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.


Great Lesbian Drama - Bloomington

If you liked Loving Annabelle, you will LOVE "Bloomington".   My review is on my Just Us GRRRLS blog.  Give it some love and then watch the movie on Netflix.



Don't Be Afraid ... I'm Just Your Friendly Neighborhood Lesbian Seductress

Well, after a very long drought I have someone to cuddle with.///No thats just a different way of saying I found someone to fuck..who loves to fuck me...who I can see fucking for a long time.    She doesn't know about this blog.  She is so wonderfully beautiful and fun.  She is a bit  (decade) younger than me but we have chemistry.  As I have noted on a blog post here from long ago, I am gravitating towards being some kind of lesbian seductress.  I wrote Sonia an erotic email about our first time.  It was very personal but as I was writing of it I was thinking of this blog and how I haven't posted erotica in some time.  I hadn't had the inspiration ...until Sonia.  I can't put my letter  word for word in here, in fact some of it was apologies for the way I blindsided her with my lesbian seduction.  But what I did was take the letter and expand it and added some of the dialogue.  

 I might not keep this post on here for long ..but would love to know what you think of my new lady and the love we made.  Constructive criticism on my writing is always appreciated at 


And now we have made love ...and isn't it burned in your mind how it was ...every taste and smell and touch...our first kiss and our last thunderous orgasm.  Now our lives are changed.  It was good, no doubt, but it was also love.  And it was also really...really...REALLY good sex LOL.   Too bad we don't have a video of it ?   Well let us relive it this way so maybe you know how it was from my minds eye. I SO want to know how you feel...let me share with you how it was for me.

I had considered thoughtfully and agonized over the possibilities of acting upon my desire to make love with you, overcoming my fear of rejection, and aware of the gravity of the changes one way or another that will occur when I close in on what is hard to deny is my selfish desire to bed you and exploit the trust we have built in every other way besides sex to begin a mutually satisfying experience.   I knew for days before, and all day Saturday obsessed every moment of   our night that as much as a lifetime of experiences that ould begin for us tonight.  If you reject me, I calculate, we can perhaps salvage the friendship without too much awkwardness ...but that's not a certainty.  But my mind is made up and I reason that its going to happen ..it HAS to happen.  I've wanted you for so long.

I am playing a small game of Russian roulette with our platonic relationship as you have no idea I am going for it...attempting to seduce you.... irregardless of your lack of any lesbian experience and that we haven't really flirted yet. Long talks at lawn parties and boogieing on a dance floor after 5 Margartas doesn't a sexual relationship make.    But tonight I sit on this couch waiting for your knock on the door, knowing that the bedroom is just a few steps away, and tonight I want the sheets of that bed to be soaked with a new chapter of this longing I have had for you that could never go away without me showing you how I feel.

Although I have no way of knowing if you suspected at all that I am a lesbian so attracted to you that its become an obsession, I wonder if you realize what a load of pure  BS it is when I invited you over to cook only items that caught our eye on Pinterest .  Yes, it will be fun to hang out in the kitchen and show our creative side and dream of being TV show cooks, but when tonight is done, you will realize that the colorful fruit kabobs, the artichoke penne, and the glitter cupcakes that will be leftover for our families after this night together is done ...those things are but a mere ruse to get you close to me in range for flirtation and expression of infatuation at the appropriate time.  Now those foods in the kitchen may be part of my great diversion, but the multiple glasses of yellow tail that I won't quit refilling ought to be my dead giveaway.   As if answering the door in a low cut white shimmer baby doll dress with an off the shoulder ruffle that further accentuated my tits, prompting you to ask "did I get the memo...are we going to a club?" when I opened the door for you.   I got a shiver when I saw you checking me out with dropped jaw ...what a compliment.   And you darling.  You turned my eyes in your cool new totally hip (you are so much younger than me) purple glasses, your enticingly blown out brown hair over your shoulders,  and your white and pink slit sleeve maxi with your hoop earings that you always make look great, and glossy lips as voluptuous as your dismantlingly wide valley of your cleavage. I do love the way your lips look, and now I love the way they taste.  And, Oh yes...to say I have been attracted to you sexually for a long time before acting upon the urge is one thing, but also understand that your perky grapefruit size boobs and the clothes you wear to show them off have been making me wet since I met you ...since I began to like your personality as well as your beauty ...as long as I have masturbated thinking about a night like Saturday night coming to reality. 

We cook  for more than an hour til it bores me, drink not only the refreshing Yellowtail, but also a couple of shots of my concoction of orange pineapple juice mixed with cranberry and Smirnoff (the second one VERY strong for both of us)  til we become stumbly, and sit down at the table to savor each bite of deliciousness we have created.

But at that table in the soft light under the dining room chandelier,  my eyes begin to express my true hunger to devour you. I am 100 miles ahead of you sexually on this night...you don't have an idea what's coming.  And, yes, wrestling with second thoughts because I know it might screw up the best girl friendship I have.  But I am throbbing ...not just at my pussy but pulsating all over, and agonizing over the truth that I don't really have a plan other than I really want to make a pass at you and see if you will let me fuck you.  I consider saying just that ...but I can't get the words out and just hope you notice me staring at your boobs and hoping maybe something will click.  Will I kiss you, grab you, tell you ...at this point I don't know.

Thank you helping me...prayers answered !  "I can tell there is something on your mind ..what is is?" ...and I don't refute the accusation other than to say "We might talk about it later." Quizzically you raise your eyebrow and I look downward, "Oh nothing bad...only good...maybe really good but that depends on (I was going to say you but chickened out) alot of things." Maybe you started to know something then.    Our eyes meet during small talk at the small eat in kitchen table, and a  few times and I wonder if you are getting the less subtle every second message I am sending you.

To the couch we go with a fresh pour in our glasses in hand to plop down and engage in good ol fashioned girl talk..or whatever.   I feel like I have an evil plan in place because I know I am about to make my move somehow.  This can't go on without me at least trying to tell you how I feel.   So, I fake interest in office gossip from your work, share each others health scares, hide my anxiousness to touch you...kiss you..make love to you.

 As our night unfolds I am anxious to get started ...less time in the living room means more time on the bed.   I realize I want to see you react and respond to my overtures to you ...when you've been wondering what I'm doing touching your thigh or twirling my hair as we talked and you are too polite to ask what I might be up to ...or too willing to go along as long as its my idea and not yours.  I think that you are at that moment when you start to ask yourself am I coming on to you, and also ask yourself what your reaction would be if indeed I am.

Oh so typical...I drink and slither closer to you.  My hand goes once again to your thigh and I am becoming obvious.  "What are you doing?" I pull back my hand, for now, "ohhh im just tipsy."   But...Oh, to see the look in your eyes when you realize I'm not just being playful ...I'm not into the giggling girls rhetoric...tonight I want to fuck you. 

You were finishing the story about your college professors crush on you, and talking as if nothing is happening but I feel the heat building..and you feel the heat... between us and a closeness developing ...the sexual tension becoming a true character in our story, and though at some point I realize I could kiss you to gauge your reaction, my history is that I seduce in a more cerebral way.

So if you are thinking I am starting to Lez it up at you, I understand the response of talking about sex with a guy.  Seems a natural defense mechanism. You get me laughing about the boyfriend of yours wish you could have back because his dick was so small he made up for it with copious cunnilingus, and I absolutely think its no coincidence that our conversation is about the inadqcuacies of some men and the satisfaction of a good licking.   I love laughing with you and start to believe in myself ..in my seduction...and dream of clutching you.  I know we are almost here, like the familiar sign on the highway that your hometown is 5 miles down the road after you've been driving a LONG time.  But maybe a better explanation is the feeling you get when the roller coaster is done climbing up before that first downward drop of exhilaration. You prod me to tell the story of the lover I wish I could have back for just a night, and I say "oh mine is about alot of oral sex as well,' and prepare to drop the bomb.  Kind of sadly I am about to tell you ...surprise you...about her.  Yes I will always love her.  "Terry and I were together for less than 10 times, but each time we grew a little, went a little farther, enjoyed even more when we swore the last time was the best time ever...we kept getting to higher levels of the best ever....and ummm...well anyway, SHE still emails me to tell her nobody will ever be as good as me to her in bed."

And....that was me telling you I  am gay.

After a pause and a shift from me on the couch to face you and grasp your thigh to reassure you,  And Sonia, I needed you to be cool at least even if you did reject me,which I thought was very possible, and you sighed and said "is everyone bisexual these days ?"   "I certainly don't think so ...or I might have had a few more girlfriends over the years."
"It's just that ...I just went through this with someone a couple of months ago....do I give off a vibe or something ?" 

"You were with a girl?"

"It wasn't  like that...I didn't ...I wouldn't (that has me concerned for a second)...I wouldn't but she wanted me to join her husband and her...thats not for me...I just wonder if I'm giving off the gay vibe.....I mean...Im flattered....ummm...I'd say I am curious?"

"No ...you are just beautiful, sexy, and have a great personality....you know how I feel about you...I haven't been able to think about anything else but ...ummm...THIS moment for a long time.....what happened a couple of months ago?" 

"Were you with a girl?" again I asked.

You explained, "I'm just talking and hanging out at my house and Victoria ...you don't know her ...comes over  crying and upset and I'm just telling her its ok and the next thing she is climbing on top of me and trying to shove her (you stopped mid sentence before saying something you might not have wanted to)...I mean gosh, out of nowhere."   "Did anything happen?"  "No I kinda...I kinda pushed her off of me ..I was startled ...I didn't know what to do ...and really haven't seen her since ...very awkward,"  ....

Wondering if I should take offense "well I don't mean to be like..."  

"NO ...no....no this is different....alot different."

"You mean tonight is different...or I am different ..or what?"

"I don't know what I am saying," was your glorious attempt to backpedal before you admit that you want me too.

"Maybe its just the wine or thats an excuse...but I've been wishing you might come on to me tonight for about the last half hour or so."

"I think I've been .....you know...for about half an hour ...or maybe since you walked through the door,"

I laugh sincerely and inquire, " so what have I got Victoria hasn't got?"

With a naughty smile, "great tits."

I squeeze them to be funny.  "Dont go anywhere ....Im going to the bathroom," and on the way I am gliding.  Seduction COMPLETE!, questions answered ...you haven't done it before, but you've thought about it, now you want to and best yet, you want to do it with ME and not someone else you could have with.  YOU LIKE ME :) And I just need to BREATHE.

And in the mirror I freshen up and can't wipe the giddy smile off my face in the mirror.  I almost skip back to the living room, telling myself to calm down and enjoy every moment to come.

"You didn't run out screaming?" and you laugh.  And I sit and we look at each other and we just  are melting in the atmosphere.

And then we have our kiss.  Shaking and trembling you accept me turned towards you with my hand upon your shoulder...then around your neck....our introduction to each others mouths.  My tongue says "Hello there," and you greet me with yours.  Sliding into your mouth past the softest lips, the heat of our passion sparks into the fire of our love.

I love the moment when the kisses I am giving you become the kisses you are giving me, that after the recoil after another recoil, no words are needed and trust with us will get us through.  You show me your nerves...don't worry baby...I can break through it with the closeness or our skin and our souls. 
...when your tongue answers mine and a reality sets in for us both that its going to happen ...that something is ..and you don't know at all, and perhaps I know almost as little about the details ..but something big is going to happen.  Wonder if you realize how into you I am and how my pleasure consists of your pleasure and reaction.

I enjoy the point where each one of your giggles and attempt to  deflect subsides a little more each time just as the rain tapers off little by little

And as you let me lead you to the bed, where I turn on an overhead light just long enough to find a lighter to light two Yankee candles (Apple Pumpkin and Autumn Wreath), and what had started with resistance I find now amusing as you are helping me get in bed and on top of you (am I just like her ?) ...pulling me onto you and into you...pulling me IN to you... for another deep kiss.
I crave the look in your eyes when I top you and thrust my thigh into you ...a first soft moan and quick inhale of oxygen with your mouth agape.

The soft, new feel of the softness and wonderful size of your boobs when I gently massage them and cup them, lifting them to your clear to me delight. I LOVE that thrilled to the core of my being moment when I get to gaze in amazement at the vision of your breasts revealed when I pull down your bra  when we remove your top.  I know that as our eyes meet again you see a new look of hunger come upon me and my appreciation for your sexiness and the obviousness of my continuially building arousal is transparent.  

And your arousal I've been working is becoming electric, shooting sparks when your arm goes around my neck and pulls me closer, and you get into my hair and look at me with a combination of trust and begging.

When you UNDERSTAND what I need without me telling you, and submit to me by laying back against the pillow and gently caress my back with your fingertips while I kiss and suck your chest, your neck, your shoulder, and arrive to swallow as much of your breast and nipple as possible before my teeth ripen the sensation to cause your body to convulse at the sharp tingle.

I cherish the sound of your voice as I'd never heard it before gasping "Oh God Brenda," as my tongue goes to work to tend to your nipples need and my hands administer to that soft and sensitive, pliable skin, clutching your breasts with my fingertips while my palms balance and hug their weight.  "I have no idea what I'm doing...what's going on." you say as a statement, not a question. "Just keep letting me (kiss) ...you're letting me (kiss) ....don't step letting me (swallowing of your nipple in total commitment of your pleasure and feeling your response of complete permission ..as well as expectations every growing and every exceeded.  "don't stop letting me love you baby." 

The more I feel your pleasure building and your face glowing and beaming at me shyly but undeniably immersed, the more I am gratified by the falling falling falling feeling I think we both share.

My tongue on your tits and above to the  neck and back down again, with no rushing,  revealing that I have a clear agenda to collect your gasps, soft moans, and squirms as affirmation of our bodies in agreement, where we cycle a kiss, a connection, a gift of response, and back around we go to every nerve ending that returns a command to me to keep going.

While my triangle fills with blood to swell and throb and wetness oozes, it is your pussy that becomes the elephant in the room, where I knowingly brush it, cup you, or pry your legs apart with mine in all this, but never do my hands declare that the focus has shifted to it, though we both know that your pussy has the need for me, which only increases my need to go there and show my love with my lips, tongue, fingers and desire.   It builds to where I await a demand from you, which never comes, but the intensity of your squirming and the soufullness of your deep kisses let me know I'll soon be where I need to be.

But I want just a little for me.  Your gentle grasps of my bountiful breasts excite me and further pursuade my arousal.  I want to open my blouse and sit up and undo the front clasp to let them bounce out in front of you, pick up your hands and welcome you fully to my softness and have you really feel how good it feels to know me this intimately.  Your thumb and finger pinching and sqeezing my nipples to poke out and your fingernails on my skin when you lift the weight of each one inflames my body senses, but not as much as the look in your eyes cries out to me that its time.  

Our trust is engaged as the rest of our clothes end up on the floor without much ceremony, and there are so many unforgettable moments...my tongue sliding into your cavernous sanctuary of your mouth with every deep kiss ...breaking softer each time as we learned what each other likes. Pulling my lower lip into you and eyeing my reaction ...which was expressively favorable. And as I slink downward to place my wetness upon your soft, thick thigh, I tell you "you're making me feel so good," just as my fingertips touch the wettest lips and enter the soft, soaked, elastic opening with my two fingers causing your high pitch sigh and moan that quickly registers even higher as I add my thumb to your clit.  My head buries into your neck and our hair so entwines ...and simultaneously im thrusting against you, fingering inside you, and twirling your clit to an orgasm that I know will be like none you've ever known.  The spongy, warm, softness or our breasts swaying and crashing into each other as the bed rocks and the tensions of our thighs and the digging into each others skin with our nails signals the start of the simultaneous thunderous mutual orgasm with its loud breaths and moans, rolls and quakes, peaks, valleys, and subsidement.   Into the soft side of your body I slump, unable for a moment to do anything but recover but slowly fingering and keeping your pussy interested for more, while being unable to get close enough to you as you lay flat and depleted on the snuggly mattress next to me. 

Far from finished, I reverse myself to lie upside down to her and grab on to her thighs and pull myself down to the musky, wonderfully beautiful, softly hairy, glistening wet in the soft candle light.   Almost as a silly aside, I say to you "Do you mind if I lick your warm wet place my love?" and you reply, "You want my permission," ...laughing, "may I have your permission to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop?" Thighs sliding apart and your knees bend to open yourself to me, "You've had my permission all night."

All this is good...feels good ...feels right ...feels natural ...but not lost on me is the honor of being your first female lover.  I treat this first taste with utmost respect and reverance.  I know you are simultaneously SO ready for this, and yet, not ...unable to think straight and decide or think logically about anything but the "don't stop" mantra in our minds.

After a gentle first baby kiss on your lips where the evidence of our sloppy wet begginings are revealed in taste and slipperyness, I wrap my mouth around your lips and are rewarded with the moan from above and the tremble from your thighs to your ass and  pussy as I start to lick in and out and around and soon arive at your full ripened clit.  Your fingers and  nails in my hair are equsisite. 

There is a moment, I've determined, where comparisons between your lover and those who have come before her are inevitable.  The comparisons at this point are clear that I love your response to me more than anything I ever felt.  Simultaneously submissive, but also, physically powerful. Thighs clinching and hips grinding and pumping while we together skillfully stay together locked with my lips and tongue around and on your clit and my two fingers in you, curling for a spot or extending for depth, rhythmically answering your wordless requests for the how, when and how much of all that is going on in this small circle of planet earth where the whole universe for us resides.  

Nothing feels more right than me lowering my head below to suck lick and finger you to pleasure ...sometimes squeezing a thigh or slipping underneath with my hand to give your buttock a squeeze, sometimes reaching behind me to grasp at a breast ...always using the instruments in my reperitoire to the advantage of maximizing your pleasure.  With my hips up and I am on my knees, your fingers touch me, reluctant to insert a finger quite yet, toying with both me and your emotions having never entered  a woman.  And my goal with my mouth is to never let you have enough of a breath to have a thought about anything other than your own pleasure.  And in the moment when I hear your moans increasing in volume and your breath further out of control, the walls of your vagina clamping down on my two fingers fucking you, the bucking more wildly against my cheeks, I know we are nearing a few tongue flicks in just the right place to send you over again.  And as you arch into me and squeal and tense and shake out of control, you gush and I have your liquid on my cheeks and my neck and on my fingers and my right forearm....and taking you down slowly....landing the plane...I tickle and slump...still far from finished but for the moment we both must rest. 

I flip myself around and you ask if you can ask questions.  Still breathing hard I reveal the number of women I've been with, the basic sham of my marriage, and the length of time I've been attracted to you.  "This is an awful lot to take in in one day," and I assure you "we are completely together in all of this ...the sex, the affection..the delights of our little secret." With my fingertips I toy with your, side, stomach, neck, breasts, and im the soft pubic hairs, and am just about ready to begin again when you go first and we exchange bathroom breaks.   When you come back before I get set to streak, I warn you to "wait for me ...I'm not finished." 

Back and on the bed after some soft making out,, we end up in a unique position where  you are on your back and I am sitting up next to you, my leg draped across your stomach, massaging your breasts, and you can lift up to me and kiss me, then kiss down to my breasts while I slide my hand down back to your wetness.  The reactions you give me are just the best I have ever experienced...when I get there its almost like you've never been touched before.  You are so so so ALIVE.   Even though you have gone to the bathroom and wiped yourself minutes ago, you are freshly dripping and swollen and every touch and twirl my fingers do on you causes a reaction, a lunge, a squrim, a moan or gasp...and you have learned how much I love giving you pleasure ...but as I finger you again, and you begin to boil towards another earth shatterer, you lift up to kiss me and then suck on my nipple.   Oh My Gawd Sonia ...You have such an amazing way of sucking my nipples so so so good.   Yes, there is  a direct line between there and my clit, and you instinctively know this, but its also that in doing this, you are pressed as close to me as two bodies can be pressed ...so that now ...instead of feeling your pleasure just as your hips rock against my fingers and palm, but now I can see your eyes react, your body convulse, and your body show sexual excitement by longing for closer contact...almost like a cat rubs its side and back around you at feeding time, you pushed your body into me with warm and loving intimacy, exploring the skin to skin warmth and feelings. enjoying the softness of my breast against your shoulder and your skin as I found the perfect circles and strokes to drive your next orgasm, happening this time as your jaw dropped and you demanded my eye contact before the panting and moaning began now with familiarity.

You rise upwards at the moment of truth and shake under me...I feel more sexually powerful than ever, proud of my expertise, overwhelmed at your response, already dreaming of pleasure beyond this night.

After you came in that strange but effective position, I began to feel that my mouth was not getting enough ...not nearly enough of what it wanted.   Now three orgasms in for you, the one for me, not that we are counting, but I was realizing the way your body was responding that there was so much more to give.  Yet, you chose this moment to rise up from laying down and kiss me, pushing our tops together, and pushing me back against the headboard.  You shook loose whatever qualms you had for fingering me as you burst into me through my soaking lips and slid your palm to cup my pussy and massage my clit....waking me up and exilhirated that you had begun to attack my need with gusto.  That first time when a woman feels anothers wetness just for her is something that releases an ultimate rush of addrenaline, and I loved holding you in my arms, your hair against my chest, sharing that and feeling your feelings in addition to the perfect sensations your newfound lesbian lovemaking skills were evoking in my nether region.   I crawled a couple of inches back up against the headboard and with the space that created I saw the look in your eyees, directly at my pussy, and you lowered your head ..and I rose up on my knees to meet you...and in one fantastic kiss you found out how good it is to go down on a girl. 

I watched you...every move, every lick, every kiss....every savoring moment I drank up in my heart and soul in watching this glorious delightful moment.  I was almost coming before your tongue hit my clit, but you flattened your tongue and just went for it ....lapping at me ...and having never come in that position before, I started to shake and cry outloud in amazement as to how good you made my pussy feel in such a short time.  Feeling dizzy, I threw my head back and bucked my hips against you worried that it might be too much, but you rode with me til my powerful orgasm dissapated and I was able to slink down into the bed again.

Loving with you, cuddling with you, kissing your cheek and neck and feeling you hold me as tight as I held you, my pussy still throbbing for more but giving it a rest, we stroked each other as I held you into my breast and steadfastly against my skin.   Oh babe, your tongue and fingers are great, but nothing compares to the cuddling  ..almost as worthwhile as the coming. You are learning how skin kisses skin as much as mouths....something unique to what we women do...something I contend is never the case with men.   

Your comfort level with me is ever evident.  And then against my breast with your mouth you suck...then bite...then bite HARD.  I shudder...yes it hurt....but I get it.  I take the hint that you want my teeth a little more involved on you.  Got it...check..    "ung...you ok?" you mutter form below me and I tell you "its good."  I also think you are sending me a signal that we aren't necessarily done.  My nipple was throbbing and stiff between your lips, and you looked so beautiful with your lips surrounding me there.  "can you keep doing that please," I said, as I squirmed, and so you provided suction on me some more.  Funny how higher pitches or intensities of the expression "mmmmm" from me can be read by a lover as wonderful as you to know where the threshold is for how hard to bite.  You do it just right ...perfect, and with my perfectly pleasured nipple feeding your soft mouth, you reached down to start to finger me again, knowing exactly the right moment to join with me there.  . 

"Like that ?"
"Like that ..yes."
For minutes you stroked me softly, gently teasing...not in the imminient come mode, just nice...soft...lovingly.  Soft sucking of my right nipple....softly stroking my clit and my slippery lips, mouth never giving up on the ecstasy created on my breast.

 But your mouth disengages..."can I ask you something ?"
"umnhhh yea" I said controlling my breathing as your finger started getting better.
"When can we do this again ?"
I maybe was never more delighted to hear something in my whole life...assurance that you wanted this ..wanted ME again.  But since I wasn't really expecting to hear that from you, I hesitated ...almost playing coy.

"I don't know...soon...soon as we can get away like this."    I remember the baby doll look in your eyes with your hair all out of whack half in front of your face....a pleading look. ..the same one I see whenever you need me as a friend...and how wonderful it felt to know that look as a lover.
"but you want to right ?"  I get it ..suspecting this is a one night stand ...don't blame you.  You so needed to hear me tell you how much I was already falling in love with you.  Kind of unfair to ask someone for committment when you are giving the best finger and thumb rub and nipple sucking I have ever felt.

Just then....you realllllly hit the spot.  "of course I want this again...want YOU again.  ...There is so much I want to do with you...so much we can do.   So yes..(pant ..gasp...slosh) I want more...and I mean that without regard to the way you are about to make me come again."

"Again?"  and your hand froze...as if ...you  didn't realize where I was headed.

    In my mind I am thinking . “Please fuck me. Quit screwing around and please, fuck me!”....  But ...I can handle this.  It's natural...we have just gone from friendship to fucking to ..fucking REAL GOOD in 30 minutes...it's alot to take in.  I placed my hand over your still hand in my bush against my wet lips, clasping  my fingers through yours.  "Baby...it's ok...I adore you and have for so long. I have wanted you secretly forever. Our friendship....nothing changes....got that?" And I burned that thought with my eyes into yours.

You say nothing ..your shoulders shurg...I could feel in your sigh a different level of resignation ...and I smiled inwardly as your started stroking my pussy gently ...starting the engine back up after our pause.  

Then you surprised me...patting my pussy....then increasing intensity until you were gently spanking me.  Well, lady, nobody ever did that to me...I had done it to myself but that is no substitute.  You slap, slap again, and then slide a finger past my engorged clit and into my slippery lips....and repeat.  Your beautiful sexy voice "you like that?"

"ungh huh" as I pray that this is the start of you taking me over.  I had never needed to come so much.

I am groping your hanging breast and starting to undulate against you as your fingers masterfully, perfectly touch and tickle me to the building, inevitable explosion. You have caused me to need....and perhaps as well, the time it is been since I had been with anyone, but mostly, the beauty of you and my incredible fortune to be naked with you and being made love to so eagerly in your virgin lesbian experience. 

My hands engulf your soft cheeks so I can pull you closer to my mouth to kiss you.  Wet and deep and passionately, I love you with my lips and tongue and the softness of your kiss is yet another of the "best ever" moments that are happening like a fireworks show that has yet to come to it's finale.   "Your lips are so soft...and your eyes...you have the most beautiful lashes ...you are so pretty,"  I say and you kiss me with more affection, your fingers flick me against my inner wall, and you say the words that have echoed in my mind ever since.  "You like my lips?"  And you kiss me and enter my mouth with your thin, sensously moving tongue.  I mutter response, and I feel a tension as you say "want my lips here?" and you jab into me quite deeply as if we didn't know what you meant.

Knowing you haven't done it, I want to say something like "It's ok ...don't have to ...fingers are working fine," which they were, but...I could tell you had already thought it through enough to know you wanted to taste me.  So I chose to excitely accept...and perhaps I rushed a little bit when I through myself back on the bed on my back and scooted up to the pillows to await this glorious treat.  I am oozing so much I wonder if we should get a towel...thats how wet you make me.  I flash to a thought of if that will put you off ...praying I am not unpleasing to you in any way for what you are about to do. 

Just as fast as I had gotten, shall we say, into position, you gravitate to the bottom of the bed.  My eyes fixate on your flowing,  creamy breasts, a satisfying and erotic sight. I can't say enough how much I love your tits.    You look up at me almost as though the gravity of the moment hasn't occured to you....as you just listen to how our bodies are talking without the minds getting in the way.   You kiss my right thigh and drag your nails along my side as you scoot closer to me.  My hand instinctually goes first to my breasts to squeeze them both and pinch my nipples, and then down towards your hair to mingle and await you.  I was tempted to pull you into me.  You touched me and then circled your fingertip around my opening ...my legs spread to welcome you.   You kiss me ...a soft sweet kiss which tingles and zings me.  Your tongue tests and tastes and for a few minutes you bring me quickly to a boil with the slowness and deliberate and methodical tonguing you are giving me.  For a moment I wonder if you are having second thoughts as you pull away and look away from my pleasure and into my thigh, where you kiss me gently and knead the muscle gratifyingly.  My mind, prematurely jumping to the conclusion that you are overwhelmed and might not want to continue, starts to imagine the myriad of things that could happen that would lead to me coming...because I am NEEDING to come and completely on fire ...in fact I settle in about a split second that I just going to mount you and fuck your thigh again...(that was sure good before)....but in another expression of your adorable innocence that I've known in many ways and now am experiencing in bed with you, you look at me with the most equisite bewilderment smiling and say "Brenda....I just keep thinking of flowers. "  You giggle, " I'm doing this and I just keep haivng the most beautiful visions of flowers and gardens...its just so stupid."   You always say whatever you feel and am relieved at how comfortable you are.  "I have NO idea what to say to that, " and you softly say almost semi conciously "yeaaaah," cutely smiling and then your tongue goes straight to my clit as if to say you aren't playing around anymore.

You keep looking up at me and it makes me feel sexy...I alternate between looking into your eyes, and with another flick of your increasingly educated tongue I can't look and throw my head back and close my eyes.  I'm building and can't help the tugging on your head into me and the gyrations of my hips into your mouth.    I felt the need to warn you about my gushing when it's like this, right before your furiously fast and holding on to me explosion I gasp "its going to be a lot of hot liquid baby."  You moan into my cunt ...I arrive saying "Guuu  shing ...oh gawd...gu   shing" and my powerful throbs bathe your soft cheeks while a myriad of thoughts run through my mind.  I'm thinking that for whatever your first impressions of lesbian sex, the way I come might be an eye opener for someone maybe not committed yet.  I am a convulsing, shaking, gushing, babbling, moaning, foolish feeling, primitive orgasmer.  You well know how out of control I was in this.   This is different than the earlier pinning on the backboard ...we are more relaxed...You are clearly immersed.   I am considering your pride...the pride anyone feels naturally when for the first time you  compose a woman's ultimate culmination of pleasure.  I thought about how amaaaaazingly good you were naturally with your tongue and fingers each time ...never failing to pleasure me in any given moment, and improving with each suck and lick and entrance into my pussy as well as my soul. 

And, although spent, ..I thought about how fast I could get my mouth back on your pussy, and my tongue inside your pussy, and again create the waves of pleasure you just gave me. 

For 10 minutes we laid together, my right arm around your shoulders and your soft skin soothing my stroking fingertips ...nuzzling...spooning...warming...as close as we can get to each other....in silence. The two of us blabbermouths in silence and the moment.  Lost in the candles flicker against the wall ...dreaming...dreary...satisfied ...but feeling not finished.

My stroking of your arm became a caress of your breast, and squeezing a bit harder and pinching your nipple, you elicit a sound of delight.

Because you are too close to the edge of the bed, I roll out of our embrace and start to nudge..then pull you to the center of the bed "C'mon"
"NO! " and you seem very honest about that protest.  "No way...you can't...you don't....I can't," you stutter but I am able to place you on your back and roll over on you halfway and start to kiss your neck.  I get the moan I was going for when I involve your earlobe, and as I roll my tongue back down to your neck you roll your head to the side to give me more to suck and lick.  My hand begins to palm massage and lift your breast and your nipple responds with excitement.  I start to grind a bit on your thigh.
"You CAN'T  be serious!"

"I am SO serious," I say as I suck hard enough on your neck to be dangerously close to leaving an unintended mark ...but you love it and squirm and sigh a huge sigh and say "AREN'T you FINISHED ..I mean..er...aren't we finished here....?"

My answer to you is a deep, long, lingering kiss and a nice niibble and pulling upon your lower lip.

Your arms around me ever more tightly and you kiss me back deeper and our eyes meet and you sweetly tell me, "YOU ARE RELENTLESS...."

"Insatiable," I replied
"and I like it," she said in a tone that almost favored Katy Perry.
I knew what I wanted..." Baby, I need to ..I want to I should say...ahem...I want to show you what is the most amazing thing to me.  I feel close enough to you...you just have no idea how good it feels."

"Uh should I be scared," you said with mischevious innocence.

"Probably," I playfully responded and grinded hard into her thigh. "Trust me?"

You didn't respond and looked like you didn't want to answer yes at first.
"Trust me?" as I grinded harder into you and saw your eyes respond before your beautiful mouth softly said "I trust you ...I've trusted you all night."

"This might get awkward," I said in dismount and rising upward, "...but its worth it....just trust me."

"What are you going to do," you said with just a mild tinge of fear mixed with your anticipation.  I didn;t answer but lifted your leg and got on my knees above you and splayed your legs...reached down to test your wetness that I already knew was flowing.

"I understand," was the last english I heard from your for a lenghty period of time.

 I stretched my leg and scooched into place to place us together in electrifying reality.  It was incredible instantaneously.  Within thirty seconds we were both moaning our own vocalities of intense pleasure.  I led by bumping and sloshing us ..first finding a spot for me or then for you or then for both of us and trying to keep that connection.  Your hands gripped forearms me so tightly is it got better, and then we played with each others breasts and exchanged our "this is unbelievable" looks with each other.  Our pussy's kissed and pushed against each other and at one point your facial expression was one that could double for misery and your noises were of agony, almost as if something were dying in the room. 

It felt so good but I need what I need.   I didn't warn you but just pulled off of you and began my decent. "What..w...oh..oh my you are not to be believed."

I hungrily dove in towards you again to furiously bring you off again with my twirling tongue, but wait ....you had taught me something earlier.   You wouldn't have slapped my pussy if it wasnt something you wanted yourself.  I opened my palm and patted you...then slapped you, urged on by your "yes ..yes." 
Fingering you, licking you, groping for your bouncing breasts, hearing your emotions and passion, enjoying the guidance of your hands in my hair pulling me into you, riding your thrusts, feeling your legs tense, and synchron icities of our minds and bodies completely in the bubble together as one in both exctacy and soothing comfort as the barrier that exists before your eruption fractures in a quaking, shuddering, oneness we shared that night and for as many nights as the love between us will allow.  

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