Who Am I ? akiss2desire is a Bible Belt Blogging Bi Big Beautiful Babe who has been sharing her writing, mostly 1st person lesbian erotica, short stories, poetry, and lesbian pop culture realizations from both the experience and fantasy perspectives to an ever growing audience. I recently passed a million page views ! Thanks for the nominations for the Lezzie awards honoring best lesbian erotica on the web.

Those who have come here regularly know that I have taken a bit of a hiatus from posting and publishing, but my past work is still here and if you are new here there is much to be consumed. I am working on several stories right now and writing from the same mix of experience and fantasy that readers have told me they loved.

Those stories will be the foundation of my upcoming compilation book. Today, you get to read for free. Welcome, and I hope you stay awhile.

Tuesday

Sorry ..I know ...I usually write about erotic things ..would it help if I told you that I'd love to "do" Melissa Etheridge.

I am truly amazed by Melissa Etheridge and her words that I am reprinting below. I am glad that as a girl she idolized Bruce Springsteen, practiced her guitar, paid her dues and found stardom with some very catchy songs and then superstardom when she wrote hookier songs that got more radio airplay. I am glad that she found love. I have no doubt that the passion she has for her fans onstage and the passion with which she writes about what she believes in is passion multiplied to infinity for her family.

She gets it.

Period.

(And yeah ...I'd rock her world)


The following copied from Huffington Post from Melissa Etheridge

This is a message for my brothers and sisters who have fought so long and so hard for gay rights and liberty. We have spent a long time climbing up this mountain, looking at the impossible, changing a thousand year-old paradigm. We have asked for the right to love the human of our choice, and to be protected equally under the laws of this great country. The road at times has been so bloody, and so horrible, and so disheartening. From being blamed for 9/11 and Katrina, to hateful crimes committed against us, we are battle weary. We watched as our nation took a step in the right direction, against all odds and elected Barack Obama as our next leader. Then we were jerked back into the last century as we watched our rights taken away by prop 8 in California. Still sore and angry we felt another slap in the face as the man we helped get elected seemingly invited a gay-hater to address the world at his inauguration.

I hadn't heard of Pastor Rick Warren before all of this. When I heard the news, in its neat little sound bite form that we are so accustomed to, it painted the picture for me. This Pastor Rick must surely be one hate spouting, money grabbing, bad hair televangelist like all the others. He probably has his own gay little secret bathroom stall somewhere, you know. One more hater working up his congregation to hate the gays, comparing us to pedophiles and those who commit incest, blah blah blah. Same 'ole thing. Would I be boycotting the inauguration? Would we be marching again?

Well, I have to tell you my friends, the universe has a sense of humor and indeed works in mysterious ways. As I was winding down the promotion for my Christmas album I had one more stop last night. I'd agreed to play a song I'd written with my friend Salman Ahmed, a Sufi Muslim from Pakistan. The song is called "Ring The Bells," and it's a call for peace and unity in our world. We were going to perform our song for the Muslim Public Affairs Council, a group of Muslim Americans that tries to raise awareness in this country, and the world, about the majority of good, loving, Muslims. I was honored, considering some in the Muslim religion consider singing to be against God, while other Muslim countries have harsh penalties, even death for homosexuals. I felt it was a very brave gesture for them to make. I received a call the day before to inform me of the keynote speaker that night... Pastor Rick Warren. I was stunned. My fight or flight instinct took over, should I cancel? Then a calm voice inside me said, "Are you really about peace or not?"

I told my manager to reach out to Pastor Warren and say "In the spirit of unity I would like to talk to him." They gave him my phone number. On the day of the conference I received a call from Pastor Rick, and before I could say anything, he told me what a fan he was. He had most of my albums from the very first one. What? This didn't sound like a gay hater, much less a preacher. He explained in very thoughtful words that as a Christian he believed in equal rights for everyone. He believed every loving relationship should have equal protection. He struggled with proposition 8 because he didn't want to see marriage redefined as anything other than between a man and a woman. He said he regretted his choice of words in his video message to his congregation about proposition 8 when he mentioned pedophiles and those who commit incest. He said that in no way, is that how he thought about gays. He invited me to his church, I invited him to my home to meet my wife and kids. He told me of his wife's struggle with breast cancer just a year before mine.

When we met later that night, he entered the room with open arms and an open heart. We agreed to build bridges to the future.

Brothers and sisters the choice is ours now. We have the world's attention. We have the capability to create change, awesome change in this world, but before we change minds we must change hearts. Sure, there are plenty of hateful people who will always hold on to their bigotry like a child to a blanket. But there are also good people out there, Christian and otherwise that are beginning to listen. They don't hate us, they fear change. Maybe in our anger, as we consider marches and boycotts, perhaps we can consider stretching out our hands. Maybe instead of marching on his church, we can show up en mass and volunteer for one of the many organizations affiliated with his church that work for HIV/AIDS causes all around the world.

Maybe if they get to know us, they wont fear us.

I know, call me a dreamer, but I feel a new era is upon us.

I will be attending the inauguration with my family, and with hope in my heart. I know we are headed in the direction of marriage equality and equal protection for all families.

Happy Holidays my friends and a Happy New Year to you.

Peace on earth, goodwill toward all men and women... and everyone in-between.

Melissa Etheridge

Saturday

Need some lesbian warmth in the cold of winter


A flood of warmth raced through my body
and my soul
The tingles shot past my stiffening nipples
down to my ever dampening pussy
which she grinded into with her thigh
as her lips gently sucked on my neck
her tongue tenderly adding to the thrill

More tingles down the neck
surrender me to your desire
come live inside my soul with me

Monday

The Lesbian Kisses of Jennifer Anniston -Celebrity Lesbian Crush Of The Week.

Celebrity Lesbian Crush Of The Week - Jennifer Anniston

Winona Ryder, Lisa Kudrow, Courtney Cox ..and a pretty hot girl in the movie Rockstar. Thats the list of the women that I know and have seen with my own eyes that Jennifer Anniston has kissed. In my humble opinion, the one in the forgettable movie Rockstar was the hottest on screen lesbian kiss for me, and with all the fuss over the Friends kiss with Winona Ryder, the one seconds later with Lisa Kudrow was a bit more erotic. ...ok ..being honest about it, it seems Jennifer Anniston is not a lesbian, these in and of themselves don't make me wet, but it gets the mind going thinking about the "what if's" of making love with Jen. I chose her as the lesbian kiss crush of the week when I saw the tremendous, tasteful, nude photographs of her published this week. She is sooo beautiful ...and no doubt a huge crush. Brad never made her come like I would. :)
five lesbian images of our favorite friend ..with benefits :)






Previous Celebrity Lesbian Crush's from this blog
Gwenyth Paltrow
jane krakowski
Drew Barrymore
hayden panettiere
Eva Longoria, Lohan, Jodie Foster and Grays Anatomy and others
Hillary Clinton

Friday

Lesbian Crescendo after Crescendo and New Ways for


Lesbian Crescendo after Crescendo and New Ways for Us
by akiss2desire

At first she joined me on the couch looking so incredible in sheer black ...she added the black hose for me because we aren't going anywhere ...she knows how delicious she looks to me...I always compliment her on her choice of clothes and lingerie, so she always likes to surprise me in that way, and tonight was no exception. We always try to outdo each other in a sort of "queen of cleavage" battle, but tonight her ample breasts, which she has found incredible ways to accentuate in our times before, has never been more perfectly displayed by the sexy gown cut roundly to grab the eyes attention leaving just the right amount of her chest to the imagination. ...the silver beaded necklace dripping down to lay against her creamy skin.

After small talk and looking into each others eyes and admiring her feminine form, we began our kissing facing one another on that couch ...her tiny pecks against my cheek and then my lips giving way to a kiss of her our true devotion ...the kind that makes the mind swirl and fantastic colors to appear against your closed eyelids. The kind of kiss that shoots across every nerve ending and especially down to further provoke an already aroused groin.

We switched so that then she laid against me on the couch. She was spread out and splayed out as I sat upright ...her nightgown silky against my black lace ...both fresh from the shower with the tv on and ignored flickering before us. We are quietly and lazily stroking one another and saying almost nothing, almost as if we are saving our strength for the lively awakening we will soon enjoy because our stiffened nipples and dampening and ever more throbbing center of our desires are clamoring for eventual rapture.

But in this slow motion, soft light 1st chapter of our night together, its nice to have her laying against me like this...her arms against my thighs ...her back leaning back upon my breasts...her head gently thrown back and inviting me to caress her gently. My right arm around her shoulder rests against her breast and I feel it give ...its weight and its texture and softness command me to begin to knead and squeeze and lift...my eyes admiring her body from that breast and downward goes my gaze.

My left hand gives a fingertip tickle stroke upon her stomach and side ....her reaction tells me I could do this all night...but with each stroke up and down and side my hand seems to travel a bit lower towards the dark haired bush exposed to me and its treasure below.

Our sensous caresses have lead to this moment when my hand takes the plunge and my fingers enter her saturated lips and brush her button to feel her hips lunge for more. As if she has been holding her breath tight, she lets out a long exhaling pant mixed with a whine for more ...and now.

"Can we go to bed now?" I suggest in a deeper and hungrier, almost stunned voice ...and she squeezes the top of my hand and pushes it deeper into her ....then as I release from her down there, she holds my hand and effortlessly rises from the couch to lead me to the bedroom.

At the foot of the bed, we embrace and with her arms around my neck and mine around her waist, she begins to tug at my silk and whispers "I like it when I can feel all of your skin," and so we begin to tug at each others fabric until we are nude, and facing one another with guilty, enthralled smiles.

Before another kiss we hold each other and enjoy that skin to skin warmth ...I look down and admire the sight of our breasts together ....her C cups which still have their youthful lift and my heavier and venerable boobs. I admire the vision of the contrast of her dark and defined areola against my light pink and more bumpy and wider circle that fades into my white skin.

When she lowers her head, I have an idea what is coming, but the anticipation still slows down time.

She wonderfully sucks on my nipple and twirls her tongue...i love this thing she does when she goes beneath my breast and sucks where the breast meets the rib i guess you could call it ...tremendous combination of tickle and shooting straight to my pussy sensation...with her warm cheek lifting my breast while her tongue does its magic. Oh how nobody has come close to exciting me so much in that way. Encircling my right nipple with her lips she increases suction to a maximum, mixture of pleasure and slight but forgivable pain that weakens my knees and for a second I feel like neither one of us will be successful in holding me up ...

She pulls me down on her bed and our passionate kisses get deeper as our legs entwine ...my wetness evident on her and I feel more of hers ...and there is a pinnacle of extreme pleasure ...when we find the magic place where my thigh meets her pussy just right and her thigh meets me just right and its sooo good for both that we can see it in each others rolling back eyes.

We are not doing this slow anymore ...and its not quiet anymore either.

We both love this position ..soooo works for what we both like...it's nice when her nipple is in my mouth and I'm riding her thigh.
I can kiss her full mouth and tongue this way.
or offer her my breast to her lips.
I knew it was good...just HOW good when she reached down to carefully pull her lips upward and apart to enhance her pleasure while I rode her with increasing fervency.
The mutual pumping, grinding, undulating gets faster and more furious and while your cries of "so good," get muffled into my shoulder, I cant believe how hard your orgasm is.
I think you cant believe it either.

Our bodies calming from the crescendo ...your fingertips stroking my shoulder and back..the look on her face is so serious now....but different that she has lost the nervousness..accepting our togetherness. I like how comfortable we are getting with all this.

"I need a drink," she says, and I reply with "I need to pee," something that is standard when I come close but dont have an orgasm, and we both kiss and remove ourselves from the bed and as I return from the bathroom, I climb in next to her and get under the covers and put my head upon her shoulder and we find a few minutes of blissful, naked, fairly non sexual time together ...but we are far from done tonight, so as her hand reclaims my left breast I go directly back into a needy state ...and we lay and make out with wonderful open mouth kisses and lots of smooshed skin together.

We got into a position I had seen but never experienced with a woman. She went towards the bottom of the bed with a sly smile and I could see, she had a plan. "Turn around," she commands and then puppets me into an all fours submission. She comes up behind me and finds me wet underneath ....then reaches around for my breasts ..and after a couple of wonderful gropes there, she pulls me upward and against her with both of us kneeling. Here i was on my knees in front of her, going iwth the program she was creating...I was getting to where I just needed to come and needed her to take me there, and was starting to get amazed that as much as we both love (love being not a strong enough word) to give oral sex to each other, that tonight we were doing seemingly anything but licking each other ..though I knew we'd conjure that delight before nights end.

She melded her skin against me til you couldn't put a dime between us. I felt her bush against my butt, and her so soft and warm breasts against my back ..reaching around to finger me ...grinding against my backside ...her hands caressing my breasts ...her mouth against my neck....i was in ecstasy and I looked down at my nipples and could visually see what I felt...my nipples had never seemed harder...protruding erotically out so far...it was a curious sight..like I didnt know my nipples could get like that...or at least i had never looked at them in this state of arousal.

She aggressively gently crushed, squashed, pulled on and clutched my tits from behind. Moments that were rather ungentle there ..but giving me what i need with my nipples now being tugged at and ...now with both of her hands so intent on this concentration up top, down below i replace her absent fingers with mine own.

Now we are just losing control in this passion...she is bouncing against me with her thighs ..rubbing my boobs ..im soon fingering myself with wild abandon and and trying desperately to crane my neck to steal a kiss or lick from her tongue, and with my legs while kneeling and masturbating, trying to find the right position cause I so want to come ..and wonder if she will come against me like this...doubting but hoping.

"Cmon and let it go" she urges in her whisper while I finger furiously...her hands on my boobs and against my sides and on my back and neck...but MOSTLy on my boobs, are oh so expert...palms against me, and fingertips against my nipple before their gentle pinch again.

She strokes my hair with one hand...nibbles my earlobe...sucks the nape of my neck and then the back of my shoulder much much harder and i feel the most humongous orgasmic wave come over my body ...as it shudders and my thighs quake, (I have never come while kneeling) my palm feels a warm gush trickles down my thigh.
She is saying "thats it baby, thats it." As I come, I am making noises that I've never made, and I even think those out of control yelps and squeals make me sound stupid...but I couldn't stop those noises right now if I wanted.

As my orgasm dissipates I am joining her hands in squeezing my boob while my finger lets it go.

Then, surprisingly, but naturally, we shift and SHE gets on all fours to invite me to lick her from behind...and I'm hungry for that, and positioning to do taste her. But as I approach, I see her anus ...which...I touch with my finger...its wet from her juices trickling...she positions herself lower to help me get there...

I realize her anus is very clean...i wouldn't dream of kissing it really...I can't believe I am considering it ..but there it is ..and I am so close .....it just doesn't appear ugly to me...beautiful in fact. I think that this is soooo not me, but, she has gotten alot of the "not me" moments of my life in our lovemaking sessions. I reason that it might change things, but I just cant seem to help it ....and get right up to it and breath hard on it ..letting her know how close to it I am ..giving her a chance to stop me ...maybe I WANT her to stop me ..I cannot believe I am about to do this...but I do...kind of mostly with my nose...but ...my lips are there soon too....and I am going to stop when I realize I have sure started something I probably can't stop now. My kiss there becomes a bit more passionate than even I can believe in this instance when she makes a noise like I could never describe, but communicated pure and absolute exstacyy. ..like maybe i just did the greatest thing to her...
look..i am not into butt sex.....louder in my mind ...i dont do this kind of thing...but ...i DO love the way it makes HER feel...it neever tasted or smelled like anything but clean...so just a little more before i replace my tongue with an entering index finger into her there ...she loves it...while i scrunch under her to suck and lick and devour her with my lips and open mouth ..my tongue flicking and swirling and feeling her dripping flush. Scintillating arousal for both of us... I am in no hurry and want it to last forever, but she just explodes without warning...starts coming like I should have known ...like I can ALWAYS feel it about to explode with her, but this time, it was like POW. Faster I lick to catch up to her and help her know the strongest release. She cant help that her legs spread wider and thus, her vagina is lower towards the bed but i follow and never lose contact while my tongue laps a gentle force against her lips and clit.

I come out from under her, but she stays on all fours, still panting ....I come up behind her in a rear entry position as she did me, and reach around and massage her breasts, and she raises up and now I am behind her as she was behind me earlier...Pure deja vu but in revers....and we just fall into about the same way of lovemaking as we did before, except with roles exactly reversed. I rub her breast and push mine into her soft warm back, loving the way this feels and remembering moments ago when she was doing the same thing to me. First I finger her and then she fingers herself to yet another orgasm just as I did to myself earlier....and I ride behind her with her into her blissful release ...how wonderful that we shared this pretty much exact same way now reciprocated. It felt totally natural, and was completely unplanned, but beautiful that way.

After she let go, coming hard yet again... I just held her up and caressed her and we kissed softly winding down before falling onto the bed together to just hold each other first gently and then so tight. It was like when I looked in her eyes she couldnt believe our mutual intensity ..and i know she probably saw the same in my eyes, for it had never felt stronger. Silent but fulfilled. I was thinking as we held and stroked each others entire bodies that probably orgasms and intensity has probably been matched in my life ...but ...the togetherness ...the bubble we were in...the bliss...was unmatched. Caressing her hair, seeing the soft serious look in here eyes turn into a smile, a deep breath , and she shifted position ...and as exhausted as I was, I realized that if she was ready for more, then I could be motivated to the same....our lips met and we again began to make love.

Wednesday

Monday

Always In This Kiss


Keep me warm when its cold
cover me and share your skin

look in my eyes and know me for the first time
like you've known me forever

or for so long
but never like this

always in this kiss

does this moment live forever in my soul
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There's an aching to the core of me
like waiting on the shore
knowing not just any wave
but that wave is the one ive been waiting for
and as it approaches
anticipation and more anticipation and so much that it somehow becomes a mixture of joy combined with disbelief
that this good thing can happen to me

after the revelation of truth to the core
a truth that can never be turned back on
the image inside for so long
THE MOMENT
a promise ABOUT to be fullfilled
ultimate anticipation
all that is unknown changes now
fear melts into faith
this moment before the first taste and the knowing of your response to my fingers, mouth, lips, tongue and the warm grace of your appreciation in your breath, your movement, your whispers, moans and encourgement
and knowing that your gift to me is the knowledge of the pleasure I give to you
your wetness creates a cascade of mine
your welcoming eyes and head thrown back and you are so so open and available to the pleasure I create...as we create together
I carefully knead the fullness of your breast....you clutch and grope for mine as your passion builds

.......a moment

a moment before IT happens the first time with us
the million thoughts and images and feelings and desires that race through the mind at this one moment...of dreams, desires, history and hope

does this moment live forever in my soul

and how will i save to memory each brush of her lips
each tickle, each touch
each tender kiss and tremble
each tingle and tummy flip
how i know the frozen image of the look she gives me just then
will stay with me
will stay with her
forever

Best Of AKD --My first time




I posted my first time story about a year ago ..and I believe I am going to be sharing a longer excerpt with LezGetReal.com .

My "first time" story took a very long time to write. I couldnt seem to get out every emotional feeling and relationship detail. I wanted it to be RIGHT ..so it was a bit of a draining experience. Now, a year removed, I (blush) will tell you I am proud of what I wrote. If you haven't read it, I would love your feedback.

Excerpt from "The Moment Of Lesbian Inevitability First Realized" My First Time Story"
link below Of that first sexual encounter with her I will say that I had probably made love to her, oh maybe a conservatively estimated one million times in my minds fantasy ...so as it unfolded...the surprise was that there were so many surprises. And, as someone who had experienced a great deal of sex with guys before that day, you can say all you want that there can't be comparisons ...but ...I let myself go there enough to realize that the biggest difference in making love with a woman was that there were soooooo many surprises.

I have read other women always talk about how soft the kiss, the skin, the feeling of long silky hair or the texture of nails dragged across sensitive skin as all being so alarmingly DIFFERENT in a first time experience ..and yes, those were all present. But also ... how god forsaken wonderful it was to have her soft tongue deep inside my mouth and how incredibly stimulating it was to enter her mouth with my tongue the same and have her suck on it so softly. How differently she held me than I had ever been held and how RIGHT that felt in those moments with her arms around my neck and her gentle falling into me as opposed to the "getting on top of me" I had known before.

How good her lips felt upon my neck ...her teeth gently scraping to my sensations delight. So many surprisingly "better than you ever dreamed" moments.
As I first felt her nipple stiffen to welcome my fingertips touch ...a moment I certainly had dreamed of nearly nightly since I was 12, the accompanying seething sensual intake of her breath, high pitched "ah" and the shudder of her body all in that split second of her pleasure resonated in my heart, raised goosebumps upon my body, and solidified the deepest root of my sexuality, that I sooooo get off on getting my lover off, and thus, her nipple stiffening to my touch in combination with everything else wonderfully overloaded my every sense and froze me. But yet again...the surprise as that same nipple stiffened and puckered now to its maximum attention as it slipped across my lips and against my waiting tongue. The "even more?" exhilaration sent another lustful jolt through me ... ..and I remember the surprise of the "no duh" moment of my belaboring the question of how I would position myself to lick her thigh .....and oh how delectable that was ...even though it was by that moment torturous to be so close to where I wanted my lips, mouth and tongue to begin the devouring I had waited so very long for....but how time and time again in this encounter, time itself sometimes became the largest dilemma of all ..time in HOW MUCH TIME to spend in these deep french kisses when I could feel her hips rocking and I knew how badly her pussy wanted attention. ...prolonging the moment when I would pay respects to where she would know my strongest desire while an imaginary time clock measured every act of giving pleasure.

I gently sucked upon the right side of her neck and rolled my tongue into her shoulder blade while my fingertips gently raked down her back. And when my hands lifted her breast and then another ...feeling that soft weight, the supple give of the skin and tissue and the knowing that we both were trembling together in a moment ...not just a moment...a momentous day of mutual desire...and the loudest quiet ever known. TIME was ever ticking on the "how longs" of our act ...when gently sucking her nipples became an engulfing inhaling and squeezing which caused her hips to writhe beneath me...HOW MUCH TIME before I have to leave this wonderful feeling we both are sharing because there is more and more important work (work???? PLEASURE !) to be done elsewhere ?" Those questions of time have never been more prevalent in between the sheets as they were that day with her.

the complete (very long) story can be found by clicking here

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