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.

Our Lesbian Cabin of Love ... and Your First Lesbian Experience

by akiss2desire  copyright 2013 all rights reserved
Ever aware of the sexuality and sensuality of my being before we make love, our eyes meet across the room, and even though we are 10 feet apart, moments away from our first embrace of the night, the waltz of our encounter is beginning as our eyes meet one another’s.   My white satin gown with lavender lace framing my cleavage, chosen for just you and just this night softly caresses my skin beneath and feels especially tingly against my ample, half exposed bosom.  I had chosen the blue eye shadow because you said you liked it so much in the first picture I ever sent to you, and yes, I admit it gives me my most erotic look even if a bit on the trashy side.  My long brown hair falls off my shoulders showing the efforts of about twenty minutes with the curling iron, and my light pink glossy lips, while I was never satisfied with the look in the mirror, has a wet sheen ready for your lips to meet.  I wanted perfection for our night, and am a bit grateful that the soft light will present my body with forgiveness of the twelve year difference in our ages.  
It’s not only the fire in the cabin that creates the heat in the room. The look of your eyes shows an appreciation, a hunger that I share looking at you with unbridled attraction, and the forces between us create a communication for which the two of us need not speak words despite the thousands we have spoken and typed in chats and emails to get to this moment.  And so we advance without words, for all verbal communication would fail us now.
A sixth sense of the presence of your eyes and the want to touch me gives me sensation as if you actually ARE touching me.  It is as if your roaming eyes are turned into hands by means of your spirit and desire, and our night in the cabin promises all the sexual pleasures we two women crave to give and receive from one another.  Our carnal consummation is long delayed, but our love and devotion long ago solidified in knowing we were right for each other and where we realized our own very special place in the mixed up world of our closet lesbian pursuits.
The number of times you told me you weren’t sure if you could ever go through with what we are about to do is not forgotten, and reminds me that I must not in any way treat you like the number of previous lesbian lovers I have had where sexual conquest and orgasmic pleasure often trumped the emotional bonds of our sexuality.  With you, as never before, the distinctions between fucking you and making love with you have never been more acute.
Fire in your eyes and fire in mine so much so that I avert my gaze to the side, not being able to fully handle the intensity we both share. Both of us wanting everything we dreamed of in one moment, in one hour, in one night, in one orgasm….or flurry of orgasms.  But, with patience we know will be rewarded, I am savoring every second and can tell you are too. "Damn you look awesome," I half whisper and half croak from a nervousness and astoundment at your beauty and counting my blessings to be with such a young and vivacious woman so eager to make love with me. Your pink knee high dress with fluttered sleeves draping your soft shoulders accents your femininity, while the V Neck lets me admire the natural round shape and equal to my own size breasts , however your firm round orbs gently spill out of the fabric majestically. The diamond stud of your lip piercing shimmers, and your eyes are flirty and your shy smile radiates the room and my anticipation.  In the firelight your unbent dark hair glows and the portion of which you've brushed in front stops just at the concession of your breasts from your dress.  Your effect as a gleaming beautiful young woman causes me to catch my breath and realize you deserve a "you go girl" credit because while I feel you nervously trembling from across the room in lustful trepidation, I feel you absolutely KNOW you are boldly confident in your provocative, seductive, and mature for your 21 years of age beauty.  I believe you can feel my body begin to pulsate at our first vision of each other.

Our long awaited night of making love with each other has arrived. Our hugs and our brief kiss earlier, while they are memories I will cherish forever, are not what is about to come, for the next time we embrace, our bodies coming together in all out response to one another’s touch, kiss, and persuasion, we can finally let go and enjoy one another as only two women can.  I know you have afforded me control, but I also know your personality won’t be as a submissive.  We are in this together.

This next hug, we both know, will turn into so much of what we have promised one another, and the anticipation for us both is that because of our affection for one another, the experience will be more meaningful than whatever sexual experience preceded this night for either of us.
Your discussions of your inexperience with women are on both of our minds for certain, but I am determined not to be a teacher, but rather to guide your body and mind to firstly allow itself all that we can become in the hours to come, and also, to make love as your soul guides you to do, with no instruction manual needed. Just the knowledge of your being a woman and respect of the desire between us will be all you will need. Your instinct will be your teacher and all the pleasure I will require from you, and we will each fall comfortable into the give and take of sharing the power from minute to minute ...from kiss to engaging, deeply persuasive french kiss. Our tongues about to tie our expectations together when next we embrace, and you are thinking it is unlike anything you have felt before. But it’s not just a truth for you. I am about to feel every pleasure you will feel THROUGH your reactions.  You are about to know the bubble we will be in together with every concern of the universe shielded from the togetherness of just us two.
The spark between us as we walk together in the flickering light sends a shiver running through my body, and I observe the flash of uncertain hunger in your eyes. It all slows down as if in a dream.  My darling, we have not even touched but sensations are roaming my body and especially, when your piercing eyes welcome me without fear, my loins feeling heavy and achy, even a bit needy.  I am already so damp and on my way to being "dirty wet," and I cannot wait for you to know my juices flowing just for you with your touch. My tongue wets my lip gloss covered lips.  My eyes shyly downward glance before relishing your beauty one more time before I take you into my arms, and you take me into your own. Falling against my body, I pull your figure into mine, our equivalently generously endowed breasts erotically bump and then squash into each other in the indescribably arousing sensation that provides us both. While the multiple sensations of our body’s closeness, the feeling of our embrace, and the emotions swirling before our first kiss, it's undeniable that there is an ignition of sensation where ground zero is centered where our tits, even through the fabric of our garments, are already making out. 

Just before our kiss we sense how immense is this moment of destiny,  I tear my body slightly away and resist your mesmerizing eyes to once again drink in the head to toe allure of the beauty of your young body, the creamy skin of your legs, the silky fabric of the sexy dress you chose for our rendezvous tonight, the brightness of your red toenail polish I don't take for granted, the round fullness of your breasts and the shy embarrassed, but wiling smile your give me as if to say "I'm ready."
"I love you Meagan," I whisper before deciding that instead of your lips, my lips will first follow the trace of my nails along the nape of your neck with a soft sucking kiss there, and then, upward my head tilts, feeling the softness of your cheek against my cheek, my eyes closed and I would love to know if yours are or not, but I keep mine shut while grazing against your lips ...closed but then inviting, melting then into yours.  My tongue warmly, wetly parting your lips and entering you softly first, then flicking and flirting its way past your teeth.  As your mouth and mine fully open each other’s, we begin the longest, most passionate, deepest kiss with our tongues warmly dancing upon one another.  I firmly hold you as I feel your knees go weak and I know that our love shown is as strong and powerful as any on earth in our rolling, velvet soft nestling.  I acknowledge your trembling desire for all we ever wanted by pulling you closer still and burying my tongue inside your mouth and twirl and curl it to preview what my tongue will be doing to your body for the next several hours of bliss. Whatever reluctance on your part I guarded myself to believe I might feel is melted by the eagerness of your soft lips passionately …hungrily …confidently kissing me back.
Moments of standing, holding, kissing, caressing become minutes of more and neither of us can then resist one another’s boobs in our exploration.  Your palm makes the initial move at first grazing against the top of my left breast, then as the tingling gives rise to the nipple against the fabric, you clutch and lift me while I feel your body shudder, remembering myself how exciting it is to first realize a woman is responding to your lesbian touch. "Oh God baby," escapes my lips and on impulse I respond with a delicate squeeze over top of your feathery soft fabric and feel your own nipple reply to my accompanying thumb and finger manipulation. 
This initial love making is dizzying and dreamy,  and appropriately gradually paced.  Soft moans fade from your lips between kisses, and my hunger for your taste and the urgency in my loins cause me to consider the ultimate purpose.  It's all I can do not to reach down and take hold of your need right there, standing by the fire in our cabin of love, but the bed in this room is only a few feet away, so pulling back from that urge seems right as according to script it's the perfect time to communicate with my eyes and the grasp of my hand that it's time to take this to the comforts of the king sized bed.

We walk the few steps walk towards the bed hand in hand , both looking down at the aged hardwood floors.   As we arrive at the side of the mattress I embrace you assuring you once again and gently turn your body towards the sidewall which has an antique mirror.  I pull you back against me, my breasts squishing into your shoulder blade, still holding your quivering body in a broiling calm before the storm of our soon to intensify lovemaking.  You and I both gaze at ourselves in the mirror and I reach under your dress to feel for the first time with my grasp the amazing softness of the creamy skin of your breast.  We both see that hunger in our eyes as I then move the dress over your shoulders and downward to expose your breasts where I now cup them, lift them, and gaze into your eyes through the reflection of the mirror.  I softly kiss the nape of your neck and then your shoulder while viewing the beauty of the two of us in sapphic immersion of one another’s arms. . Your dress then slithers downward and off your butt, revealing you, like I, also chose to forego the panties for this night as concession that they are needless.  The dress, beautiful as it was on you, is just a beautiful lying defeated at your feet. At first you shyly don't look at your nudity in the mirror, gazing downward and eyes closed while my arms envelop your waist and my soft kisses simmer into your soft dark hair and my lips once again land against the skin at the back of your neck.  I, on the other hand can hardly close my eyes to blink because I am so enamored by your womanly beauty in the reflection.  My kisses are working their magic upon and your eyes lift upward to meet mine in the mirror, and you glance up and down at the vision of us, me holding your naked body with your divine shape, plentiful breasts, and perfectly perky nipples.  Then you gently tilt your head to lay back against my chest so lovingly looking upward but out into the air of the cabin, yielding further to my kissing and sucking on your shoulder and neck.   
I linger in the loving empowerment of your trusting comfort, then disengage the embrace to peel my own dress downward, ignoring that I may be denying you the delight of undressing me because I am sensing our bodies are primed for a rapid escalation of our passion. I feel and see you blush at the  exposing of my boobs to the warmish air of the musty scented cabin, and then, down to the floor I step out of my dress and swiftly once again embrace you.  Now my naked breasts are against your warm back while I cup and massage yours in front of me. As I feel you become wobbly at the increasing intensity of our union, I spin you towards me and bring my hands to your face to softly stroke your cheek.  I see such trust and love in your eyes before your look of determination requires a sensitive kiss of our solidarity.    A moment of truth that we go forward more together than ever with our illuminated naked bodies becoming a symbol of our souls that are every bit as exposed as our skin.
In bed I roll you into my arms and I hold you childlike against my shoulder while I think that nothing has ever felt so right against my bare chest than the weight of your arm and head as I stroke your hair and enjoy your warm body as we just enjoy being so close for a few moments as a prelude to the steaming eruptions we are about to embark upon. So much these moments of just stroking and cuddling and not rushing things and you falling against my body so naturally are validation of the destiny of this night. As I pepper soft kisses in your hair, feeling the goose bumps rise as I stroke your arm, and forgive you for not wanting eye contact for the moment in the building of the bond between us and our nude, slightly chilled to the air, but oh so warmed to each other’s skin in desire. I rejoice in the complete oneness of our togetherness.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, I grasp the suppleness of your breast, and you immediately reciprocate to mine, as if we were both waiting for the time to be right, or as if you want permission to proceed for what you are now ready for. You look up and I see the want in those angelic eyes, whispering “it feels so good."  We move to adjust our position, and I can’t resist those luscious lips again and we begin to make out, first with me towering over you and you on your back, but then we shift downward in the bed until we are side by side again and arms draped over sides and stroking and including one another’s breasts and ever straining stiff nipples and with eyes engrossed in each other’s patient and forgiving gaze.  Your every eye contact, breath, sound, and motion is beckoning me to go on and take you…your every minute signal empowering me to further drive our experience as our sexual fires rage. I sense you are urging me to pick up the pace, as I too know the moment when the slow passion of building our desire becomes a kindled need that cries to be doused.  
Slowly lowering my head to your full, melon size breast, I gulp in a cherry nipple and thrill to its response against my tongue and lips. After you had told me so many times that you didn't understand the attention boys gave your breasts, I knew that I was changing all that when you again began a soft moan and clutched my head against your bosom.  From your breast upward to your neck to suck softly, then back down to between your boobs to make a choice between the left or right, engaging them with my hands and mouth and looking upward and making fleeting glimpses of eye contact in ecstasy, yours for the way I was making love to you, and mine for the pleasure I feel in your responding desire magnifying with every touch of my tongue.  
However we have gone this far with my restraint , I abruptly reach down to invade your vagina knowing  how wet it would be.  I am very very slow in fingertip rolling through the soft hair before finding your slippery lips and entering you with my index finger. Oh so gently and softly, knowing you have never been touched by a woman and furthermore...never been touched by ANYONE who wanted your pleasure to unfold as much as I did, I revel in the response of your body towards my touch, feeling your stomach muscles clench and your toes point downward before your legs spread as they are naturally inclined to do in welcoming fashion.
There are these times when it’s apparent that the way you might orgasm becomes a choice we are about to make.  Though it wouldn’t have taken much for the fingers to rouse the first rumbles and coaxing cries of the agony of ecstasy, we both know how much I want you in my mouth, and now, very quickly.  My passionate kiss again, with the deepest tongue possible is my signal that it was time for both of us to know this ultimate pleasure for both of us.  One expression to never be forgotten for the head to toe chill it gives me is the sound of your voice, moments after sucking on your tongue, saying “suck it,” in such a way that I knew you mean your tongue again, but dually mean your pussy. 
Working my way down I go kissing and gently sucking and stroking while you lay there absorbing this and awaiting my imminent arrival at your pleasure center.  I overshoot the ultimate target on purpose to slide my tongue over your thighs, then upward around your vulva, and admiring the sight and smell so close to my eyes and the first taste so close to my lips and my tongue. The gentle fingertip massage upon your thighs prompts you to relax, and I gently part those legs a bit more with each squeeze of your muscles.
I am looking up at your sweet eyes avoiding mine, looking off to the side and bracing for my arrival. How beautiful and sweet your face is before this penultimate moment of when you first receive oral gratification by a woman who knows more than anyone how to lavish orgasmic pleasure and gets ultimate gratification doing it such as I.  There simply can be no individual on the planet that enjoys giving head and feeling a beautiful girls response more than I do, and you fully know this from our conversations.   Aware as we are of all that is happening, the reality of the moment is about to happen.

My tongue grazes your clit and my thumb parts you to expose it fully so beautiful to my sight in the soft firelight. It is simply the most beautiful vagina I have ever been close to, and my blood is surging.  My tongue fully licks from the bottom of your opening, upwards drinking in the moisture and arriving at your easily revealed clit to twirl and tickle and begin to lick. My cheeks are against your labia and with my tongue tip I feel your clit engorge more fully.  That is such an amazing testament of love for the moment.  I take it fully between my lips and gently suck for a moment as simultaneously I reach up to remind your nipples that my thumb and forefinger have certainly not forgotten the rest of your body.  I lovingly gently pinch and allow my nail to scratch and graze you and enjoy the fulfillment of creating your nipple erection there.  But I fully am compelled to completely engage into what I am embarking upon, and that means reaching up for a pillow to place underneath your buttocks and then to pull you closer to my mouth, while the other hand will be engaged in either fingering inside, or spreading your lips and pulling your clit upwards for me more fully. You are looking down at me and making eye contact some now as I begin what you and I will enjoy for the next more than an hour. You already know that once I start I don’t want to stop, and I am about to thoroughly examine every single possibility of pleasure that can be caused by my finger, lips, tongue, mouth and palms. 
I want you to find a piece of heaven in this, as I will, feeling your reaction and the wonder of the wait now being over.  I know all this foreplay has your pussy pulsing (and so is mine despite the only stimulus being me grinding into the mattress.)  Moaning "Meagan" into your muff in response to the cries of my own name so lovingly being involuntarily offered. I know from what you have said that you are a quiet lover, so I am appreciative for each noise of letting go. 
Soon your body signals it could wait no longer, the rapid back and forth tonguing and my head back and forth ...gasping for air between the stiff strokes of my tongue on your stiff clit when the rapture comes.  Accepting me when I use this technique, I am rather rigorous in the final stage before the first explosion, and it’s the way I lick and suck you that causes you to lose control while all emotions unravel as well as I so want this first with me to be the best you have have known, thus I am pulling out all stops.
My finger against your lips, entered just a bit and tickling, and my mouth, lips and tongue sucking you  and furiously and feverishly causing you complete a quaking, hips jabbing into me, cries of joy filling the room orgasm.  You know me well enough to know that this explosion is your gift to me.
For the next hour we surprise ourselves in how we continue to top the last orgasm with the next one ever stronger. My tongue darts and flicks and changes directions again and again, and each time you respond as though it’s brand new.  I never tire of creating your pleasure as one plays an instrument, stroking and teasing and feeling your body begging for more, sometimes in your beautiful, breathy, moaning sexual voice.  I bring you off several times with my mouth, and come up long enough to kiss you and then finger you to a mammoth one while I suck on your nipples and your fondle my breasts as I grind against your hip. 
We reach mutual exhuastion and nothing has ever felt more true and right.
The impact of the expressions of your pleasure is immense, and as I come up from your final orgasm to passionately kiss with you again, each of us now more comfortable with our making out and cupping and massaging each others breasts as our tongues twist together.  Your chest is sweating and as I look into your eyes, there is a bead of sweat upon your forehead that I instinctively kiss to absorb the moisture.   I too have some perspiration that I imagine reflects the firelight as you look at me, and as deeply as you can, you peer into my eyes to tell me with utmost sincerity within the innocence of your inexperience, that you want to go down on me now. 
I flip onto my back in the bed and pull you upon me from my left side, and your shorter stature body climbs upon me to begin to kiss my neck, gently nibble my earlobe, and move your mouth downward to the thickness of my nipples.  I love the sight of you sucking on them, making them stiff and hard and long between your lips and against your gentle teeth.  My arms around your shoulders and stroking your back is my way of loving you and expressing the pleasure you are giving me with your mouth licking and sucking me and the comforting weight of your body so close to me.   For this being your first time with a woman, the years of fantasy and our long late night talks are perhaps giving you confidence and ability because your hands and mouth are a bit surprisingly very very good.  Your tweaking my sensitive nipples and creating all-encompassing tingles have me believing you are sincerely attempting to prove your love for me with your accomplished technique, and it is like you have known my body and it’s preferences all your life.  When your kisses down my body arrive between my legs, I see you looking longingly at my glistening with excitement pussy while your fingertip traces around my lips, around and in my hair and downward to my slightly ticklish thighs before re arriving at my pussy again, where you moan “it’s so soft” as your fingertip touch becomes the palm of your hand pushing upwards and more commanding motion causes the tingle down there for me to turn into a sensation where my blood runs as hot as steam and the sensation becomes very quickly pre orgasmic from the combination of your touch and the observation of your beauty and the blistering chemistry between us and the sweltering atmosphere in the flickering light within our cabin of love.

Your mouth has its first kisses and your tongue has its first licks around and into my crevice.  Your exploration is not nearly enough for what I need, but I know if I can be patient I am going to be rewarded.   It may sound out of place, but I whisper “play with me” as your tongue trails slowly, so slowly around my wetness while you leave no fold of skin unexplored with the tip of your tongue.  Then you purposely arrive at my clit and your tongue scrubs against me with electrifying results as I accept with restraint a few deliberate flattened tongue strokes before I involuntarily shudder, lunge against you and moan “oh my god baby.”  You moan back into me and continue your expert encouragement of my quickly building orgasm.   I try to lay back and calm myself, to let us both just enjoy how all this feels, but your whipping tongue keeps causing cries of disbelief at how good you are making my pussy feel. 

Then your tongue descends from my clit and you dig into me hard and deep.  I feel it so good inside me warm and just the perfect amount of pressure against me where I am so hypersensitive.  I know that as your tongue opens me, that’s when the gush of my desire sometimes only leaks out, but tonight I can literally feel it pouring out of me and onto your mouth, lips, and tongue.   I feel it running down my buttocks and your hand supporting me there massages me and then all at once you slide two fingers into me while your mouth goes straight back to attack my clit with your swirling tongue.  “You’ve got this,” I whimper as I feel no need to apologize to you or warn you that you are about to feel every bit of love I can give you as a woman.  Perhaps in learning from what I’ve done to you, your shake your head rapidly back and forth, your lips surrounding my clitoris and your tongue directly on it, and I detonate with an outburst of “Oh my” moans and unstable and out of control writhings and clutching upon your head and shoulders as the vibrations rattle the bed, and even the floorboards beneath us.

Your mouth stays gentle with me as I come down, and you blow soft warm air on me and stroke me dove-like and tenderly while your eyes are buried from my sight into my left thigh.  When my rapid breathing finally slows to a normal rate and I let out a big sigh, you struggle upwardly in the bed to lay against me close and I wrap my right arm around you to pull you close. 

“I have something to tell you Brenda,” are the first words for either of us.  “ok ..what ?”   “I don’t think there’s any doubt now ..I am a lesbian.”  “You are ?...just like that ?”   “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life.  I couldn’t love you more.”

All of the sexual euphoria becomes background to the flood of emotions triggered at that admission.

“I love you too…and I always will.”


You reach downward and pull the hood back from around my clit and have me ready to begin a new round of passion and desire and for all the hours we have together, we explore all that we can know of each others bodies minds and souls. 

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