed for anyone who wanted to suck and nibble on them. She gained a new perspective on her own womanhood as her eyes beheld the straw covered thatch between her legs, the little coverlet glistening in the dim light with the minuscule droplets which had seeped into her little forest. For the first time in years, Kathy felt good with herself. She felt like she was a prize worthy of Stephanie's unsolicited conquest.
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Kathy's pulsing nipples lanced into the satiny smoothness as the comforter as Stephanie's hands moved to the tender flesh of her lower back, another offering of aromatic oil having first been warmed between her palms. Kathy's body luxuriated in the sensuous rapture of Stephanie's hands, her spine transmitting wonderful signals to her brain every time Stephanie covered the plain of her backside with her back and forth movements. Then, Stephanie's talented workers were administering to the pliable flesh of Kathy's shoulders, her fingernails occasionally cresting the collar bones and searching for the upper slopes of Kathy's hidden breasts. Kathy felt the shifting movement atop the eiderdown mattress, the pressure increas- ing on her shoulders, the first drops of her womanly release ebbing within her as Stephanie ran her tongue along the outer fold of the crevice marking the joining of Kathy's behind cheeks.
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"Why don't you get comfortable on your stomach down there while I get some soothing oil to relax you with?" Stephanie's words were an adoring whisper in Kathy's ear. Kathy lowered herself onto the eiderdown mattress, her body burying itself in the welcoming softness, her flesh alive with the feeling of the satin bedspread against her, her mind surrendering itself to the reality her body was living, her thoughts fleetingly touching on how it might feel to have another woman make love with her. She had gone too far now, she couldn't turn back. She didn't want to turn back. Stephanie had already filled her with a warmth that had been too long forgotten in her life. She sighed audibly when Stephanie joined her on the satin coverlet, her thighs parting in total submission as Stephanie got on her knees behind her. Stephanie warmed the aromatic oil in the palms of her hands before beginning her ministrations at the back of Kathy's ankles. Her smooth hands ran up and down the backs of Kathy's legs, her long slender fingers kneading the tight muscles trapped beneath the pale white skin. Each hand, five fingers, rubbed and communed on each of Kathy's legs until her muscles loosened to the consistency of warm putty. Kathy's brain seemed to be floating out in the ozone as Stephanie's practiced fingers worked the flesh of her firm butt, the long fingernails leaving little trails along the flesh, the sensations coursing through Kathy's body etched upon her mind for eternity.
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Administrator — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 18:32:12 +0000

Stephanie's hands played along Kathy's sides as Kathy inventoried the dusty rose hue of the master suite. The king-sized, eiderdown mattress set in the floor in the center of the room instantly caught her eye. Early morning sunlight filtered through foggy clerestory windows, illuminating the massive fireplace on the far wall, it's hearth an exquisite mural of handmade tiles. The ebony, satin comforter covering the sunken bed shimmered in the dim glow of the cafe lights embedded in the ceiling, the reflection of their beams clearly visible in the mirrored tiles framed into the ceiling over the satiny coverlet. Stephanie's urgings were respectful as she propelled Kathy across the soft depth of the rose carpet, her hands carefully holding Kathy's hips as though they were fragile eggs about to hatch. Reaching the wood inlay on the step surrounding the sunken bed, Stephanie placed her lips in the nape of Kathy's neck, her mouth gently sucking at the smooth flesh of Kathy's shoulders. lesbian kunnilingus pictures

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"My God, Steph!" Kathy's words exploded from her mouth as she pulled her face away from Stephanie's searching tongue. "I never thought you were....." her words were stopped by the gentle pressure of Stephanie's finger against her lips. "Shhhhh!" Stephanie's rejoinder was a bare whisper in the night. "Let me be the one to help you get what you've been without for far too long." Kathy's eyes clouded over like a pair of milk-blue marbles as Stephanie's lips once more found hers. Her mind surrendered her body to the loving embrace. Her tongue returned the prodding advances of Stephanie's. She stood on her tiptoes as Stephanie's hands cupped her firm buttocks, her nipples brushing against Stephanie's firm points, her pelvis rubbing against the downy softness between Stephanie's legs. Their embrace lasted a full two minutes, until Stephanie released Kathy from her questing hands and yearning mouth. Lovingly, Stephanie led Kathy back across the porch and through the double doors to the living room. Kathy felt her womanhood throbbing with wanton anticipation as Stephanie led her through the French doors on the opposite side of the living room. Her breath caught in her throat when she entered the room Stephanie had guided her to.

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Administrator — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 07:14:47 +0000

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The moon yawned apathetically then disappeared behind a cloud as Kathy pulled her T-shirt up over her head, her firm breasts bouncing against her chest as she released them to the cool early morning air. She felt her nipples harden in the breeze as she worked her shorts, panty hose, and underpants down over her thighs and calves. Her curly pubes danced in the breeze as she crossed the porch to the hot tub, her mind exploding with questions about her unprecedented behavior. Then, her thoughts became quiescent as she lowered herself into the steaming water, her thigh brushing against Stephanie's outstretched hand as she gave herself over to the soothing warmth of the bubbling liquid. The moon sparkled like a shimmering silver- dollar in a spotlight as Kathy and Stephanie exchanged reassuring smiles through the steamy mist floating above their luxurious pool. They spent the next half hour basking in the hot tub, sipping Brandy, and talking about the myriad of customers from the bar. Kathy wasn't con- sciously aware that Stephanie kept moving closer and closer to her until she felt the slender, long-nailed fingers gently massaging the taut flesh of her shoulders. Kathy flinched involuntarily. No woman, nor man for that matter, had ever touched her as tenderly as Stephanie was touching her now.

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Holding the snifter in her hand, Kathy walked over to the folding doors at the back of the living room. Opening one of the panels inward, she saw that the doors gave way to a wrought iron balcony overlooking a splendid gazebo. She was just about to walk over to the wood covered enclosure of the spa overlooking the oriental landscape of the backyard when Stephanie came up behind her. "Beautiful sight, under a full moon, at four in the morning; isn't it?" "Beautiful," Kathy's voice was a croak in her throat, "doesn't do this near the justice it deserves." "And what's really relaxing," Stephanie continued, "is a luscious soak in the hot tub over there." "Yeah," Kathy replied innocently, "if I'd known I was going to be exposed to all this tonight, I would have put my swim suit in the car before I went to work." "Swim suits be damned!" Stephanie's words echoed in Kathy's ear as she stepped out from behind her. Her nakedness took Kathy by surprise, her body an elegant picture that should have been on the front of a magazine. Stephanie's body, Kathy quickly noted, revealed that she spent many hours under the sun without a stitch of clothing on. There wasn't a cen- timeter of pale flesh peaking through the richly bronzed tan which covered every inch of her smooth flesh. Even her pink nipples had been turned crimson by the ultra-violet rays of daylight, the areolae providing a reddish-brown platform for their rich fullness. The richness of Stephanie's tan was quaintly offset by the manicured thicket of strawberry hair between her legs, its hue slightly paler than the windswept mane atop her head. "Come on, strip out of that horribly confining clothing and join me in the hot tub." Stephanie's words were thrown over her shoulder as she padded across the porch and immersed herself in the bubbling warmth filling the tub set flush in the porch flooring.

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The foil wallpaper covering the foyer seemed to expand the already grand expanse of space in the entryway. Kathy saw the elegant spiral stairway leading to the second floor, the high-ceilinged hallway leading to the sunken living room causing her to exhale in awe. Stephanie guided her down the hallway, through the immaculate living room, and over to the wet bar separat- ing the delicate peach patterned walls of the living room from the bright yellow kitchen. Following Stephanie's advice, Kathy kicked off her high- heeled shoes, her feet instantly surrounded by the plush fibers of the deep carpet beneath her. Stephanie poured Brandy into snifters for both of them, raised her glass in salute, and sipped the warm liquid into her throat. Kathy was awe struck as she returned the salutation and tasted the soothing warmth of the decanted liquor. Stephanie gave Kathy a quick kiss on the lips, crossed the vast expanse of the living room, and disappeared through a set of French doors on the other side of the room. It took Kathy a moment or two before she realized that Stephanie had never done that to her before.
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The street lamps lifted their feeble lights toward the sky as Stephanie and Kathy each drove through the neighborhood where Stephanie lived. The houses, Kathy noted mentally, were either identical twins or mirror images of one another. Looking down the street, Kathy saw a lighted window gleaming in the darkness. She followed Stephanie into the driveway of the neat, two-story house, yellow chrysanthemums surrounding it as high as the windows. Stephanie's was a prosperous-looking abode. Placing her arm around Kathy's waist, her hand just below the firm mound of Kathy's breast, Stephanie carefully guided her up the flagstone walkway to the oaken double doors of the entryway. Kathy didn't seem to notice when Stephanie's hand ran itself across her breast as she moved to pull the door key from her purse, her mind was preoccupied with the opulence she speculated she would find beyond the door.
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The full moon, and the recent articles in the newspapers about the police cracking down on drunk drivers were sufficient catalysts to keep a majority of the bar's regular customers at home that night. Even George, the owner of the bar, had left shortly after the bar officially opened. Thus, Kathy and Stephanie worked one of the easiest Saturday nights in a long time. At two the next morning they shooed the last customer out the front door, and by three they had all their after work duties taken care of. "How'd you like to come over to my place for some breakfast?" Stephanie's question caught Kathy totally by surprise. Stephanie was indeed a close friend and a companionable co-worker, but she'd never invited Kathy to go anywhere with her after work. Kathy accepted the invitation with a smile and a cheerful little wriggle of her shoulders. Both women had a spring to their stride as they locked the bar and walked to their cars, Stephanie offering to let Kathy ride with her, but Kathy opting to follow her to her house instead. lezcuties porn gal

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Kathy stepped out of the shower, her straw colored pubic hair matted between her legs by the water streaming down across her stomach, little droplets forming on the pale, pink tips of her breasts before they fell to the floor, her dainty hands removing the plastic cap which protected her frosted hair from the moisture in the shower stall. Looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, she felt a brief, vicious satisfaction with the sight of her naked body reflected in the glass. The slight paunch of her belly was normal for a woman of 38, her milky-white breasts still firm mounds, the muscles in her thighs tight from her daily jogging exercises, her buttocks a smooth plain of taut flesh below her spine. As she applied makeup to her face, she thought back to the sex she'd just had with Charlie. Charlie wasn't the greatest lover in the world, his idea of erotic enticement being her sucking him until he was just about ready to come, and then quickly driving his poker in and out of her until he reached his orgasm. Of course, she'd fake her orgasms so he'd think he'd really turned her on, but in reality, she wished he'd take the time to get her excited first too. She'd tried to talk with him about that a few times, but each time he'd just gotten mad and told her that if he wasn't enough of a man, she should try and find someone who was; provided they'd be willing to pay the bills and help her manage the money she made working as a bartender. Charlie may not have been the greatest, but she had known far worse men in her lifetime. Charlie was laying on his back on the queen-sized bed when Kathy strolled into the bedroom, her nakedness causing him to grab his limp pecker and shake it in her direction. "How'd you like to clean this off for me with your freshly rubied lips?" There was a subtle mocking inflection in his voice. "You know I have to open the bar at 6, Charlie." Kathy replied, giving Charlie a look that should have been in a scabbard. "Well shit, it wasn't that good of a fuck this afternoon anyway!" Charlie's words caused Kathy to look as though a glob of Jello had just fallen off her spoon and down her cleavage. She turned to the closet and reached for the hanger containing her shorts and tank-top, there was no mercy in her face. Turning, she gave Charlie a slightly deprecating smile as she carried her clothes back into the bathroom. Charlie had stayed on the bed fondling himself while she dressed in the bathroom. Noting that she had forgotten to get her bra while she was in the bedroom, she decided to go braless that night, rather than going back and enduring anymore of Charlie's barbs. Kathy departed the apartment without any further incidents, Charlie's moans echoing through the house as he shot his wad onto his hairy stomach. "Oh my, you look good enough to eat." Stephanie's voice boomed across the empty room as Kathy crossed from the entryway to the main bar along the far wall. Kathy looked at her co-worker and friend enviously. She had always been in awe of Stephanie's five-foot-ten height and long slender legs. She marvelled at the deep bronze of Stephanie's tan, even though Stephanie's flaming red hair was indicative of a paler complexion. Coming around behind the bar, Kathy quickly noted the huge spikes poking through the loose mesh of the flimsy pullover covering Stephanie's chest; the crimson red nipples simple evidence that Stephanie wasn't wearing a bra that evening either. Stephanie gave Kathy's buttocks a seductive pat as she bent over to put her purse on the shelf under the cash register, the gesture typical of her unusual personality. "You don't exactly look like fast food yourself." Kathy's words were spoken in tones hoarse and strained with pain. "Bullshit from Charlie again?" Stephanie asked, her voice making a guttural sound. Kathy had to fight to keep her voice steady as she gave Stephanie an edited rendition of the half hour she'd spent with Charlie, before she had to get ready for work. Stephanie oozed conciliation as she tried to help Kathy clear her muddled thoughts, her ideas regarding Charlie spoken in sarcastic, biting tones. Eventually Stephanie poured them both short drinks, and both women stood behind the bar ruminating over how nice it would be if Charlie met with a variety of terminal disasters. Stephanie spoke a trifle petulantly as she tried to close the conversation on a happy note, her words a promise to Kathy that there was always hope for a happier ending to the evening tonight.

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Administrator — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 17:08:17 +0000

Five years ago, I was carrying my groceries to the car in the parkinglot when I crashed into another woman loaded down with the same. We both started to apologize, then shrieked with delight and embraced. Connie had been my best friend. We grew up together and had known each other for nearly twenty years, even though we'd sort of lost touch a couple of years back. We went to high school together and even lost our cherries to the same guy! Boy, those were the days. She and her husband had moved just a few blocks from where my husband, Eddie, and I lived, so I followed her back to their place. She got out a bottle of Harvey's Bristol Cream to celebrate, and soon we were sitting on the settee, drinking and giggling, carrying on just like it used to be. Suddenly, Connie leaned forward and asked, "Is Eddie any good, you know, in bed? I mean, do you have an orgasm when you fuck?" It wasn't like Connie to be so bold, but I answered her anyway."Sure," I said, "most times. How about you and Frank?" "Oh," gushed Connie, "Frank is a sex maniac and wants it all the time. "She giggled. "Do you want to know what he does?" "Sure." "He does this," she continued and put her hand to my lap, pressing into my pubes. I felt her finger rubbling my slit through my skirt and both of us burst out laughing. She continued her demonstration of Frank's tactics by squeezing my now swelling pussy lips. I didn't protest and asked, "Does it always feel this good when he does it to you?" "Oh, yes," she responded, "He always does it to me in public knowing quite well the kick I get out of it." "It sure feels nice when you do it to me." "Does it?" she asked, her hand under my skirt now and creeping up my thighs reaching for my panties. I felt tremors rolling up from my pussy, "What are you doing?" I asked huskily. "Do you mind?" I opened my legs wider in response and felt her finger creep under the elastic band on my panties. She probed about carefully at first, getting the lay of my moist cunt, and then she stuffed her fingers deep in my wet hole. She kept fingering me until our lips met across one another's and we fell into a hot embrace on the couch. I never felt so inflamed and hot before and suddenly I wanted to eat her! Pushing her back and pulling her legs wide apart, I began to feed hungrily at her pink gash. I'd never eaten pussy before, but I loved it, especially the way her excitement drooled out to cover my nose. Her clit was marvelously meaty and I chewed it gently between my teeth all the while fingering her juicing hole. Connie arched to allow me better access to her throbbing cunt and I lunged into it licking, chewing and sucking like I'd never be satisfied. I didn't know it could be this pleasurable, the taste and feel of another woman's body, so I sucked her harder and harder, finally bringing that pussy off to a creamy climax. In the hours that followed, Connie made love to me and showed me another whole side of my sexual self. No longer would I be strictly a man's woman, I remember thinking to myself, and that's how it is to this day.

Sapphic Chicks On Jamaica

Administrator — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:15:44 +0000

My name is Lisa. I am an investment banker with a large firm in Chicago. Recently, my employer sent me on a vacation trip to Jamaica. I needed some time to unwind, and boy did I ever. I arrived on the island in the afternoon and decided to take a walk on the beach. The breeze was warm against my face, the sand felt like baby powder between my toes and the water was clear blue as far as my eyes could see. Down the beach l noticed a black Labrador chasing a Frisbee, The dog would retrieve the Frisbee and bring it back to a black woman. I kept walking down the beach, and l found the Frisbee at my feet. I bent down to pick it up and throw it back, but the woman was already in front of me. With a heavy Jamaican accent, she said, "Hello." I said, "Hi, here is your Frisbee. God, that is one beautiful dog." She said, "Thank you. His name is Sidney and mine is Jasmine, What is yours?" "My name is Lisa. I'm here on vacation. Are you?" She replied, "No, I live here, just down the beach," Jasmine and l talked for a while, finding we had a lot in common. Jasmine was five foot eight with a nice body. She had curves that l don't have and her neon-green, one-piece bathing suit flattered her striking green eyes. She was beautiful, but there was something more about her. I sensed something in the way she kept looking at me. I asked, "What's exciting to do here?" "There are parties everywhere all the time. In fact, there is a huge one tonight. Do you want to go?" I said, "Well, l'm going to get something to eat and then go to my room." "You are on vacation and you are going to your room after dinner?" she said. "lt's Jamaica, mon! Let's party!' "Well, okay," l excitedly replied. "I will get a bite to eat and meet you...where?" Jasmine told me to meet her at her house. She said she lived in the blue villa down the beach with the pool in front. Then she and Sidney ran off. I walked back to the hotel to get some food and put some party clothes on. About an hour later l started my walk down the beach to her house, passing a lot of beach parties along the way. The beach and water were lit up by the lights from the various hotels, villas and condos. I finally found Jasmine's so-called villa; it was more like a mansion. The place was huge and sprawling, like a Mexican hacienda. I yelled up to the house, "Jasmine?" Sidney came running to greet me and l heard Jasmine yell, "Come on, what do you want to drink?" I walked inside ever so slowly so l could absorb the warmth and beauty of Jasmine's home, Then she came out. Her hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing a tight green and black striped jumpsuit. Her gold jewelry made her hair and skin glow, and when she smiled, her pearly whites just glistened. Jasmine was stirring feelings inside me that l didn't know I had. She asked, "Would you like sex on the beach?" Feeling a little giddy from the champagne l'd drunk at dinner, I replied, "Sure, who with?" She looked at me with a smile, but l didn't catch on until later what that smile meant. We drank our drinks and we were off to the party at a club nearby. The music was calypso and reggae. It was great, but with one catch. It seemed to be a gay bar, and Jasmine was obviously well known there. I had always fantasized and wondered about what it would be like to be with a woman. Was this my chance? I sat and watched handsome women dancing with women, and beautiful men dancing with men, some of them even fondling each other on the things. A slow song came on after my second beer, and Jasmine asked me to dance, so l obliged, As we moved to the dance floor, she said, "I am sorry for not telling you what kind of club this is, but l really wanted to show you a good time and this is the place." She pulled me close, and every inch of her was touching me. She was a great dancer. Jasmine's breath on my cheek was making my heart beat so loud l could hear it. I felt so comfortable in this bar, not having to worry about men hitting on me with stupid lines. Jasmine asked, "Are you having fun?" I said that I was, Her hands moved on my back and the top of my butt. I could feel the wetness between my legs. The music stopped and we sat down for another drink. I was well on my way to getting drunk and Jasmine was slamming them down too, when her hand slipped down to my leg and l returned the favor with a smile. Jasmine leaned over to whisper in my ear, asking, "Do you want to leave?" I said, "Sure." We both grabbed one for the road and hopped into her car. When we arrived at her home, Jasmine asked me if I wanted to walk on the beach. "Yes, we can watch the sunrise," l said, The beach was vacant at four in the morning, and l was getting a little dizzy. Jasmine and l sat down under the dock and watched the lighthouse signal the ships. She asked me if l had ever been with a woman. I told her, "No, but I always wondered what it would be like." She told me that l was different from other women she had known because she felt comfortable with me, as if we had known each other for years. With that, she pulled me close and kissed me deeply. Jasmine's tongue swirled inside my mouth. It was so much more passionate than a man's kiss. But then she pushed me away and flippantly asked, "How about some sex on the beach?" I laughed know what makes you feel good, Therefore, it makes me feel good also," Jasmine gently pushed me back on the cool sand and kissed me like l had never been kissed before. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and eased her warm hand inside, cupping my breast, I thought l was going to explode. When Jasmine's finger traced my erect nipple, it felt like it was going to pop out of my bra. Then she eased off my shirt and bra. She moved ever so slowly, not missing an inch nibbling, sucking and flick-ing my nipple with her tongue. I wanted her so bad. My body and pussy was aching for her touch. Jasmine unbuttoned my shorts and teased me by grazing my hair line. I arched for her every touch as her finger lightly traced my belly button and moved down to my pubic hair. Jasmine kissed was with a woman, and she was actually making me feel like I could come in an instant, She took off my shorts and her hand caressed my inner thighs, then up to my dripping pussy. She mas- like a volcano was going to erupt inside me. Jasmine finally slid two fingers into my wet muff, but teased my hole by poking her fingers in and out-not too far, just a little bit to make me jump and moan. Her fingers then concentrated on my clit, moving it in circles to make me dance. She whispered, "You make me so horny." I was so into it I couldn't answer her. Then she whispered, "I want to taste you." She raised her fingers to her mouth and licked them with the tip of her tongue, My clit was throbbing! l pleaded, "Please Jasmine, eat my pussy please!" She smiled and moved down to my knees, licking and kissing her way up. Jasmine thrust her fingers in me and told me to taste myself. I sucked her fingers till the come was gone; l then put her fingers on my clit and moved them in circles as she moaned. She spread my pussy lips apart and blew cool air on my clit. Finally she lowered her head and my hips arched to her touch. Oh, when the tip of her tongue touched my hot, plump clit, I couldn't take it! She sucked and pulled it till l screamed with ecstasy and came and came until l didn't think I would stop. Jasmine didn't stop. She was poking in and out my hole with her tongue, she was fucking me with her tongue, so in turn l fucked her face, She played with herself while l came, and that excited me more. I said, "Let me do you." She flipped around and her wet pussy was in my face. As she lowered herself on my face, I stuck my tongue in her hole and she bucked up and down. I finally took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it like I was giving head, until I heard her yell, "I'm coming!" Jasmine shivered like she was ready to bust. Then she came like a river all over my face. She rolled off me and I held her for a moment, She looked up and said, "I think I love you." I didn't know what to say. Everything was so perfect with us. Jasmine asked, "Do you want to go back to my villa so we can finish this and start another?" Needless to say, I agreed. I had the best time that morning, watching the sunrise from her bed, I woke up in her arms every day for the rest of the week. I'm back home now, but l will be moving to Jamaica soon to be with Jasmine.

Lesbians have fun with men

Administrator — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 12:10:31 +0000

Carol and I had decided after our latest lovemaking session to visit the local pubs and try out a man, just for a change of pace. We didn't want to stay too close to home, so we headed down to Portland. There are dozens of bars and 'wild and crazy guys' in every one. Our first stop was a drug store to pick up some condoms. Naturally, I don't normally use them, except on special occasions as a cover for my dildoes, but I was astounded at the plethora of colors and shapes. We decided on some ribbed Excitas and bought three from a somewhat frumpy older lady. It was obviously distasteful for her to have to sell them. We just giggled and enjoyed her embarrassment. The first bar we entered was pathetically barren. One of the disadvantages in visiting away from home is not knowing where the 'hot' spots are. After a couple more failures, we finally found a bar we jokingly referred to as Men 'R' Us, because of the number of men, elbow to elbow. At first, we thought that we were in a gay mens' bar, but it only took about three minutes for the lines to start. Since I realized my preference for women, I have slept with three men, but they were already acquaintences, so it had been a long time since I had heard the openers men use. I had to rely on Carol to let me know which lines were original. At least there were a few gentlemen in the bar, so before we could order, we had drinks delivered from 'the guy with the lousy rug'. We spent the next hour drinking, dancing and deciding which of the hunks would take us home. We had already decided that whoever we selected, it would have to be a pair and they would have to be willing to follow us up to the mountains. We finally found a couple of roommates {Burt and Ernie, believe it or not} and gave them directions to my house. By the time we reached the house, it was nearly eleven p. m. I fixed drinks for all and Burt, a loan officer at one of the banks, produced some coke and pot. I declined because I don't like coke and am fearful of smoking in front of strangers. Neither Ernie nor Carol were as hesitant and it wasn't long until the three of them had white powder all over their faces. I had to laugh when it struck me that if the police should knock on the door, I would tell them that we had all had a powdered doughnut fit. After a little while, the drugs and alcohol took affect and the talk turned to how a couple of foxes could survive in the wilds without men. Carol and I giggled as we traded knowing glances about our customary sexual practices, but neither of us said anything. Finally, Burt suggested that should we decide to get intimate, there was no time like the present. Ernie and Carol had already decided upon the fur blankets on the living room floor, leaving Burt and I to my play room. I have never figured out why, but I can't fuck a man in my own bed. {Women, yes, but men, no.} In any case, he was impressed by the array of erotica I had set out before leaving. I carefully placed the condom on the vanity next to the bed and made sure that Burt knew that he would be using it. Oddly enough, not only did he not protest, a surprise, but he produced some Saran Wrap. I asked him what it was for and he informed me that because of the sexually transmitted diseases around, it was the only safe way to perform cunnilingus. His delicacy in speech impressed me. In a matter of seconds, we were kissing. His hands started on my back, covertly checking for the non-existant bra, and then slid down to my ass. It was nice to have someone else take the dominant role in sex and I enjoyed his gentle kisses on my neck and down to my tits. I could feel his tongue through my blouse and couldn't wait for him to undress me. After pulling of my blouse and commenting on how firm and yet tender my boobs were, he unzipped my jeans. {Flattery will get you everywhere!} He started to massage my thighs and slowly moved his fingers up to my crotch, while continuing to tongue my nipples, neck and ears. I whispered to hime that I was clean shaven, so he wouldn't be too surprised and I could tell by the increased speed of his tongue that he had no objections. As his hands hooked the sides of my underpants {French cut}, his head and tongue moved lower. Even on my back, I could smell my juices that he had started by his kissing. After removing my panties, he stood and undressed. At first I was startled by the size of his cock, but quickly realized that it wasn't much larger than my favorite toy. I reached over and started to caress his balls and prick, although it really didn't need much help in staying hard. He asked for a pillow and put it under my ass. Next Burt unfolded the plastic wrap and placed it over my pussy. After he started licking my clit, I understood the prior reluctance men had expressed about wearing condoms. It felt good enough, since I came a couple of times, but it just wasn't as thrilling as when Carol licks me. All the time he licked my cunt, he massaged my tits with his free hand. After I came for the fourth of fifth time, he slid his hand under my ass and asked if I minded some anal action. Not only didn't I object, but I told him where I keep my lubricant. His finger was gentler than his tongue, but it was certainly thicker and I squirmed after he inserted it as far as possible. He started pushing his finger in and out until I could only see a blur. I bounced on the bed as I came again and actually felt my juices sticking to the saran wrap. He moved beside me and again started kissing me on the lips. It was my turn now, and I wanted to show him my appreciation for his expert lovemaking, so I put the condom over the head of his cock and took most of it into my mouth. I kept gently stroking his balls as I moved my head up and down. I even used the 'butterfly' lick on him, which I usually reserve for my women friends. I was surprised when he began to moan and talk dirty to encourage me because most of the men I have known were silent. I put some lubricant on my finger and stopped sucking long enough to ask Burt if I could return his earlier favor. He turned slightly on his side to allow me access. I had originally intended to 'beat' him off while fingering his ass, but suddenly decided that I had other plans. I rolled him onto his side and began to massage his balls and cock from under his legs. I admit I was a little surprised at how clean his ass was and before I could stop myself started to lick it. The stiffening of his cock let me know that he was enjoying it, so I licked harder. It was hard to keep from fingering myself, but maybe later. I rolled him fully onto his back and straddled his cock. As I slid down, I couldn't help but whimper at the warmth and hardness that his cock provided. At first, I slowly slid up and down, but as he kneaded my breasts and fingered the nipples, I went faster and faster. As is customary, he came before I had hoped, but he didn't seem at all disappointed and thanked me profusely. It is kind of strange to feel the come pushing against the condom without it going further. I suggested that if he would like, we could take a little breather and go for another round. This idea made him smile and he reached for his pants and produced a mammoth joint. Since he had just finished eating my pussy with gusto and letting me fuck him, I was convinced that he wasn't a narc, so I joined him. It wasn't long before the dope took affect and my clit started tingling. We talked about some of our fantasies and other idle sex talk when he started to cry. I nearly cried myself when he told me that I had given him such as sucking and fucking, as well as the coke and pot, he wasn't sure if he could get it up again. I told him that I could certainly solve that as he had mentioned one of his fetishes being female masturbation. I went to the case and brought back my dildoes and asked him to choose the one he liked best. He selected one of the smaller vibrators and I checked the batteries. I set the fuck machine on the bed and started fingering my nipples until they were hard. As I moved one hand down to my bald pussy, I told him of the many times I had come to my room to use that particular vibrator and how many times the humming and thrusting had made me come. I guess that the drugs and his tongue had gotten me in a mood to be somewhat slutty and certainly brought out the exhibitionist in me. As I stroked my clit, I told him of how I enjoyed making myself wet and rubbing my love juice all over my tits. I inserted a finger into my twat and started fucking myself. I moved my other hand from my tits to the vibrator and switched it on. Although it never touched him, the buzzing made his dick start to stand up. When I rubbed it against my clit, I nearly came and shivered from the vibrations. When I pushed it in to the end, his cock became erect. I sat down in such a way that the pseudo-cock stayed in, buzzing away, but both of my hands were free. Unfortunately, another fuck was out of the question, because I didn't bring another rubber up with us, so I began to stroke his cock. I suggested he lift his legs for a little surprise and I grabbed one of the smaller vibrators and lubricated it. As gently as possible, I stuck it into Burt's ass and again grabbed his prick. It was difficult to concentrate with my pussy buzzing away, but I managed to switch his unit on and began to play with him in earnest. He definitely liked the feeling and began to moan again. It took a few more strokes, but just as I shuddered from another great orgasm, he shot his sperm into the air. I kept stroking him until there wasn't a drop left. After, while we lie catching our breath, we began to wonder how Carol and Ernie were doing, but didn't really care that much. After mumbling something about work in the morning, Burt got dressed. It was hard to tell him that this had been a one night stand, especially since I enjoyed it, but I wasn't ready to give up on women. He didn't seem too upset about it and I promised that should I go to the big city again, I would certainly give him a call. When we got downstairs, Ernie and Carol were dressed and doing some more coke. When Ernie saw Burt, he knew it was time to go, so he and Carol exchanged numbers {she goes to school a few miles from Portland} and they left. Carol and I went straight to the shower and cleaned up without much conversation, but promised to give each other a blow by blow in the morning. As Carol and I snuggled into my bed, I wondered if I would ever find a man as gentle as Burt again. I did know that I wouldn't look for one. In the morning, I overslept and when I awoke I found note from Carol saying that she didn't want to disturb the 'sleeping beauty'. She can be such a romantic at times. In any case, we enjoyed our night out with the boys, but decided to get together real soon and see if we were still as interested in each other as always, but that's another story.