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.

Thursday

Akiss2desire on Chat Rooms, Cyber Sex, Phone Sex, and buying a Strap On for Lacy


This is probably my most personal, revealing post ever.  Letting it out here.   Think I found the right picture to illustrate though..except I am bbw and Lacy is ..well she isnt.

There is someone I met online that is captivating me in a way that I have not been captivated by an online friend in many a year.   Lacy is UBER smart ..while it is probably clear to those who read my writing often that I am far from it.  She is my needle in a haystack ...the woman I hope to meet (as in for real...not just online)  who lives 2 hours drive nearby and makes me feel comfortable enough to believe that we can take what we are doing online to the next level.   We have made love on the phone, next for us is a real meet with a comfortable bed. We are ready for stage three ...and she has gotten me to do something I thought I might never do ...which I will more fully explain at some point ..but she has gotten me to order a strap-on. Oh I know the hard core lesbians that read my blog are having a good laugh about that ..why I feel so tramatized LOL.  But, she has convinced me its what she wants and prefers when / if we make love ..and the concession I have asked of her is that we don't use it the first time we are together.  SO ...first time without, and if there is a second time, I presume I am going to be doing something I have never been sure I'd be comfortable with ..but I am a giver in bed, and her experiences have led her to believe that this is not only what SHE wants, but also, what I would want when we are together.  It's coming in the mail.  I did it.  I ordered it after agonizing over whether or not I should spend the money and which one to buy.   So be it.   (Am I a dyke now ?) So, let me give you history / background on the online experience that has come to this point.

First of all, I don't engage in cybersex but that is not to say that while we talk we are not having some sort of sex ...its just not typing what we'd do to each other.  I need to admit that I have been getting off with women and unfortunately and unintentionally men pretending to be women for what is now 16 years ...after the first cyber experiences at age 16 with first men, then women met in AOL chatrooms.   There were soooo many men who were seeking someone underage, who got the immediate boot, and the ones who didn't quite believe I was really 16 or even female, but still hung on to conversations curiously were less of a turn on as well.   I developed a rapore with a lesbian wife of a farmer, something a little too similar to what I have now become so many years later, who didn't live but an hour away from me, and who was the first to require that I call her to prove I was female.  After that, we had some extremely steamy conversations online but she said she would not actually do anything with me sexually until I was 18.   I remember trying pretty hard to pursuade her to change her mind ...it wasn't to be and we lost touch without consummating.  It has been a long time but I seem to remember at just the time she said she would give in and meet me ...she vanished.   Back then I would do the kind of cybersex that is "i do this and you do that."   At that stage in my life I was bi-curious by definition ...having not actually done the things I was typing about doing.  I am now not interested in that ...does nothing for me, I don't know why.    I do remember that at that time I would play online with men and boys and had typed out and saved my description of the perfect blowjob.   WHY did it seem like so much fun to get guys off with the same description cut and pasted again and again ...ONE time even posing as a boy and talking with another boy from a nearby high school, exposing his own bi curious side.   These were interesting experiences in primative social networking situations.   Some of this has changed, some has not as I am solicited on a day off with privacy by online friends and acquaintances on facebook,   AIM (which I am new to and learning) and yahoo, which   Yes, when I have a morning off, or a whole day with privacy and can let myself believe that I can waste time online like this, I go looking for love in the wrongest of places just HOPING to find the needle in a haystack friend or lover ...or orgasmic experience ...preferring to find someone to explore  phone intimacy with (a nice girls word for phone sex) because that at least answers the question as to whether or not it is one of the numerous men pretending to be lesbians online. Years ago when yahoo had rooms that were VERY specific, such as "bi virginia moms," (those rooms aren't around anymore) I actually found not one but two lovers that are two of the better experiences with women I have had.   I never rule out that it could happen that way again, but the bi virginia mom rooms, the lesbian phone sex rooms, and the like, are long gone. 

And so, as it goes, half of any conversation online is determining who is jerking my chain. At some point is a determination as to whether our conversation will be about past experiences, future desires, or just chit chat with an erotic bent.  I always think that when you meet someone in a lesbian chatroom, the questions of "are we horny" are pretty much already answered.  But those looking for picture exchange (only), video chatting, cybersex are dismissed, I always hope to find someone who is either nearby enough to consider really meeting, or at least interest me, and I her, enough for a connection to be established and excitement to become foreplay for the masturbatory morning that becomes a shared experience.  I always go to chatrooms first when I plan to masturbate, and if it does not work out there I move on to finding lesbian erotica or trying to find flat out lesbian pornography that seems somewhat genuine and not so fake ...a difficult task....but, always gets the juices flowing and the desired effect achieved.  (have you figured out how much I love to masturbate yet ? LOL)  

Then there is lesbian phone sex.  I wrote about it before, but its just a very intimate thing to connect across the country with someone like that.  Meet in a lesbian chatroom and everyone knows from the start that we both are horny.  Now what to do with it.  I am a noisy orgasmer when I can be...it lets me let it out.  So much more interesting to me to masturbate with emotion rather than just technique ...and the few times that I have actually made a phone connection, it has been a very erotic experience. Arriving at orgasm, hearing her arrive at orgasm that either my chat words or words from this blog have inspired.  Yes, when its over I feel a little guilty and ...where is the cuddling and afterglow ...not there at all.  But for something more than static finger it and get it done masturbation, cybersex will never do it for me because of the likelihood that it is not a woman you are really talking to.  Those questions are answered wholeheartedly on phone. 

Ok...I am getting jaded a bit after so many years and hearing so many lines and being able to predict 85 to 95% of what anyone is going to say or do or react online in chat ...so thats why Lacy is the absolute exception to everyone I ever talked with. For one thing, she is lesbian, not bisexual, and at 26, 6 years younger than me, is as plain jane as to the casual observer as they come.  I think she is absolutely beautiful, but the nerd look glasses, pictures she has sent me with no makeup and the topless pictures show her as no larger than a B cup with the longest, pinkest, most succulent nipples I ever imagined.  She has only ever been with one woman, and her 4 year relationship broke off and left her devastated.  Her sincere earnestness in our conversations has thrilled me to no end.  I haven't yet ...and may never...told her of this blog.  She uses five dollar words with ease, talks about politics and issues and relationships in a category of understanding that is so far beyond me, yet never makes me feel dumb or uneducated or anything other than the girl she has become close to. She doesn't nag me to "come out," like most other true lesbians I have chatted with, and doesn't judge my situation.  She doesn't mind that I am a "big girl."   She, I think, totally understands my need to give pleasure.  

When Lacy and I talk about sex, she shares that her former girlfriend was wonderful to her at first, but they have had so called "lesbian bed death," for the past 3 years and yet never broke  it off until she came home and caught her cheating with her best friend, a girl who she had spurned the advances of to stay true to her roomate, only to catch her roomate in bed with.  Its against the backdrop that she wont even consider a relationship with anyone, and thus, feels like I am perfect for her in that I am ill equipped for anything more than casual sex ...having said that, I am incapable of anything approaching the normal definition of casual sex, as I get my emotions fully involved with anyone I care for, and I don't think she completely understands that I secretly wish for something more with her than what she apparently sees me as.   Anyway...everyone has a way that they like to make love.  For me, I am most comfortable making out, giving oral, giving oral some more, giving alot more oral, maybe a little more oral ...and I like to come too, by tribbing and also, by a returned favor of lots of oral  combined with lots and lots of breast play.  It takes alot for me to get mentally in a place where I can lay back and be "done."  Mostly, she has to convince me that it is what SHE needs is to give me that pleasure ...and if I can mentally get there, I can finally relax and let her ravish me.  (and ravishing is good )  What else can I share.   Well, I get off having my nipples sucked and my tits massaged I think alot more than other women, (as I so enjoy doing that to them) and even though my pussy is screaming for attention from a lovers mouth, I always hate the moment when her mouth leaves my boobs to explore elsewhere ....it does beg for an eventual consummation of the lesbian threesome if one lover can just stay on my tits the whole time I am getting eaten (but thats alot to ask for I know.)  I never want deep penetration, but a little goes a long with men when fingers are joined by mouth.   Once my orgasms start to roll, I am considered multi-orgasmic, and not what they call a squirter but defintely a drencher.  Mostly, the love I love to make with a woman is more about intimacy rather than technique and urgency ...preferring to make out and feel all of the connection.  Not that I havent done a few things, but most would consider me a pretty vanilla and non-kinky lover.  Having said that, I have been fisted once and I do understand how that makes one feel which goes ALOT deeper than just the sexual release.  Was SO INTENSE, and I have to be in the right place mentally for that to ever happen again.  I was in love with the girl who did me that way, and took me there so softly, slowly and gently that we were both amazed in the experience. 

Well, back to the subject at hand, Lacy (of course that isnt her real name)  does love to make love the way I do from all she has said, but also, she won't give up the need for me to fuck her and not just with a vib or a dildo, but she insists what she wants and  needs is me to wear one  ..which she guarantees I will enjoy as much as she.  Well, frankly, it is hard for me to imagine myself with a big rubber dick hanging from my pussy.  I want to try new things and want to be open, especially after the things that Lacy has said to me.    I have never done toys with a woman in bed, and even though I fantasize about the strap on thing and always have, something about it doesn't seem quite right. ..and yet, I admit, something about it intrigues me enough to think that if I am fucking her and we are in total synch with each other emotionally as well as physically, then something about fucking a girl that way seems just right.  Maybe someone can explain to me these hesitations I feel.   I am just afraid that when its the big rubber dick in between us that I am going to lose a connection with her, but what do I have to gain ?   Maybe the more experienced with strap ons can help me.  Lacy says that it will all make sense when I fuck her.  I never had a woman so talk me into something I had been thinking I might never do.  But, its not about the orgasms I am considering this, it is because SHE WANTS this and I WANT to do it with her.  Even as I write this I am considering doing it with her the FIRST time.  Now, as I mentioned, I love grinding . Pussy to thigh, and with trust and comfort, pussy to pussy in sitting up positions and missionary as well with proper effort.   Yes, when tribbing, I have wanted to get deeper, but ..thats with me, not an extension of me.  I keep saying I can get the job done with my fingers and tongue and lips, but Lacy just have a great way of convincing me that when our breasts are bouncing together and her legs are wrapped around me that I will understand what she needs, and because she also understand what a giver I am, she realizes I think that she is tugging my heartstrings in that I always want to do whatever to get my lover off.  So ...we are planning a meeting ..and I have ordered this thing ..and I have to admit the naughty side of me that can't wait to try it on and see how it feels.  Just almost laughing at the thought of me and my strap on dick.  OH MY GAWD ...funny. 

Now ...I know that many women with LOTS more experience with toys and dildos and strap ons read this and are probably laughing and calling me naive or something. Help me understand please.  I just know what I like and prefer ..but Lacy has me convinced that this new experience is going to change me.  I haven't told her I have it, and I am sure she expects to bring hers but when we meet for that second time, if it happens, I am going to surprise her with it. My enchantment with her words and her voice has me doing things I wondered if I ever would ...now I share with you a newfound excitement to find something I am sure most lesbians take as what feels right for them.   She wants me to be her first since the painful breakup ...and I want to give to her all she needs and wants. Its the giver in me. I can't wait to know what its like, and I am tempted to do it with her the first time, but for now, am sticking to my guns and saying no toys our first time.  But I can't help but feel that there will be that moment where she needs more than I have :)I want to give her all I have because she is a very special woman. 

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For Bi Curious or Perhaps Lesbian in Heart Jill

Jill writes
Hello, I have been reading your blog recently and have been moved (sometimes quite literally). I am 24 years old and only been with guys. But ever since high school and a crush on a best friend, I know that I am a lesbian. It even feels odd, and exhilerating, to type that. I obviously am not out, at all. I don't really know what to do. I don't want to tell my friends or family until I know for certain. Meaning, that I only read about lesbian encounters on blogs like yours or by watching TV and movies with lesbian themes. I don't know how to meet people, yet alone another girl. I am somehere between cute and attractive (depending on my hair that day) and am curvy, but sliming down nicely due to my new obsession of cycling. I see girls all the time that are cute, sometimes I smile, but mostly I am very shy. I guess I am seeking advice and encouragement, so if you have any to offer, I would most definitely appreciate it. Thank you,

Jill,

When I get a letter like yours I always answer, if for no other reason than that I spent so many years wondering if anyone out there had any earthly idea what I was going through....and still feel that way.

Telling someone like me is one thing ...telling someone you have flesh and blood contact with is yet another. And while so many will say that those confessions will set you free, I know as much as anyone that the list of those who "wouldn't understand," is a long and powerful list of friends, family, co-workers and society in general, unfortunately. I think alot of it is where you live ...and alot of it is the company you keep. But having said all that, I did want to address something you note.

You said you "know" you are lesbian ..and that is something that I hope you embrace while you still can ...if you can. For me, I "knew" I was at least bisexual from the moment I understood what bisexual was. You mentioned your involvement with lesbian blogs, tv and movies. I was the same way but for me it happened at a very early age. At about the time all girls were batshit crazy about boys in 6th grade and gossiping about who got their period or pubic hair or kissed a boy, or for that matter, what boys and girls were supposed to do with each other in the dark, Those TV, Movie, Book, and pop culture references to all things lesbian stopped me in my tracks and caused me wonder. There was a fairly defining moment I guess came when I was reading ...for lack of a better term, a sex primer which was graphic in what sex was, as in completely informational, while not being pornographic. I think it was entitled Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask, and there was just a minimal amount in the book about lesbians and bisexual women....or at least not nearly enough for MY curiosity. I can remember though, right then and there, deciding, and a better term would be realizing, that I was at least that. The then frightening thought that I might be a lesbian crossed my mind, and was left undecided (as it turns out for another 16 or so years) ...but the thing I became sure of that day is that there was no way that I was only into boys. I used to babysit for a variety of parents in my early teens and when the parents would leave and I got the kids asleep, I always raided the bookshelves for the steamiest things I could find. (ever wonder why I was writing lesbian erotica from the first moment I got a computer ?) It should tell me something when I look back that soon I no longer felt a fear that I might be a lesbian, rather the new fear I found was that as I continued to have boyfriends and live a "normal" life, that I remember thinking "I don't want to be 40 years old before my first experience with a woman."

So, while day to day in the hallways and the movies and the dances I was always with a boy (lots of boys but thats another story), I remember now that my every INDIVIDUAL pursuit in private time was spent finding delight in lesbian references, erotica, and my own early age "gaydar" which involved imagining almost every woman of nearly every age, from my own friends to my moms friends, and every celebrity for certain, either as a lesbian or bisexual, or at least, as I was, curious. And then, let me at least briefly discuss masturbation. Again, I was masturbating at an earlier age than most ...with no apologies as I blogged about it here long ago, a makeout session with a pillow turned into alot of rubbing and eventually my first orgasm when I was in 5th grade. And at first, yes, I was thinking of boyfriends, but not long after that snap realization that I KNEW I was at least bisexual, in the throes of nearly daily orgasmic release, I almost never fantasized about boys or men. And yes ...when making out and making love with boys and men, the thoughts of women were always in mind. And a very stark memory was getting a hold of Penthouse magazine, with its cheezy "forum " stories and beautiful women. I remember the feelings many have of guilt and confusion, probably because the intensity of connection with the beautiful images I was looking at made me feel, somehow, "100% lesbian" in those masturbatory experiences, and I think at that point I was aware of how HUGE a change in my life being "100% lesbian" would be ..just wasn't ready to go there, ya know. But ..trust me...when I was coming over those airbrushed, large breasted, bleach blonde bimbos, I was as "100% lesbian" as can be....guilt or no guilt.

So I tell you all this to relate that while I had a "normal" life, secretly, I was waiting, hoping, and trying to create a lesbian sexual experience, which seemed harder than climbing Mount Everest. It didn't happen til I was 18 ...and I blogged about that first experience too. But the time from when I KNEW and from when I was in that "this is ACTUALLY HAPPENING" moment with my first, it was like eternity. Like it was everyday, and more correctly, every night in the dark, when I would wonder, "when, when WHen, WHEN !! is it going to happen." There were crushes I couldn't get past the fear of making the make or break move ..and total rejection and emotional devestation when I came out (and came on) to my best friend who I was SURE I was going to be making love with after I came out to her, and instead got the "Im not that way" response, and the end of a wonderful friendship. When the winds blow us together, even though its been 15 years, it's still awkward ...probably because she knows that I STILL wish she WAS that way then, and if she ever becomes that way, that I would wish she would become that way with her.

So Jill, you ask for advice and I am one voice of many perhaps that you should consult. But, mine would be to be prepared for rejection when and if you get the nerve to turn your bedroom fantasies into realities, and try not to let it devastate you. But as much as you need to steel yourself for a possible letdown, also know that you can also prepare yourself for something I am sure you already know is not even in the same universe as anything you have done with men. When you can find your way into her arms, your lips upon hers in that first kiss, and eventually making love, I assure you that while whatever emotions and intimate fulfillments you feel are of the moment and between you and your girl, the sexual and orgasmic realities will be earth shattering ..dare I say, life shattering ..at least for the part of your life that is your sexuality. I am sure it is different for everyone, but giving pleasure and feeling a womans reactions to my commitment to her pleasure and the tools of the trade so to speak of lips, tongue, fingers, hands, skin, passion, and MOST importantly, the intimate connection between two women making love, have been the most powerful and fantastic moments of my sexual life....and the thing I have grown to crave more of every minute, hour and day. I don't know how different I am, but lesbian sexual obsession ...amongst the day to day tasks of family, work and living , is a constant background noise of lesbian what ifs, how if's, and when again's that are like a constant, and acceptable companion.

While you inspired me to write about ME, I encourage YOU to find your path with no regrets. While I do think sometimes I wish I had known at an early age that I was lesbian, and not just bisexual as I believed, without the lateness of that realization, I would not have the life I have with my beautiful child. Life is more important than sex ..but don't kid yourself, sex is what we all desire constantly, and since you say you know there is a virgin lesbian inside you, I hope you find what works for you and devote some energy and as much vulnerability as you are comfortable with to find the intimate, emotional, and indeed, lesbian sexual high points of your life.

Finally, you mentioned that I was taking time to write you, a "stranger." Honey, while I write what I write on my blog because I can't imagine NOT writing what I write, for I have always written from the head, the heart, and my pussy, I have to tell you that the payment I get is having contact with someone as nice as you seem to be and hoping that by starting this blog so long ago, crossing paths with you and others like you, becomes my purpose for blogging. When you say it moved you, that moves me ....if it gets you off, so it does for me as well.

Sunday

her first kiss



"My partners' and my kiss were both our first kiss. And we waited until we had been dating for a while, then took a train trip together down to New Orleans, to make sure we would still like each other when irritated and on the road.

We kissed after a Hurricane at Pat O Brians, in a small garden just after midnight in the french quarter of New Orleans. And we have been working on our kisses ever since."

Friday

Her Hidden Lesbian Life ...a bit more in the open now with annonymity.

Another Bloggin Sister :
Another honest to the core blogger is one I have run across and seems to have just started her blog with a sincere outpouring of lesbian emotion, experience, and erotica. Her words flow and she tells several stories at once ..almost a plot surrounded by several subplots. I love the writing and the story in My Hidden Lesbian Life ( http://hotkickboxer-myhiddenlesbianlife.blogspot.com )

She's married but lesbian (gee that sounds familiar and lets me know I'm not alone) and has found an intensity in a relationship that most of us can only dream of. When text messages number a thousand in a month, there is more than a spark. I'll be following her blog for anything she ever cares to post. She told me in an email that before this blog, nobody outside of those intimately involved had ever read her writing. It is truly magical. She is another of my sisters :)

Here is an excerpt from the post called "a little background" which tells the backstory of her lesbian life and where we pick up her story.

step 5. subtitled: disaster. or, the beginning of the end. Let me back up. It didn't go straight to disaster. I had an amazing 2 month relationship with her. My husband started a 2nd shift job the day that we began our affair. That allowed us a tremendous amount of freedom to be together, whether on the phone, online, or in person. I would often go by the base that she was working at with some trumped up reason, just to see her. She was absolutely unbelievable. I couldn't get enough of her. If I wasn't interacting with her somehow, I was thinking about her. Her life was fairly full. Twin 6 year old daughters, split from her husband, split from her boyfriend, and living with her girlfriend. Yeah, I was definitely low man on the totem pole, but it was ok. She wanted what I wanted. A low-key, no strings relationship. Just for fun. Except, I got too involved. The first month, I had 1400 texts. That's not a typo. 1400 texts, and over 1000 of them were from her. She was my morning, noon, and night. I didn't mean to become so involved, but she was there, she flourished on my attention, ate it up. And I loved being able to give it to her. It made me feel good, I had hope, maybe what I wanted wasn't so far out there. I had only been able to hook up with her physically twice, with just the two of us. Once, she came to my house. She was incredibly nervous, understandably, and while we kissed, it was a bit awkward. Then there was the movie. I made up a story; she bought tickets, & her sister bailed. I'm going to go with her. We of course never made it---other than her parking at the theater and riding with me. I was so nervous! We went to a local bar & grill, and had a couple of drinks. She looked so gorgeous. Tight blue jeans, flip flops, and a white wife-beater t-shirt with a sports bra. Her hair was down, I don't think I ever saw it that way before. She made me squirm on my barstool, and I tried to touch her at every possible time. As far as everyone else knew, we were just a couple of friends out for a drink. If they had any idea of what was going through my head, they would have charged admission! We decided to leave the bar, and at that point, my heart was dropping. No opportunity for mischief? Boldly, I asked her where we could go. It was all down to this---she could very easily tell me to take her to her car. Then, we parked. Yes, like high school kids. We parked at the local big box store, which was long closed, and made out. I was definitely the aggressor, but she was more than ok with that. I lifted her chin with my index finger and stared into those beautiful blue eyes. Kissing wasn't just kissing---full exploration, mouth, face, neck, running my hands along her body, touching her everywhere. Tongues brushing, tightening circles, fingertips brushing her collarbone, up and down her arms. It was definitely full body involvement. Long, steamy kisses, sweet moans, the touch of her skin. Nibbling along her jawline, inhaling her, lips brushing her collarbone. I was honestly surprised at myself, at how aggressive I was, and how I knew what to do, where to touch her to please her, but I knew what I wanted. I brushed her right breast with my hand, and asked for permission. She could only say, "mmmm". I chuckled a little at that. Maybe she was enjoying herself as much as I was. I lifted her breast out of her t-shirt. I had all of this pent up emotion, years of frustration, and the fact that I was upside down about her. She never had a chance. I licked and gently sucked her nipple, while massaging it from below. Pulling slightly, it became hard in my mouth, and all the hot little noises that she was making had me beyond all reason. I would have fucked her, right there. In the parking lot of Big Lots, parked between two delivery trucks. I would have rocked her world, but reality intruded. Eventually, we had to stop. Ironically, her girlfriend was watching her kids while we were on our date. The "movie" could only last so long. Plus, my husband was waiting on me to call. I called him from the parking lot, with her hot and breathless beside me, and told him what a flop the movie was. All the while running my hand up & down her thigh, her abdomen, breasts, and jawline. God, I'm such a bitch. I stole a few more, less intense kisses, imagining all those to come.

Read the whole story here ...and good luck to my new blogging friend.

Wednesday

Jill goes down on Kate for the first time in high


I've got a couple of amazing and erotic bisexual / lesbian bloggers to introduce you to. I have one today and another coming later this week. I am searching for erotic honesty, and I believe I had been lucky enough to have a couple cross my path recently ..and because they are getting me off, and this blog is often about just that ...what gets me off ...I want to share this with you all.

The Jill Off is an honest account of a womans relationship with her man (Jack) and her girl (Kate). It is remarkable, not only for its eroticism, but also for its sense of humor in presentation. Jill is alot of the blogger I wish I could be and a tremendous inspiration. She writes about polyamory, ben wa balls, and longs as I did in a previous post for F2f porn that is just half believable. Jill is my kind of girl :)

In this capsule, Jill goes down on a woman for the first time: (warning..you are about to get wetter)

I climbed on top of her, knowing she would quickly take advantage of my tits being in her face. We sat, me straddling on top of her, enjoying each other’s bodies, warmth, and the proximity of our pussies, for as long as we could stand.

Encouraged by the response so far to my bold approach, I swiftly decided to stand up off Kate’s lap, then kneel down between her legs. I’d many times put my fingers inside of her, and used them to pleasure her to climax…but had yet to use my mouth on her.

And so I sat – between her legs – hesitant for the briefest of seconds.

I glanced up quickly and saw the woman that had come to mean so much to me and Jack, and the person that I had already experienced so many new things with. Without another thought I stroked my hand down the inside of each of her thighs and then softly inserted a finger inside of her.

Kate flexed and wiggled her hips in a positive response. I then spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers and gave her a lick from my finger inside to her clit my tongue trailed. Kate again made a slight thrust approval, and so I continued on my new exploration.

Outside, in the crisp fall air, I performed oral on a woman for the first time ever. I don’t know if I’m lucky that Kate is one hell of a sexual being, or if my own experience at receiving came into play, but I do know that it went fantastically.

With nearly every flit of my tongue and move of my fingers Kate tightened and heightened. As her desire grew she began grabbing at her own breasts, massaging her tits, and encouraging me with a soft, but audible, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

No longer inhibited by my lack of experience, I gave into my instincts and fucked her with my fingers and mouth as hard as I could. Within minutes she was crying out and shaking from the force of her orgasm.

Read it start to finish here

Thursday

Lesbian Encounter with Young Kate at The Wedding


Lesbian Encounter With Young Kate at The Wedding
by akiss2desire
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Now that I am in my early thirties ...I find that I am saying things I don't believe come out of my mouth. Like the phrase, "when I was your age ...." can come out before I have a chance to stop it if I am talking to someone from toddler on up to young adult. It is at those times I almost think I sound like my grandmother. But last Saturday afternoon, I started a conversation with Kate, 18 year old girl who is wonderfully beautiful both inside and out.

So, as you know, this blog is about my lesbian sexual fantasies and fantasies fulfilled. This story is about the latter......yes, YAY ME ! I got laid again! ... and my confidence in expressing my deeply in the closet lesbian sexuality is growing, perhaps, I admit, to a possibly dangerous and even self destructive level. Oh ..but when things happen, as they did with Kate ...when I am willing in the ever dampening sheets and cultivating the orgasmic bliss with my fingers and twirling tongue, it is soooo worth it.

I have to say that as I have slowly transformed. When I think back to three years ago, I was the girl who took almost no chances to further my strong lesbian desires and libido. While I knew how badly I wanted what I wanted, affecting the family so much and my status in my small town should I get caught. I chronicled the metamorphosis on this blog and I know that I am a new woman, and as it used to be when I was in my teens and early twenties and treated men as conquests, I believe I feel a bit of pride in conquest in my most recent experience ..not that it wasnt a deep and erotic and meaningful lesbian connection between us both ...or to take nothing away from it ...but ...the recent "If you want it go get it girl," attitude towards approaching, and then, fucking a woman, is getting to be a bit ...well...the word exhilarating doesn't describe the feeling strongly enough ...and thats just the description of everything BUT the sex ...almost as if the mutually multi orgasmic sex was a sideshow. Trust me...one should NEVER diminish the importance and enjoyment of multi orgasmic lesbian sex ..and especially, when it is (yet again ..I know) someones first time, as it was with Kate ...and while it was unfolding and happening, and since it happened, whatever it is about me and this blog, I could not wait to find the time to write about the experience and how it made me feel, and how it has made me feel since.

Our small talk started at the wedding about the couple and the weather and how beautiful the day had turned out for the outdoor, lakeside wedding of a cousin of mine. I had known Kate since she was 14 or so as the daughter of the woman who married my uncle ...we arent blood related, but have seen each other and gotten along in the past at family picnics and the like ...but we certainly never had an extended, private conversation, nor did I ever have designs on her as a potential lover ...but the way the day unfolded ..and perhaps helped by the wine that was flowing and the beauty of the day, gave me a window of opportunity that I don't think, in the past, I would have attempted to go through. But given that I sem to have developed a taste for younger women in the past year or so, and just the fortunate series of events, Kate and I started the day barely knowing each other ...and ended the night wiping tears of post orgasmic joy from each others eyes.

She is a full six inches shorter than me, and though she doesnt have the the large breasts I carry from the extra weight and from childbirth, they were definitely in the buxom catagory, and while Kate carried a few extra pounds as did I, her smile would light up a room, and her dark eyes and jet black hair and her lip piercing gave her a sub goth quality that appealed to me alot on this Saturday afternoon ...and I couldnt deny I wanted her from the start. Not a chance of getting her I would have thought, if I had thought to consider it, but I had no idea how the gods of fate would shine so favorably on my lesbian desires that day.

It was her teal dress that sooo complimented her fantastic shoulder length straight hair that was cut low enough, like many of the dresses women were wearing to the event, that tended to spill out the boobage when you leaned over, and when she leaned over standing over me, here came the boobage almost out, and as if I was a guy (talking to me giving off a vibe maybe?) she covered herself politely ...but my eyes were riveted and I instinctively said "You don;t have to do that." Maybe a bit too enthusiastically. "It's just us girls....and you've got alot to show off there ...and trust me, even if I was a guy, you "

It was just Kate and I talking there and she sat down with me with her drink, and we were talking about the guys she had been hanging out with and when a "whoop," came from across the room, I asked her why she was so annoyed. She had PLENTY to say on the subject.

"Oh ..just my brother and his college friends over there calling the brides mom, and also Mrs. Dulaney, and for that matter, anything with cleavage a MILF ....like the frickin invented the term. They must have said the word MILF ten times when I was over there (she rolled her eyes) and then giggling about it like they're 12 or something....or like they'd have a chance of getting some."

I confessed to her "Well , speaking as a MOM ..and a mom who got out my best push up bra and painted my nails bright red for the first time in more than a month and spending $112 for a dress I might wear maybe twice or three times at most ...I'd wouldn't be insulted at all to be called a MILF today by them or anyone else for that matter."

"Well I wasn't going to say anything ...but yes ...you're push up bra and $112 dress was worth it cause they ....they ...(she was holding back) ..lets just say they like you."

"Really ...I'm flattered...tell me what they said."

"....oh just that.... ...just nothing."

"Not nothing ...Kate ...tell me NOW ....( laughed) ...tell me now or I will...oh I don't know ..I can't tell your mom that you're underage drinking like it's telling on you, because I don't think she gives a shit."

"I'm not sure about that ..don't tell her."

"I wont ...but tell me what the boys said about me ....please... pleeeeaaaaassse." I pursuaded. "C'mon ..I'd tell you everything..>EVERTHING."

She lowered her voice to just above a whisper," ok...but you made me ...don't forget that if it pisses you off. They said ...ummmm...they said you have the best blowjob lips they've ever seen."

"Thats what you wouldn't tell me?" I answered a bit perplexed.

"well ...yeah...thats ..thats what they were saying....bunch of morons."

"They don't filter anything around you I guess ...do they always say shit like that ?

"They're drunk !"

"And you arent ?" I said.

"Yeah it's not like you're gonna screw him or ...or do that...or anything ....or WOULD YOU ?" she teased with a sense of humor that was also feigning innocence, which it was becoming ever more apparent, she was far from.

I bit down on my lips and thought about how to say it without saying it, and came up with "Kate ...I wouldn't rule out someone because of age ...I mean ...as long as we're talking 18 or above."

She gave me a fake but fun look of shock, "But Brenda ...you're MARRIED last I checked."

"Yeah...maybe a wedding reception isn't the place to talk about how wonderful that is," I said very sarcastically.

"....ooh ..I'm sorry," she said sympathetically, and I snapped with a smile " Don't be," and shrugged my shoulders at her.

We were at a lull in the conversation, with me thinking how amazed the chemistry was between Kate and I, and her, seemingly searching for the right way to say something she was ready to ask me.

"ok ok...alright ..so if you were salaciously chasing one of those guys the ...ummm...you know..."

"you don;t like to say the world blowjob ?" I teased.

" ok ok ..BLOWJOB for goodness sakes...are you happy ? ...if you were going to do it ...which one of them would you choose."

I took a deep breath and realized that I was realllly about say something that would be taking a pretty big chance at a family function, the ONE place I would think I absolutely would need to keep my lesbian life an absolute secret. But I am getting to a few more of those "what the hell" moments in my life ..and astoundingly, they seem to be working out. I just felt like I could trust her in that moment.

"Kate ..while I am completely flattered that those guys are picturing me that way...and dammit, I love to give head but...I didn't bring my kneepads today," I joked and she laughed, "...if I was looking for any of these younguns to go down on from here today ...trust me ..it wouldn't be any one of them."

"Ok ..well who?"

"I don;t know ....if you told anyone I'd probably have to kill you," I joked.

"I won't tell anyone," she smiled, as if to remind me that a minute earlier I had told her I would indeed, tell her anything, and now was being called on that.

"Well lets see ...that one has the best hair, and the DJ is obnoxious, but he's cute ...but ...its not anyone of them." She waited for my answer as I hesitated ...."but if I were to admit to you who I most wanted to go down on in this room ..I think you might be surprised.

"yeeeaas ?"

"You're 18 now aren't you ?"

"Oh."

"I didn't mean to shock you...I'm not trying to seduce you....just being honest...you;re the most attractive girl here to me."

"It doesn't bother me..."

"Well I was hoping not ..I just figured you can take it as a compliment ....its about your beautiful hair and eyes ...and if we hadn't been getting along so well, I'd have never told you ...and I trust you not to tell anyone I'm lesbian."

"You mean bisexual don't you?"

"It is pretty complicated..."

After some fidgeting by both of us ...she told me, "I wont tell anyone I promise....and its cool..you're the coolest ..most fun woman in this room...no matter what."

"You mean the most fun MILF with blowjob lips in the room don't you?" I flirted

"I was going to say with the $112 dollar dress and the pushup bra, but if you want to BJ lips to be your compliment so be it," she quipped, without missing a beat ..and the chemistry and back and forth flow continued. Wow it was exciting to talk with her, to admire her beauty, to feel the energy between us ...I really felt something and just hoped that she did too.

"You know when I was your age," I stated ..and there it was ..the statement that makes me like a grandma ...."I was trying to figure out the whole question of my sexuality....it was pretty hard but we don't need to talk about that...it would take all night....and ." I would have about told her everything in the world if she would have listened to me, but at just that moment we were joined by a family member and were relagated to small talk again in a small group, and then when the DJ started playing a slow song, she went to dance with one of the ones who thought so highly of my pouty lips earlier.

I watched them dance while making small talk with another reception guest, trying to figure out if she was betraying me by gossiping my secret ...but not seeing any reaction that would warrant that belief, I just stayed in shock in self disbelief that I had just actualy come OUT to a young woman who knew half the people I knew in the crowd. I was simultaneously petrifed that I had done irreversable damage to my life, and exhilerated that I had taken a chance and flirted with someone I could easily imagine responding to my every flick of my tongue and curl of my fingertip. I was bothered that we didn't get to finish our conversation..that it had gone from an intimate one on one conversation that was admittidely getting a bit personal considering the circumstances, but then again, alcohol will do that ....but we just never got to a conclusion ..and there was the possibility that the conversation was going to just stay hanging there forever if we never found ourselves alone again ...not just for that afternoon at the reception...but I was picturing ..forever. However, I reasoned ..that I had more or less put it out there that I was interested in her...and if there was mutual interest, I told myself, she would find her way to me, somehow and some way. It reminded me of the love notes of high school ..sending them and nervously waiting for the answer. I figured that there were about three possibilities...Either she'd reject me, she'd leave it as it was...just a casual , albeit, revealing conversation, or, in the best of all worlds, she would want to continue what we started.

When the slow dance ended, she glanced at me and smiled, and went about socializing with others on the other side of the ballroom. I was thankful for the eye contact and the smile and felt like it wasnt a rejection at that point, because I wasn't alone anyway. The best indication of how she felt about what I'd said and what we'd talked about came in the next half hour, when I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, and she damn well noticed ..and kept noticing, and by the very nature of her continuing to check me out checking her out, told me that I was on her mind. Wonderful.

Then the dj played an oldie ...and the whole crowd did a "Love Train" dance around the room ....She was right behind me as my caboose, and we looked at each other laughing, half drunk, joking "I hate these stupid things," ..."yeah everyone does," ..."then why is everyone doing it?" ...."cause we are all idiots." we laughed over the music. Yep, I thought to myself ...I think she likes me. ..she isn't afraid of what I said...maybe I have a chance. Hell, when there was a chance to make physical contact ..she SOUGHT ME OUT, and even, it seemed, and I hoped, TIMED her way to join me in that dance ....I was starting to really feel a rush of possibility.

I tried to socialize and mingle as I would anyway for the next hour as the reception died down, attempting to act as though she wasn't the ONLY thing on my mind ..but it was damn near close to that ...and all I wanted was at least ONE intimate moment with her ..just her and I ...before she left ...to wrap up loose ends. I would ordinarily not be the last one at an event like this, but I would have been the last one out the door if it meant getting just a smidge of face time with her and her georgeous smile.

I was almost stalking her and that paid off when she went to the bathroom...I coudlnt get to the ladies room fast enough. When I got there , like winning the jackpot, we were by ourselves and her face lit up when I came in. "I was hoping you'd follow me here." We made some small talk about the DJ and the funny moment when the bride was trying to dance and kept tripping over her dress ..a real youtube moment, and then I started to quickly talk in case our privacy was interrupted.

"You know...there was something really important I wanted to say out there and then everyone came up and I couldn't,"

"and what was that ?"

I was searching for the right thing to say ..and as I did that I was disarmed at the look she was giving me ..a combination of curiosity and shyness and I even sensed, submission.
And her gaze just lingered over me to make me feel like I could say anything. "I wasnt making a lesbian pass at you ...you know that don't you?"
And she understood and reiterated again how much fun I was to talk to and then she made my day ...my year...hell, for sexual purposes as far as one night stands go, she made my life.

"Bren ...I was thinking about asking you if you had somewhere we could go....be alone ...ummm...like...do you wanna go make out somewhere?"

For the next several minutes, my mind swimming, we were able to work out that she had not been with a girl before, that she had "always thought about it but it never came up until today," and that we both seemed to have the rest of the evening free of any responsibilities. How perfect. "So when you say make out ..do you mean ...I dont mean to be too forward but ...do you mean go somewhere and make out in the car ..or you want me to get a room and see what happens ?"

"I'm ready for that,"

"Ready for the room or the car?"

She laughed coyly and came up with "How about lets go in your CAR and you can take me wherever you want."

We kept the small talk, gathered what we had to and said goodbye to a few stragglers and I told her a parking lot to meet me at. She pulled up next to me and got in the car and in the car, we were silent for a minute before I said, "thank you for making my day...i cant believe how this is happening.

"Purreettty fast, " she said..

"Probably too fast," I replied and reached out to hold her hand. I scooted over and got to a facing her position leaning over preparing as both of us clearly knew with the gloves offf at this time, to consumate this heat with a first kiss. I knew how meaningful a first lesbian kiss is ..I wanted to know her feelings through it ..and wanted to gauge how much farther it should go. A soft sweet, slooooow moving in before a gentle brush of the lips quickly turned into , completely initiated by her, a wide open mouth, tongue tangling, wet and juicy heads gyrating, second by second intensifying passionate confirmation. I was trying to keep it soft and ladylike but she was kissing me hard ...and I mean, not ungentle, but with SEXUAL urgency. We made out in the parking lot for few minutes, but when a car came whizzing by I looked in her eyes and she said , "you wanna go get that room now?"

I couldn't drive fast enough, nor make the arrangements quickly enough as she waited in the car. I was counting my blessings so much. It was a park at the door cheapie ...and when we got out of the car, we clapsed hands naturally on the way to the hotel room door. There was sooooooooo much heat between us. How wonderful it felt to know I was going to be in her in moments.

If I had a plan formulating, which I was learning, being with Kate meant not having a plan, I was probably going to slowly, seductively undress her, but when we got to the room, she walked over to a chair, put her purse down and slipped off her shoes and went right for her dress and it over her head . Ok ...if thats the way she feels, I follow suit and in the matter of one minute we were naked before each other. I mean,...yea, I was hot for her too and I like a little more sensuality to start...in fact, I never went into something just stripping and going to it, but this was how she was doing it and frankly, didn't ask me ...and as excited as I was, I was willing to do this any way at all she wanted. I barely had time to admire her body, the sight of which gave me a head to toe zing ..that soooo sexual zing that in this case was combined with a tone of self doubting fear that my body 14 years her senior might scare her away, but sooner than I could think about that she dove onto the bed and got under the covers and said "I'm cold ...hurry up." I remembered diving into bed with a guy or two and using the same line, and yep ..I'd even done the strip and get in bed back at about when I was her age (there's that phrase again) and I had to laugh. Sure, it wasn't according to whatever script my mind had concocted, but clearly, the girl of my current dreams, and if i could crassly say, easily the most prominent sexual conquest I had ever imagined, beautiful as she was and a bit naive, was in bed ...in bed waiting for ME. Im thinking, like, just WHO is it rushing this along ...shouldn't it be me, the experienced one, the seducer, and not her? But as it is in sexual situations ...just go with it and see what happens next . And at this point, I felt, what's next could be anything.

I also have to reflect one more thought about that quick strip and dive in the bed. I am not a psychologist, but I could feel a bit of discomfort from her. I didn't feel it was dread or regret, and i may never know exactly what it was. But, it was a definite emotion in the room and I have thought alot that the " quick strip and dive into bed" was a reaction to her emotions and fears as much as anything. Sort of a "Let's do this before I back out," feeling.

Having said all that, I was oh so eager to join her, and I slipped into the bed , facing her on my side, her on her back, looking into her eyes in the soft light. My gawd she was so incredibly beautiful in so many ways. I just began by touching her and allowed her to just lay there and be touched. I just stroked her body and looked her in the eyes, and she into mine ..tracing circles all up and down her side, her hair, stroking her shoulders and massaging around her back before I touched anything..whispering compliments and gauging her reactions and asking obvious "does that feel good," questions as a usual thing in these moments. It's always sensual and erotic to just look, admire,and whisper and stroke while restraining from going from the warm zones of the neck and shoulders and everything BUT her boobs and pussy. I readjusted in the bed and got into position to kiss her luscious lips. Went in very very very slowly ...centimeter by centimeter ..eyes open and hers too. Her lips parted to greet me and opened widely to accept me. My tongue plunged into her and the time to avoid her most erogenous zones had past as I reached up to palm, and then gently fingertip pinch her already stiffened nipple. Deeper kisses and deeper still ....more agressive my right hand upon her left and then right breast ...gripping and closing my nails around the aerola...she continued to lay there with very little reciprocation...which was ok ...allowing her arm to clutch my shoulders in the deepest of kisses, and helping my hair out of the way from between our lips when it interfered. Rising my leg over her thigh I pushed down into her there to let her feel how wet I was getting ...but at some point I just needed to be touched and broke the most mind blowing of passionate kisses by reaching up to lift and caress my own right breast ...lifting it and groping before pinching the nipple ..my head thrown back in a soft moan of delight, and hoping her hand would replace mine.

You know something that just makes me wild with desire. I know its so filled with false vanity ...but I admit it. When a woman ...and they all do ...compliments , comments, or otherwise verbally adores my boobs ..and does so in a sexually excited, breathy, tone. The words are not usually a whole lot. "I love these," or " these are wonderful," or what Kate said was " I've been wanting to suck your tits all day!" Well...thats direct ..but its the WAY she said it ..like she was famished .

When I kissed her deeply, the release was held back and I could feel her emotions bubbling to the surface. "I never felt like this," she told me and I told her, "Because with women, its about alot more than sex." I scootd upward to offer her my right breast....basically putting it over ..hanging it over really ..her lips...she took it in first with a gentle kiss, and then began to suck me there in a way that I truly never wanted to end. I reached down with the hand that wasnt supporting my weight to caress her breast and knead her there, and then caressed her cheek and neck while she hungrily enjoyed my thick brown nipples. I remembered the absolute full body thrill when I first licked and sucked on a womans breast, and felt a true kinship with her, knowing how nice the experience is. It only reminded me how much i wanted to suck hers too and was able to turn myself around while she squeezed my boob and kissed it, sucking it still, so that I could have her breasts available to my mouth as well. Gawd, is there anything more erotic than simultaneous breast sucking ...I love it so much.

Her breasts were so perfectly soft and supple and her pink nipples felt delightful in my mouth. I spent my usual lenghty time there while she groped for my large breasts, stroked my hair, and cooed ...I entered her with a finger and felt the warmest, wettest woman I ever knew in this way ...I know I have said that before, so I almost didn't write that ..but what is true is true. My, it is so true. How incredibly soaking wet it was and to touch her and feel that was so much the hugest reward that I can describe.

I lifted my head from sucking her tit to tell her what was next. "I simply cannot wait to go down on you."

"mmmmmmmm"

I amplified the love making as usual with tender kissing upon her neck and earlobe, Usually, a kind of trademark of my lovemaking is that when I get down between her legs to do the thing she and I KNOW that I am about to do, I spend a long time teasing and admiring if there is enough light ...licking her thighs and kissing and stroking ..only grazing across her vagina with my tongue. Sure, my fingers are already involved and givng pleasure, but I am gently penetrating her and rotating my finger and adding my thumb while licking and kissing her thigh. This teasing was driving her crazier than other lovers I had done it to and even though she was getting wetter against my palm, I sensed she just needed me to get there with my mouth ...so the long teasing foreplay I like would have to wait for another time. Sometimes, a woman just NEEDS it...and that was the case this time. But oh, the anticipation is one of the best things isn't it.

I started by sucking on her vaginal lips and sucking her in all over her vulva, making my mouth as wide open as I could, and allowing my tongue to flick her soft wetness, enter her crevice, and go anywhere at first BUT her clit. Then, flattening my tongue, a long lick from the bottom of her slit towards her clit and engulfed it with my lips, lickded with my warm wet tongue, and sucked it into my mouth to MY earnest gratification, and the hope that it was at least half as wonderful to her as it was to me to finally be there with my mouth and tongue and to now begin to coax her orgasm, or orgasms.

She was writhing and moaning ...usual reactions but as with all women, each is different, and with her the characteristic that was most different was how she took the pleasure with an arch of her back, while most other women have thrusted and rocked their hips with me and against me, her back arched and her pussy didn't give me that "fucking my mouth" thing that is involutary with most and more prominent wiht some and at some times. The writhing was more in her back then her hips, and so it was like I could feel it shaking from the tension building. Her muscles were tight ..thighs, toes outstretched. I could feel sooooo much tension with her..but its hard to write this in words and aptly describe that it wasn't a good thing ...My lips weren't uninvited, and my tongues ever jab was many times welcomed by another wonderful shreik of bliss. BUT .. It was like I felt a fear ...and what I think is that it was a fear that she could feel her life changing with the love we were making.

No stopping me and the love I make with my mouth. This is, after all, MY THING. Muffled I am saying "never gonna stop baby....I love this so much." Her cries of excstacy had a deeply emotional aspect to them ...like something was coming to the surface, but hadn't quite, or couldn't quite get there. I don't mean that orgasmically ..for certainly, the only thing that was between her and her orgasm was me flipping the trigger to release it. But, I was feeling that she would soon relax and give in, but I honestly had never felt the vibes coming from a woman that almost felt like it was sooooo good but that she either couldn't believe it, or was still resistant to it.

To get her to relax, I stopped licking her and reached under her butt and just pulled her into my face and hugged her around her hips and waist with my hair and cheeks buried into her bush. I squeezed her tightly and reassuringly, and in letting go, massaged her buttocks and lower back as I reached under her and just let her relax...hugged her so tight. When I pulled her once again into my mouth, I hummed on it. Nice sensation, and breaks the seriousness ...I heard her giggle so I hummed louder and said, "any requests?" "What ?" "Any songs you want me to hum down here ?" ...She laughed hard enough to soften the arch of her back and when I dove back in, it was with gusto and a more furious licking and knew it would only be moments before she let go the first time. I love ...LOVE these reactions to the first orgasm with any woman ...I create her pleasure and am rewarded with the knowing of something I had wondered since making love with her had become a possibliity. Just what excactly is it like when you come.

For her, it was a string of "oh fuck"'s starting softly and increasing in volume and intensity. Right before she came, the "oh fuck"'s were interrupted by a demand of "don't you dare stop that ..fuck" and then when she let go, the arch of the back snapped her hips forward, strongly, almost violently into my face and mouth, and the quaking and shaking and pleasureful cries of her release combined to stimulate every sense of my being and gratification. I had been working her with two fingers the whole time and no womans pussy I have made come contracted more tightly around my fingers at the moment ...and stayed gripped ..and it seemed like the biggest orgasm I had ever created for a lover ...as her high pitched "ahh ahh ahhs" rolled into much lower toned "ohhhhhhs," as her orgasm ..which I will say seemed to have more of a sustained characteristic, rather than the often felt pulses ...and finally ....my tongue slowing down to a slow wet warm gentle suck of her clit and lips...and the death of that tension in her thighs, butt, and hips fell around me and felt like a warm hug.

I sucked her off again...I never stop and never want to stop and women who get in a bed with me just need to let that be what we do. I want to suck it til I can't form words with my mouth anymore, cause what does that matter. She was so wet and my finger , once against her anus pushed gently, and she accepted, so inside I went and this brought us to yet another level . Her body told me all it needed to know ....

Eventually she flipped me on my back and playfully overpowered me ..telling me "don't move...just LAY there." And before her lips actually kissed my pussy, she whispered, I think more to herself than to me, "I'm really gonna do this." She was wonderful with her mouth, and she even hummed into me in reciprocation while we both laughed. "that feels so good," I said, and she replied, "I know," and she did. She didn't just copy what I had just done to her ...something I had felt with other first timers. She did alot of pointed tongue fucking of my hole ..which was wonderful and most pleasurable, as I usually dont go ga ga for penetration. But tongue would go in as deep as she could make it and her lips would brush my clit and it felt so good ..and I took a mental note .."she wants you to do this to her more." Everyone is different. She inserted into my anus a wet finger and as if she had done it her whole life, pulled my lips upward and outward, found an up and down rythm and when I was about to come, her tongue tiring, she encircled my clit with her lips and I sooooooo violently erupted that I was afraid I scared her. Oh, and I forgot to mention...while I was approacing orgasm, with own, what I believe are silly sounds ...and I don't use words much if at all while being gone down on, as my orgasm built and obviously built, she was moaning and shreiking while doing nothing more than I presume humping the mattress. You'd have thought we were both coming . It was one of my favorite things that ever happened in bed with a woman.

As we cuddled , at first she couldnt make eye contact ...ahh the guilt I sense ...but when she began looking me in the eye between soft kisses, her eyes were so lit up and filled with love. "I'm so overwhelmed," she admitted. "Me too," I replied.

With an eye on the clock as our time winded down, I again went down on her, as is my delight with all the lovers I have been with, built her to a 2nd, 3rd and 4th climax, each time with different ways of the fingers, lips and tongue, and with her fingers deep inside me, I soaked the bed in another heaving , deep inside me (I love the deepies, and with me they are pretty rare). The end of the night cuddling and kissing was amazingly mature, and when I asked her if she wanted to talk about it, all she would do is moan an exhausted moan.
The best moment of the whole experience came at the very end. Parting was excruciating. The last thing she said, was "promise me this isn't the only time we are going to be together." It was the exact question I was about to ask her. I kissed her deeply ...and I await what is coming soon for me and Kate.

Sunday

A Sharing of Lindsey's First Poetic Lesbian Experience


Sharing a couple of emails and comments. First of all Lindsey M sent this poetic blogpost of her first lesbian experience. I am inspired especially at the part where they fight to take their time, fighting all instinct...BEEN THERE !

We laid in bed at first
Holding each others naked bodies
Keeping our hands clear of the areas that turned us on the most
We both wanted this to last
Soft gentle kisses at first
My hand made the first move
My fingers caressing her breast
Making her nipple hard
I couldn’t take it any longer
My tongue was soon circling her nipple
Faster and sloppier with every moan she made
My hand continued down her body
While the other one was still gripping her breast
Still making her moan with each flick of my tongue against her nipple
As soon as I felt her, I let out a sigh
The amount of wetness she possessed always amazed me
I was careful
Making sure not to go in, not yet
I wanted her to beg
I felt her hand grab onto my hair
As if she was pleading for me to go in
I waited, until she pulled harder
I went in fast and with ease
Wetness saturated my fingers
I could feel it stream down my hand
My tongue slowly made its way down to her clit
She pulled my hair harder
My fingers still going in and out
As my tongue and finger played with her swollen clit
I could hear her moans get louder
Her hips began to thrust with anticipation
Finally, she let out a loud pleasuring moan
As we laid there naked, sweaty, and out of breath
I love you’s were whispered
And endless kisses were exchanged.

Lindseys blog is found here http://lm1103.wordpress.com/

Secondly ...came this post in response to something I wrote ...fills me up with confidence and desire for even more support from you who read this blog. I LOVE your feedback.
This was in response to the post "So In It Together" (check the best of titles on the right side of the page)
This is totally beautiful. So much passion, it makes me ache - both for my girl and for everyone who has not yet experienced this kind of intensity.But mostly just for my girl.
and there is this which fills my head up !
Wow, what beautiful writing. ". . .she spilled warmly into my massaging palm. . ." Just incredible. It's obvious you have a rich and satisfying connection with the thought of lesbian love. I urge you to continue to write and share these thoughts with those of us who can appreciate them.


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