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.


I need a minute for my heart to slow our loving souls to bloom and grow dawning with delicacy and innocence encompassed in magnificance my timid instigation met with liberation this first kiss is our foundation the sizzle of our adulation behind closed doors my lips surrounding yours lascvicious beings draping and dressing each others undressed bodies surfaced souls felt with each pulse and throb and seen only in each others eyes swallowing your tongue and tasting the freckle on your necks nape the soft skin of your shoulder and its beauitful shape my fingernails your skin to scrape the hand, or mouth, or tongue... lingering before the big everything investigating each and every inch to play, to ply, to brush, to tickle, to pinch to soothe as breasts converge and the saphic urge becomes our fluid surge and fingers submerge in disbelief..."that wet for me ?" "drenched ...for us" ...I help you see and feel bathed in sweet sounds of each others ahhs and ohs the giddyness felt in my mouth as your nipple arose to scrape my teeth a game to create moment after moment of bliss for each other orgasms lead to another and another and another each second with something never felt before to discover becoming with each other an unspoiled transcendent being my need to feel you quiver my need to deliver shiver after shiver and I'm dripping like a river so lavish me with the taste your gush you will see trust in my eyes, and know my spilling desire on your thighs so many places on your skin for my fingertips and intimate lips on your back, under your breast and below ..maybe even a toe I am the oral you dreamed of and once I get to the warm wet can't stop and dont want you to tell me to my tongue slithers and twists and rides and slides until the shaking stops and the hard breathing subsides and the sweat and the wet and the glimmering twinkle in your satisfied eye muscles and minds and veins can settle as fury abates and your skin soft as a flower petal against me tightly your arms hold all our wants and desires consoled the pain of the urge escaped forever from the cold

Tribbing - Going lips to lips

Writing on http://www.shybi.com/ about my trib experiences has me a bit worked up :)

I have come most enjoyable on thigh riding with girls, and before my first pussy tribbing I would probably have told you that was my preferred way to come. I like the closeness there...and usually, by the time we are at that point, I've tonguefucked her pussy and ravagingly eatnen her to the point of exhuastion, so I mount her and rub my wetness on her thigh whle kissing her and burying my head into her neck or shoulder and massaging her breast....all the turn ons from getting on her get me to go over the edge and all she must do is lay there, although in those moments I am being clutched, held, verbally encouraged, and caressed.  So ...thigh fucking...thats a good thing for me, but with a couple of true loves weve gotten comfortable enough to really go for it. Pussy upon pussy...oh the best.

 It is a bit awkward at first because it just takes some experience, some adventuresome spirit, and some trial and error and you have to just accept it. And accepting it isn't difficult because even if it isn't perfect it's still going to feel good.

Now with a few experiences I am happy to report that various positions work but my favorite was being more on my knees with her on her back and one leg in the air over my shoulder.  That was my first time...and wasn't the last.  I was mostly in control and could see her facial reactions as we approached climax together.  T O G E T H E R.  Magical !  It's overwhelming emotionally, and I have thought back and determined that I never loved her more than when we were making love like that.

In the heat of the moment ...when lovers depart from trying to be so close to each other our skin should meld, to when you can break apart and experiment with what makes your girl, or yourself feel good ...and in this tribbing pussy to pussy can be the ultimate.

So that when you are kinda positioning her, grabbing some thigh or hips and guiding her...having a "this is it" moment together, it is exciting for the anticipation (this is going to happen) and equally awkward cause you can try and fail to attain what you are obviously going for.  Let me not leave out the spark.  OK ..  when tongue touches tongue, when breast touches warm soft breast with an erect nipple indicating ,mutual attraction...these are the spark moments of lesbian sex.  And none more so than the lightning that comes from between us the moment wet, warm, sensitive and tingling and throbbing lips touch one another. Lightning. and ...Thunder.

So, for me, each first time, you get the spark, then the feeling and it's good ...and you can see it in each others eyes.  There are moments when she is being more stimulated than you and vice versa.  Then, magical, you get a lock on it ...that magical place where you look in each others eyes as if to say "lets not screw this up....cause we found it."   I have thought of it as climbing a mountain where the climb wasn't easy but suddenly, closer to the summit, it becomes easier ..sprinting to the pinnacle together. 

With her the first time I said "Im coming," and she said desperately "no wait," and I can't wait.  The wet sloppy sex sound as we are gently banging together, grinding, watching each other ...her tits are bouncing and I know she loves how mine are....trying to maintain some body control while coming isn't easy and tests my leg strength.  She arrives seconds after me with beautiful ahhs and volcanic shaking...I replace our pussy contact with my hand against her clit where it is wet as if a bucket had been dumped there...her hands ...on on my tit and the other around my hip with fingers digging into me to the bruising point...and when this moment you never wanted to end does end...not only is our skin melded together, but our souls as well.

When I masturbate I visulalize flashes of the things I have done ..kissing and licking and fingering and feeling...but often I just get stuck on a loop for weeks about what it looks like when we were tribbing and her look of satisfaction found a look of determination to finish, which found a look of utter bliss and relief, and then exctacy....followed by an astounding look of devotion. 

Laying in her arms she carressed me and with a sweet, almost little girls voice who'd found a new toy to play with, asks me, "Can we do it again?"  It was too good not to.


All I Can Think Of

Now and then she and I will rekindle just a bit with an exchange of an email ...or I will see her somewhere for a brief moment.  How I loved her and have longed for her to tell me she wants more than just a quick, and from her side always, a reserved hug.   She absolutely knows how badly I want her and probably, wanting her that deeply causes her purposeful distance.

But this week, in a down in the dumps email, she tells me making love to me was the best night of her life and that she will prove someday and someway she's my lesbian Snow White.  That we drift together and back apart.   I joke with her that I am one penis shy of being her Prince Charming.

Resistance to her is futile.

Though I went through something of a drought, she comes along when I actually have some "irons in the fire" so to speak....but considering ...for her ..giving all that up to be only hers.

I've been subtle with her and I've been direct.   I close my eyes at night and I can feel her soft hands clutching my breasts as or orgasm explodes on me while tribbing.  It just seems it can't ever be better than that with anyone.  She was willing to be tender and affectionate with me in total adoration as our tongues tangled in delectable kisses, and in the next moment would drag me into her pre -fantasized experiment.

It never felt so right than with her.  Licking up and down her inner lips, spending wonderful exploratory time and containing  her squirms.  Hard for me not to admit that making her come was so fucking easy and like a puzzle I had figured out, putting in the last piece before her volcanic explosions was only a matter of choice of when I wanted to pull the trigger ....or if she wanted to beg me.   From the first time I pulled back the lips and clitoral hood so that her pronounced clit would invitingly pop out, every sensation was mine...that more than anyone else I could feel her pleasure rounding her button, directly flicking her clit with my tongue or finger, sucking in my lips, gazing at her reactions and undulations and HOW BEAUTIFUL were her eyes and face in the throes of the pleasure I inflicted.     I felt her every sensation ...her delight swallowed me...crawled into my soul ..so that again and again and again, when I might have thought "it cannot get better than this," she would grip my hand and send me again, her pump her pussy into me in a different way, or I would hear a different moan than before, or ...especially during me giving her oral, it was like this dance between my lips and tongue and her hips and thighs and toes.

She says she wants to be my Snow White ...torture that she doesn't follow that with definitive plans to lay once again together ...her girlfriend keeps a close eye on her every move.  Forgive me for wanting her to just fuck up a little bit more and send my darling into my arms and mouth once again.

Unable to think of anything else but the eagerness with which her much younger mouth touched off wave after wave of such powerful orgasms I literally thought I was a moment before losing consciousness.  How the just right, just perfect fit when we scissored felt like nothing could be better on the planet...in the universe ...for a lifetime ..unless ...unless ...she and I could find that magic again. 

Her whole hand has been inside me.   I saw stars.   Yes, it was decidely "just sex,"  just "friends with benefits," supposedly me the teacher ..but truly, and she knows, she taught me the most.  

There is MY love of eating pussy...no lover I have had showed as much gusto in return.  She adored me in every ...in EVERY touch, taste, glance, and especially, her committed kisses.  

For the past week she is all I have thought about.  I close my eyes and her soaking wet lips upon my tongue again are all I can think about ...laying sideways or me upside down, or her sitting on my face and riding me, or laying legs off the bed while I am on the floor, or the most wonderful time where the come, rest, come again, rest, come again cycle recycled over hours with me never tiring and her accepting that this was what we both wanted.  

So many images burned in my brain...and gawd I hope in hers too ...to never forget the first time I tasted her ...her jaw clinched while I kissed and licked her thigh ..and then...upward ...to her lips...cheating a look to gauge her reaction of the first female kiss down there...her mouth falling open and her eyes rolling back ...I never ever felt anything so "mine" as her that moment ...and how I long for her to give me an hour or two to show her that even though it may be just a strap on or a stiff tongue, I long to be her Prince (ess) Charming ...warm skin to skin and breast to breast...arms enveloped in arms once again.

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