Lesbian Erotica

Is it against any rules if we start a thread to share erotic thoughts, stories, and fantasies on here? Who will be the first to start?

 

I will....I think having a 3 some is one of my fantasies...something I haven't done yet. And let's be clear: that's 2 women - no men involved

 

I have a fantasy of being dominated by someone who would normally be considered submissive. Ie. a school teacher being dominated by her student.

 

The first time I ever saw her, she was merely a shadow. Her perfectly shaped body outlined through the glass took my breath away. For the first time in my life I was speechless. I must be dreaming. My brain scrambled for an answer. What the hell...?
I had checked into my hotel room earlier that afternoon, placing my bags in the closet so as not to clutter up the floor. Now, as I returned, there was clothing strewn across the room, and the small table below the mirror was littered with makeup, creams, and whatever else most women use to make themselves look more beautiful. I myself preferred to go au naturale... no makeup, and jeans and a tanktop were my main attire. I suppose I could have been considered cute, but never beautiful.
I must have the wrong room. That must be it. But wait, my key opened the door. This has to be my hotel room. What is going on? Then I become aware of the small, almost inaudible sounds that one can detect when another person is present. They seemed to be coming from the bathroom, where the light was on and the door stood wide open. I heard running water, and decided that whoever had taken over my hotel room mst be brushing their teeth. I went to investigate, hoping to shed some light on this puzzling situation.
As I stepped into the bathroom, I suddenly realized that the person inhabiting my room was most certainly not brushing her teeth. She was, in fact, in the process of taking a shower, and I was intruding. I knew that I should leave; I was invading her privacy. But I could not move. I stood there for a few moments, simply gazing at her naked form behind the textured glass shower door. Exquisite. I had never seen someone so beautiful, so perfectly formed.
Suddenly, the shower stopped, and she opened the shower door a crack to reach for a towel. My instincts told me to run, but I still could not move. As she took her towel from the rack beside the shower, she hesitated a moment, then peeked around the edge of the door. I cringed, waiting for the scream and panicked rush to cover herself as she noticed me. The scream never came. Very calmly she looked at me and asked quizzically, "How did you get in here?"
"I... I... You're in my room," I stammered helplessly."
"On the contrary, I believe you're in mine," she replied, still without fear or concern.
"I was here earlier and left my bags in the closet," I attempted to explain. "I just got back, and now you're in my shower!"
"I think there must be a mistake," she answered quickly. "How did you get in?"
"I used my key," I said, holding up the card. "How did you get in?"
"I used my key, of course. The hotel must have made a mistake."
"I would say so," I replied, blushing slightly, afraid she would read the desire smoldering in my eyes as she continued to stand there naked, dripping from the shower. "Well, all that we have to do is go down to the front desk and point out this mistake, and they'll give me a new room," she said logically. "Give me a few minutes to get dressed and towel off my hair."
"Yes... Of course, why didn't I think of that?" I mumbled as I turned and retreated to the bedroom. I sat down on the corner of the king sized bed that occuppied the room, taking a deep breath and trying desperately to get control of myself. This is unreal, I thought. I can't believe this is happening. Things like this just don't happen to ordinary people like me, do they?
Fifteen minutes later, she exited the bathroom fully dressed, and even more stunning. She was tall, probably close to 3 inches taller than my own 5'6" frame. Her dark hair was a cloud around her shoulders, thick and wavy, sparkling like black fire when the light touched it. Her dusky skin glowed as if kissed by the sun itself, and her eyes were a startling amethyst color. I could do nothing but stare, barely having the sense to close my mouth after it had dropped open at the sight of her.
"Well, are you ready to go see why we both have a key for the same room?" she asked.
"Yes... Yes, I suppose so," I stuttered, once more at a loss for words.
"Good."
No words were exchanged between us as we rode the elevator to the entry level and stepped off. We were both absorbed in our own thoughts as we pondered the strange situation we were entangled in.
"What do you mean you thought the room was empty?" she exclaimed incredulously, glaring at the front desk clerk.
"I'm sorry, miss, the booking agent forgot the key the reservation into the computer. The room Ms. Coronetta booked wasn't registered as occupied."
"Some service," she remarked sarcastically. "Well, I guess you'll just have to give me another room," she continued.
"I'm sorry, but all the rooms are taken. We have no more rooms to give you."
"You what??? This is outrageous! You mean to tell me..."
"I'm very sorry ma'am, but there are no more vacancies at this hotel."
"This is crazy. I don't believe it! I'll need a refund then, of course."
"Miss, we don't give refunds. I'm sorry, but it's the policy."
"Forget the fucking plicy mister, I need a room..."
"Excuse me," I interrupted. It was clear that she was not having any success in reaching an agreement with the hotel clerk, and I wanted to help this beautiful creature.
"Your hotel made the mistake, and are refusing to give her a refund. At the very least, this is highly unethical. Now you are going to either find her a room or give her a refund, do you understand?" I was startled by my own strong reaction. I don't take no for an answer, but I also don't usually step in to take over the battle of another person.
She stepped back, slightly surprised that I would be so adamant on her behalf, but she also looked slightly relieved.
"Ms. Coronetta, as I've already explained, there are no more rooms available, and I can't give either of you a refund. It's simply not possible."
"Well damn it, what the hell are we supposed to do then?" I exploded. I could tell that she was close to tears. It was late, her privacy had been disturbed, and it was unlikely she would find another hotel room at this hour in such a crowded city.
"I don't know ma'am, that's not my problem," the clerk responded curtly. I felt a soft touch on my arm and turned to find the wondrous creation staring intently at me.
"Don't worry about it," she said quitly. "I'll figure out something. It's really not worth the hassle."
"But that's not fair to you," I protested. "I can't just push you out of the room you paid for and thought was yours." It crossed my mind that though I had a business meeting early the next morning, I would sleep in the park if I had to. I couldn't let this beautiful, far more delicate creature than I alone without the accommodations she was accustomed to. A surge of protection washed over me as the words flew out of my mouth. Get a grip girl, I thought. She's not yours to protect.
"Yes you can," she replied. "Even if you don't push me out, I can leave on my own. This isn't your problem, I was the one who intruded." At those words, my mind once again conjured up the image of her body through the frosted glass, and I felt the desire stirring again. God, how I wanted her. But to her I was just another woman - someone she could trust...
"Listen, I won't hear anymore of this nonsense," I argued as we turned and moved towards the elevator. "If you're willing, I would be more than happy to share my room with you. I know it's rather unconventional, given the way we've only just met, but it would provide a solution to this predicament. Of course, if it would make you uncomfortable..." I trailed off, remembering the single king sized bed in the room. Could I control myself around this goddess?
"It's not a question of me feeling uncomfortable," she answered slowly. "The arrangement wouldn't bother me at all, but I wouldn't want to impose like that," she finished.
"It would be no imposition," I declared. "In fact, if you left, I would be forced to feel guilty, and wouldn't be able to rest anyway."
"In that case, I am extremely grateful for your kindness," she said with a sweet smile. Good God, what am I doing? I thought.
"And I am merely glad that I can be of some help to you," I replied. "Especially after the way I barged in on you in the shower." Watch yourself, I cautioned myself. This woman thinks you are just another girlfriend, someone to go shopping with. You can't let her know how you want to fuck her brains out.
Her only reply was a small smile that looked sexy, even if she wasn't intending it that way, and a sensual throaty chuckle. There is no doubt about it, this woman is oozing sexy, I thought, unable to control the path of my thoughts.

 

"Now that we've settled the problem, are you hungry? I was just getting ready to go find some food when all of this happened."
"That sounds good," she replied. "I need to go back up to the room to get my purse and things though."
"Of course."
In a matter of minutes, we were once again on the elevator, returning to the ground floor, then walking out the door of that "fine" establishment, in search of a suitable eatery.
As we walked, we talked - about nothing really, yet somehow it felt like everything. My intense attraction grew as she moved closer to let other pedestrians pass. When we settled on a small, intimate cafe, I held the door for her, gently letting my hand graze her arm as she passed through the doorway. I could hardly take my eyes off her. There was something... some charisma about her that drew me in, pulled me close, yet I tried desperately to hold myself at bay. I wanted her, but felt unworthy. Yet I was feeling somehow bold around this woman. Something about her invited such; her assured poise attracted like a moth to a flame.
The interior of the restaurant definitely had atmosphere. The lights were dim, the tables small and spaced so as to create an aura of privacy. Each table held a candlestick and two wineglasses, and as we were seated, the waiter lit the candle and poured red wine into the crystal glasses. I cleared my throat, not sure what to say, shyly averting my eyes.
What am I doing? I asked myself. I'm eating at this intimate little restaurant with a beautiful woman that I don't know, who is planning to share my hotel room and my bed this evening.
As these thoughts were swirling around in my head, she broke the silence, holding up her glass for a toast. "To you," she said softly. "To you and your sweet kindness."
"But I did nothing out of the ordinary," I protested weakly. "I simply offered to help you out when I was the cause of your distress in the first place."
"No one that I have ever known would do something like that for me," she replied slowly, in that smoky, sultry voice of hers. "You are showing me that there are still good people left in the world." She smiled, and I felt like I would slide from my chair into a pile of goo at her feet.
How can a woman do that? I wondered. Simply smile, and render everyone within range completely paralyzed.
We spent more than 3 hours over dinner, talking and laughing quietly, as if we were the only two people in the universe. No one else seemed to exist. I was mesmerized by her laugh, a silky, sensual chuckle that stopped just short of being a giggle. The way she smiled when she laughed was beautiful. Her full lips parted and stretched to show a row of sparkling white teeth, and her eyes seemed to radiate this light that made you catch your breath and wonder if you were seeing stars.
As we walked back towards our hotel through the dark streets illuminated by what seemed to be millions of streetlamps, I felt bold. I took a deep breath, then as we moved closer to dodge a trash can, I caught hold of her hand. Though I expected her to resist, she simply squeezed my hand and smiled at me. This woman is amazing, I thought to myself. Has she known all along how badly I want to make love to her? Though we didn't speak during the three-block walk, we communicated. I could feel the electricity flowing between us, through our linked fingers.
I looked over at her as I unlocked our hotel room. She smiled a lazy, sensual smile, and spoke barely above a whisper.
"I believe there's a hot tub downstairs," she said. "I was thinking of heading down there. Will you come along?"
"I'd love to," I answered. "Just give me a second to grab my suit..." She disappeared into the bathroom to change, while I slipped into my suit in the bedroom. Within minutes she opened the door and walked out, wearing a silver string bikini, which only enhanced her dark skin and hair. I had to consciously keep my mouth from falling open.
"Are you ready?" she asked innocently, as though completely unaware of how her appearance affected me.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I managed, still staring. I had never seen such an exquisitely perfect body before in my life, despite having been around the block more than once or twice in my lifetime.
The warm water and bubbling jets of the hot tub both relaxed and energized me. I sat on one side of the small circular pool, with my back braced against the wall. She was sitting directly opposite me, obviously pleased that the room was otherwise unoccupied. The water level came just to the tips of her well-rounded breasts, and the bubbling water lifted them occasionally, making it nearly impossible for me to concentrate on anything but the taut nipples underneath the thin fabric of her swimsuit. Suddenly she was no longer sitting across from me. She slid her body across the small pool and seated herself in front of me, between my knees.
"I have this terribly knotted muscle right here in my back," she said coyly, pointing to her right shoulder blade. "Would you mind working on it for a little while?"
"Of course," I replied, placing my hands on her shoulders and taking a deep breath. "Like this?" I asked after a few seconds.

 

"Mmmmmmhmmmmm," she murmured softly, leaning back against my hands and wedging herself more firmly between my legs. I felt my body react instantaneously to the pressure of her body, and she smiled slowly, tracing her hands up and down my thighs.
I continued massaging her shoulders for a few minutes more, my hands slowly moving farther down her back until my hand rested directly over the loosly tied string to her bikini top. With one pull the top fell away, and my hands took the place it had just vacated. She gasped softly and pressed back against me as my fingers lightly grazed her sensitive nipples. She turned her head sideways, and I met her there, kissing her with a fire I didn't know I contained.
Our tongues met in an instant, and she told me with her mouth just what my hands were doing to her. In return, my tongue told her what she was doing to me - what she had been doing to me all night. I could hardly breathe, and when we finally came up for air, I was gasping, as was she. She breathlessly turned and began kissing a path down my neck and chest, tasting my skin as she went. When she reached the water level, her mouth returned while her hands went lower. Her tongue and teeth nibbled at my breasts through the wet fabric of my bathing suit, as her hands rested briefly on my hips. I moaned as her left hand traced up my thigh, skimming over my throbbing pussy, then returned to caress with increasing intensity.
With one hand tangled in her wet hair, my other hand caressed her silky smooth back, then cupped her breast, fingers rolling and pinching the erect nipple until she groaned with pleasure. She traced her way back up to my mouth, her tongue swirling a path of fire as she went. Her soft, slim waist moved against me and I grabbed her hips, gently traced her belly, then dipped below the waist of her bottoms. As I did so, she quickly untied the strings to my own bikini top, kissing me with an intensity I had never felt before. Her body arched towards mine, then pulled away, teasing me until I could take no more. Finally my fingers found what they were searching for. Her pussy was dripping, and not from the hot tub. She gasped as I gently teased her clit, rubbing in a circular motion, twirling between my fingers. With each movement I slipped my fingers closer and closer to the sweet juices flowing from that marvelous pussy. Her lips were completely bare, and I loved the silky soft feel against my hand.
I gasped as she suddenly reached between my legs, gave a quick caress through the soaking fabric of my swimsuit, then pushed it aside and thrust three of her fingers deep inside me. I came instantly, flooding the water around me with my cum juices. She smiled, kissed me harder, and began to move against my hand, urging more and more. I returned the favor she had just given me, and in no time we were creating more disturbance to the water than the bubble jets on the jacuzzi, which had turned into quite a delicious addition to the fun.
Despite the late hour, we knew there was a chance we would be caught, and then we would both be out of a room for the night, and since we knew what we wanted to be doing all night, there was no way we were giving up a comfortable bed! We quickly donned the robes provided by the hotel, gathered up our discarded swim suits, and raced to the elevator. It was a long way up to the 16th floor, and I couldn't resist kissing her and reaching inside her robe as we rode up floor after floor. My hands were shaking so badly from the desire filling me that I could barely fit the key card into the door, but I finally got it open. As we flung ourselves through the doorway, the robes fell off and we embraced in a passionate kiss, hands caressing every part of each other's bodies.
We didn't even make it to the bed. I laid her out on the floor and kissed her up and down, every inch of skin covered with my lips, my tongue. She lay gasping for air as I found her soft, dripping **** and showered it in kisses, my tongue parting the lips and swirling around the clit, two fingers in her pussy, bringing her to wave after wave of ecstasy. I started gently, slow, tickling circles with my tongue, making her guess when the next touch was going to be. I intensified the pressure and speed, rhythmically pulsing against her writhing womanhood. God she was beautiful, and fuck she tasted sweet! Her pussy gripped my fingers, begging for more, and I slid two more fingers inside her. She gasped and came again and again as I fucked her with my hand. She could barely stand it and grabbed at me, pulling me up against her until I was laying on top of her, our breasts pressed against each other, nipples searing into the other's flesh. We kissed, and she began to play with my clit, gently, then with an intensity that I thought for sure would send me into orbit.
She used her height to her advantage, flipped me over, and went at me, her mouth adding to the fire growing between my legs, deep inside my pussy. The floor was soaked - between our cum and the water from the jacuzzi.... I sat up, and without breaking the contact between her mouth and my pussy, grabbed her hips and swung them around until she was dripping on my face. She moaned as I slid my fingers inside her again and flicked her clit with my tongue, the vibration from her mouth making me cum again and again, surprising her with a squirt that shot past her face and soaked the floor. She laughed, her mouth still against me, and I came again. We fucked there on the floor until we could move no more. Exhausted, we lay there for a moment, then re-hydrated with bottles of water from the mini-fridge in the room. She pulled snacks from her bag - we had worked up quite another appetite. Laying there in the bed, tangled in each other's limbs, her dark hair spread across my breasts, I thought I could stay like this forever.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up to a stream of sunlight playing across my face, and the beautiful woman from what seemed like the best dream of my life was sleeping soundly, her arms still wrapped around me in a passionate embrace, which brought my thoughts very quickly back to the night before.
She stirred slowly, smiling in her sleep, her silky tresses flowing across the pillow, spilling down onto her bare shoulders. A faint blush touched her cheeks, as though she too was dreaming of all that had transpired in the previous hours together. Her thick lashes fluttered, offering me a glimpse of those opulent amethyst eyes that acted as a hypnotist's crystal, immobilizing me yet making me do her every will. Her eyes fluttered again, this time catching a glimpse of me watching her. A slight frown creased her forehead, and then as she recalled our passionate night a slow smile stole across her lovely face, her olive complexion beginning to glow as her eyes deepened with the memory.
"Good morning," she mumbled, her smile growing wider.
"Good morning to you too," I whispered back. "By any chance, would you know how a goddess happened to find her way into my bed last night?"
"Oh, but of course. The answer is quite simple," she replied with a coquettish smile. "You invited me."
I could only smile at her response, knowing it to be true. She rolled over and trailed one silky hand down my arm, her eyes once again becoming the magnetic crystal which so easily held me captive. Fuck my business meeting, I thought vaguely as I succumbed to her powers. I was content to stay like that for the rest of my life.

June, 2000.
Inspired by a true story.

 

very nice....

 

if i drew out the time
between you and me
how much of you
would you let me see
it's just a game
of give and tease
i'm an innocent schoolgirl
with her skirt above the knees

i could certainly draw you out
from the monochrome world you're in
the best way to read a person
is from what's written on their skin
even when, at your will
i seem to bend and break
my submission dominates you
until it is equal give and take

lift my skirt a little higher
feel your hand on my skin
that's not a description, that's an order
i will not be the one giving in
even tied up and twisted
knees to the ground
when you dominate me
you're the one who is bound

i'm the 'innocent' school girl
you cannot resist
you cannot turn away
from an offer like this

under my command
your hand skims my thighs
you're my naughty teacher
beneath my skirt
is where you're fate lies

i can draw you in
with my dark and mysterious side
but what you don't see
is there's nothing to hide

i am what i am
i do what i do
and I am not responsible
for the devil in you

i will not make it easy
i will not play it safe
but if i ever fold
it will be well worth the wait

 

i got to the house around 11:15. it had been a long day. i was ready for a 1ittle relaxation, and thankfully i didnt have to get up too early the next morning. i had been planning it out the whole way home. i had to take care of the dogs first. food and medicine and treats. then i went to the bedroom. got myself settled in the bedroom. stripped off the jeans i had been wearing all day.

i decided that a late night swim might be just the thing i needed to calm my nerves and let some tension go. it's only me. so i let my hair down from the bun it was in. remove my panties. and my bra. i put on some pajama pants and go out on the patio. letting the dogs follow me. at first i sit on the edge of the pool and just sit with my feet on the first step. the dogs all come over the be near me. and i just breathe for a moment. taking in the stillness of the night.

the water is nice. splashing against my ankles. warm waves of water. the sensuality of it, made me want to work my way in. i stripped off the pants and shirt and let myself be pulled into the weightless feeling of water. letting the water caress my skin. i just stood near the edge of the pool. the dogs following me where i went. i could see the night sky above. and the nearby trees made it almost like being at my grandmother's cabin on the lake.

i had my dugout and my bat. i smoked a little. just a little. then i did a few laps across the pool. feeling the water flowing over my body as i swam down to one end and back. i smoked a little more then did some more laps. the dogs following me from one end to the other. trying to kiss my face at each end. after a while i just let myself float around the pool. feel the bouyant feeling of being in water. like weight has been lifted off of you.

you walk through the glass doors, a towel wrapped around you. you bare feet feeling the stone beneath them. finding their way to the cooling comforting water. you step into the water, and drop your towel on the side of the pool. you walk down the stairs until the water is at your waist. lapping at your hips, your curves, your bare skin. you dive in to the water, resurfacing at the other end where i am standing. still admiring the beauty of your body slicing through water.

as you surface and find your footing, raising yourself up to your full height, you grab my hips and gently pull me towards you. your lips find mine, and we exchange a long but gentle kiss. rediscovering the feeling of your lips, the taste of your mouth, the sweet flick of your tongue. gently nibbling at your lower lip. pressing harder into you. i feel your body wrapping around mine. we are half floating, half standing. you kiss my neck, my ears, my collar. with each touch a small tremble races through my body. your hands trace the lines of my body. my hips, my stomach, my shoulders, my back. you pull me closer. kiss me harder. our tongues now tangle, reaching, flicking, twisting, playing. i can feel your breathing become more rushed, matching my own.

in the weightlessness of the water it is easy for you to lift me. using your body you back me into the nearest pool wall. you begin at my neck, just behind my ear and work your way down my neck. your hands exploring, grabbing, playing. you kisses line my collar bone. your hands cup my breasts perfectly. as you kiss my mouth. hard. breathing heavy now. a low moan slips past my lips and my body heaves up towards you. playfully you tug at my nipples, enjoying the short gasps that escape each time. i wrap my legs around you and pull you closer to me. you begin to kiss my chest. holding onto my hips. licking your way down to my hard nipples. your arms wrapped around me. pulling me into you. you take my tit into your mouth swirling you tongue around the hard protrusion. my body is beginning to melt. lifting up to get closer to you. your hands on my back. you suck and lick and pull and bite. each time drawing out a slightly higher moan from between my lips.

suddenly you break off. you run your nails gently down my back then release me. you slowly turn and make your way out of the pool. your body silhoutted in the light coming through the patio doors. you grab your towel and walk inside. pausing breifly at the door indicating that i am to follow.

i float momentarily in the water, between that relaxing feeling of the evening and the intense feeling of desire. then i, too, climb out of the pool. wrap myself in my towel and follow you into the house.

i expect you to be waiting when i get to the bedroom, but you are not there. i dry off and lay down on the bed. covered in blankets and pillows. it is like a small bit of heaven on my skin. my impatience, my longing, makes the time between then and when you return seem interminible. but you do return.

you immediately climb on top of me on the bed. straddling me. you kiss me hard again. i can feel my pussy getting wet again. and i can feel yours pressed against my leg. i can feel you want me as badly as i want you. i reach up to meet your lips with mine. i want to pull you down on top of me. feel the entire length of you along the entire length of me. your skin, your lips, your hair, your body. i want it all at once. and you oblige. letting your body stretch to it's full length along mine. our legs tangled and twisted as we try to touch as much skin to skin. the electricity passing between us is incredible and our bodies begin to rock in sync. your leg pressed between mine, and mine between yours. i can feel you getting wetter. and i am sure you can feel me. i revel in the simplicity of two bodies intertwined, and how that can create such electricity, such desire.

your hands are moving all along my skin now. as you kiss me in every place you can think of. from my eyes and my face to my neck and my collar. my sides. my stomach. my chest. my breasts. your hands sliding over hips, pausing in valleys. defining the lines where hips meet waist, where leg meets body, where touch slips into ecstasy. i feel your fingers dance along my legs, the inside of my thighs, then gently brush between my legs. a smile slips across your face as you feel the smoothness along my freshly shaved pussy.

you are such a tease as you let your fingers run along my slit. my pussy aches waiting for you to slip them in.

you continue to tease, positioning your leg so that i can feel the gentle force between my legs. my hips rise up to meet you. wanting to pull in your hand. wanting satisfaction. you take my tit full into your mouth. circling my nipple with your tongue. you bring me close to the edge. until i cannot bare it anymore. until my clit is throbbing in anticipation. just when i think i can take no more teasing you flip me over

you push me up onto all fours with your knee between my legs. i feel you body behind me. i can feel your wet pussy press into my ass as you lean over and whisper in my ear. "What do you want?" you ask.

"You." is all that slips out between sharp breathes of anticipation.

I can feel your fingers sliding up and down the line of my pussy. You grab my tit in your hand and squeeze, pulling a bit at my nipple. My breathing quickens, and i feel my **** getting more wet. i need to feel you inside of me.

"What do you want?" you ask again.

"You." again, is all I can force out. my pussy aches and my clit throbs wanting you.

"What do you really want?" you ask.

I can take no more. "I want you to fuck me." i gasp as you slide two fingers into my pussy from behind.

i feel you slide them in and out. leaning back into your hand with each thrust. slowly at first. deep pentrating strokes. i am at your mercy already.

your pace quickens as my body rides your hand faster and faster. my muscles tighten as you slip in and out. you rise up on your knees above me. your are my master in that moment. my body is yours to do what you wish. i am your dirty little slut. i want you to fuck me.

and i can feel that you want me. you want to be my master in that moment. you want to fuck me. to make me cum.

i feel your nails down my back as i ride your hand, and it makes me gasp again. i cant help but vocalize my pleasure. you slap my ass hard, the run your soft hand over it. my body now writhes as you pump your fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.

you reach around and find my clit. hard and throbbing. you circle it with the tips of your fingers. i have all i can do to stay on as i ride your touch into ecstasy. as i push back you push yourself into me, and i feel your own wet pussy. i feel your desire. and it makes my body shudder.

i am beyond turning back. my body is racked with pleasure as waves of orgasm wash over me. once. twice. three times. until i am exhausted and can take no more. you fall down over me. wrap your arm around my waist and slowly slip your fingers from my quivering body. almost as one body we collapse onto the bed. breathing heavy, as hearts calm. i feel your body on top of me. your breasts pressed into my back. and your face on my shoulder.

for a moment we just lay there, breathing as one.

 

ha....wow...are these orignial writings?

 

beautiful

 

Yes...they're all on my web site that i can post cause its an outside link.

 

You can if it's relevant to the topic, and it is

You can also post it on your profile here. There is an option to put your own website address. Just so ya know sugar.

 

yeah, mine's original too. it's the story of how i met my late wife.

 

late wife?

did she die?

 

I write a lot, I need new inspiration for good erotica. i havent needed it cause ive been with a girl for a while. but shes gone for the summer, so i need to take up writing again.

i would love people to offer criticism of past attempts at writing. and what worked and what didnt.

so...if you wanna check out my writing, other erotica or just lesbian poetry you can either check it out at http://asynchronic-city.blogspot.com or if you would rather read it on myspace (i think more of the erotica is one this one right now....i am in the middle of migrating) its http://blog.myspace.com/maddyblue

 

Damn, all these stories are fantastic

 

I let myself into the apartment, believing myself to be fully expected, but the apartment seems particularly still.

after a long day, i slip off my shoes and unbutton my fitted oxford, draping it over a chair in the living room.

i soak up the feeling of being unbound. feeling the warm breeze through the window on my skin and my feet.

but something is missing.

the apartment is almost golden, as the sun is setting behind the trees. i make my way into the kitchen, and there you are. standing at the sink. silhouetted by the orange pink light streaming in through the kitchen window.

i pause in the doorway, waiting for you to turn around. drinking in the shape of you in the dimming light. but you are somehow unaware of my presence. the water flowing from the faucet must have muffled the sound of my entrance.

you are beautiful in your ignorance of my presence. not aware of me, you have all your defenses let down. i am afraid to startle you, but i am drawn to you.

though you don't turn around i can tell you know i am approaching you from behind. your back straightens slightly. your shoulders pull back a little more. and you lift your head so that it is now being lit by the last rays of the setting sun.

still you pretend to not notice, continuing to wash the dishes as if you never knew i was there.

i am behind you....i slip my arms around your waist pulling myself into you. still trying to resist, you can't help but tilt your head as my lips touch down gently on your neck just behind your right ear.

i follow the line formed by your neck as it curves down to your shoulders. gentle kisses at first, then nibbles and nips matched by the gentle flick of my tongue.

you will be mine. i pull you in tighter with a hand placed firmly on each hip. while i kiss and bite at your neck, i slide my hands up from your hips to your waist, reaching around i cup your tits in my hand. feeling your nipples hard in my hands, even through your bra.

your quick gasp for air and your slight sway back into me let's me know that you are beginning to melt.

but i want you to be like putty in my hands. i will make you mine.

i pull your bra down and wrap my hands around your breasts. as you heave, a sigh escapes your lips. i find your nipples with my fingers and roll them between my fingers. pinching and pulling as i press myself harder into you.

i feel your body overcome, and know that i want nothing more than to possess every inch of you. to make you mine for the molding.

i slide my hand down, feeling the smoothness of your stomach with the gentle touch of my finger tips. i find your jeans and undo the buttons, letting my hand slide inside and explore.

"have you been waiting long for me?" i whisper into your ear. and i slide my fingers inside your panties, between your legs.

"clearly you have not been waiting long enough." i whisper, "that pussy should be dripping for me."

you try to mutter something, but it is drowned out by your own gasps as my fingers work their way further down towards your open pussy.

"i will just have to fix the problem myself," i say, slipping one finger into slightly into your pussy and back out. slowly. methodically. in and out. feeling the juices beginning to flow inside of you.

i run my fingers up and down you slit making it slick with your own wetness.

"you will be soaked by the time i am through with you, i can guarantee you that, but you have to let me know how bad you want it."

pulling you back into me, your head falls back on my shoulder. and i bite at your neck while i circle your clit with my wet finger tips.

i know i am making you mine. you spread your legs ever so slightly to allow me full acess to your pussy.

i know what you want, but am determined to draw it out. you must learn, after all, that you only get what you ask for.

tell me what you want.

tell me what you need.

show me.

i can feel your wanting in the way you move your body. the way you rock back and forth on my finger tips. arching your back.

i want you to say it.

your breathing is heavy. i feel your hips thrusting up to meet my hand. i feel the wetness that has formed between your legs. a slick slippery path from your clit to your opening.

i know what you want, but you are too shy to ask it.

i lean into your ear and ask you, "how bad do you want it?"

your reply is barely more than a moan, but i know you are on the edge.

"your pussy is soaking," i say, "does it need to be fucked?"

you nod your head.

"i didn't hear you." i say with a smile of knowing.

"Yes." you finally force out between heaving breaths.

"yes" i echo in your ear as i let my fingers slide down into your ****. the slip in easily. you are so open and wet. they slide easily in and out.

your body begins to writhe in pleasure. you are, for all intensive purposes, mine.

i let my fingers pump in and out of your pussy. slow at first, then a little faster. i find your clit with my other hand and swirl around it with my fingers.

pulling you closer. reaching deeper inside of you. curving my fingers ever so slightly until i find that spot.

and when i do, i know it. you begin to collapse into me. your breathing heigtens, and the pitch of your moaning drops. i have hit the spot, and you are all mine.

your hips moving up and down on my fingers, my fingers pumping in and out of you. the tips rubbing against the perfect spot deep inside of you. my other hands sliding back and forth over your clit.

i begin to feel your pussy contract around my fingers. drawing them in, holding them there. tightening down to feel every movement in and out.

your body is now moving in rhythm with the contractions, while i hold on and pull you so close to me. you rock back and forth on my hand and i can feel you coming to that edge.

i can feel you like putty in my hands. your juices dripping out of your open pussy down my hand. and as i move my fingers faster and faster, i whisper in your ear, barely audible, "this is how wet your pussy should be, if you want me to fuck you."

a quick sharp gasp escapes from your lips and your backs arch, your hips press towards my hand, you can feel me deep inside of you.

your body shakes as you cum. i feel your muscles tighten around my fingers deep inside of you. like you never want to let go. orgasm rippling through all of you.

i let you fall back gently into my arms as i lower you to the ground. the last spasms escaping through your body. holding my fingers inside of you just a little longer. then slowly sliding them out.

the sun has set and a bluish light of the moon can be seen coming in through some of the windows. you lay spent in my arms. and i hold you, kissing the top of your head as you lay between my legs. breathing in the summer air, the scent of your shampoo, and the sweetness of your pussy...i am content. for i made you mine, even if for only a moment.

 

Whoa we share the same fantacy.....
i even have the school girl outfit... well something looking like that

 

yes, she passed away 6 years ago in september.