A Lesbian Kiss To Be Desired

To a new year of Lesbian Desire

2011-12-26T12:20:00.001-05:00

My emotions are very strong as the new year approaches.

Feeling a bit scrambled these days, and lonely without love or the touch I so desire. I have so much love and affection to give to someone ...someone I probably haven't met yet . .. but when we kiss and begin to make love I know she will be so happy in so many ways that she met me ...for I will give to her all that has been pent up for too long.

I continue to work on "Carrie" a little by little and will publish it I hope very soon, and I say this with humility but confidence, I believe it is the best thing I have written and by the time it is truly done will serve as my make or break piece as a potential published writer. I DO know that there are some things in the way of me getting published, so bear with me for 2012, which is a year I hope will bring amazing change to my life in many ways.

I have looked back at the posts I have published over the years ...the erotic kissing pictures, the often daily musings, and the relating of the lesbian fantasies and experiences of my life. This blog grew to such amazing success and I am truly blessed! I forgive myself for not writing as I used to ...as I have mentioned, my real life has caused a bit of a dip in my lesbian sex obsessed libido, and my time to write is so very limited. But I think this, over the years, has been worthwhile and has had some highlights and has (if I believe your emails and comments) has had some good and moving erotic writing. (moving is sometimes defined as it makes you want to get your fingers wet), and I am not ready to say goodbye to this, after a quarter million page views since its inception, (that number astounds a country girl like me) even though, for now, it is not what it used to be.

For however our paths have crossed on this blog, keep me in your heart. Carrie will be finished in the next few weeks, and after that, I have about half a dozen unfinished works that are ready to go here. I also want to comment on lesbian and bisexual pop culture as I used to when I began this blog. I have a resolution to resurrect this blog in 2012, and hopefully you will join me and as the postings pick up, you can join me and recommend me often.

May we have a wonderful 2012 together ladies.

A Personal Thanks to YOU

2011-11-02T09:22:00.000-05:00

Thanks for all the nice "are you still writing" and "where are you" emails at akiss2desire@gmail.com . Sometimes I actually feel like I have "fans" ... but the truth is that you all keep it real when you write and so do I so we all stay on the ground and I don't get carried away. Still, getting any feedback on my writing makes me know it is all worthwhile.

The "very long form short story" I am currently writing in chapter form is taking shape and I am not stuck on the details of where it is and where its going but rather real life has taken a toll on my blogging as of late, but I WILL get back on here soon. For the love of Carrie is a mix of truth and fantasy that by the time it is done I will be going for "getting published" more than I ever have, so bear with me. The sites that have used my stories or reccomended my writing inspire me to believe I can someday take this to a wider forum.

I am also getting ready to post a question and answer post with a few of the questions that have been emailed. I am glad you really want to know about the real me and I tend to be as honest as I can while remaining annonymous on here. If you have questions, send them to akiss2desire@gmail.com

Now, I will get to taking care of a personal need ...I have been so busy and so without privacy for so long that I haven't come in about 10 days ..seriously ! I found a favorite series of vids ..."Lesbian Orgasm Compilation" vids on xhamster . Very real and oh so beautiful ..no vibrators or dildoes ...and the one I was just watching before writing this makes me soooooooooooooooo want a girlfriend (or a few girlfriends) to lick and suck and pleasure allll the time.

AGAIN, thanks for being here ....mwuuuuah!
Love
Brenda

For The Love Of Carrie-A Small Town Lesbian Seduction & Love Story

2011-07-27T19:44:00.003-05:00

Readers ...thank you for continuing to come to my site. I have now received more than 2 dozen emails asking when I was going to post another story. I have been working on several simultaneously ...and I have been trying to perfect my craft to consider the possibility of either publishing or , something completely different, self publishing in another way besides this blog. More than ever before I am going to ask for your feedback on my work. Here are the first two chapters of a lengthy story Ive been working on for months. It eventually gets VERY hot and steamy I assure you ...this is the introductory chapters. WHAT DO YOU THINK?? Do you want more ? Communicate with me by joining my twitter, my facebook, email me, or leave a comment here. Thank you again for appreciating and critiquing my work as it evolves.

For The Love Of Carrie - A Small Town Lesbian Love & Seduction Story
by a kiss2desire

copyright 2011 all rights reserved

Chapter One
Here I was in her home. Two married women, and really polar opposites in almost any way I can think. A moment from tasting a tentative and ultra resistant lesbian kiss that would lead to the kind of all encompassing total abandonment sex that can never be portrayed in any porn or mainstream movie, nor even in this short story where I can only attempt to relate the universe of emotions, warmth and even love in the pussy to pussy pleasures we embarked upon the moment our soft trembling lips met. How we got there, ready to make love, with her first lesbian experience and my fantasy being fulfilled, is the once in a lifetime story of the mutual leaps of faith I triggered and she responded to commencing in the many earth shattering orgasms we'd share and a far more penetrating emotional passion as we bore into each others hearts and souls with our fingers, tongues, and trust.

Carrie was a living the simple life, "SEEMINGLY" (I would find out otherwise) happy in her marriage with no children "yet" and moderately active in our church 25 year old who doesn't have "Miss America" good looks by any means, but with a few freckles, and smallish at no more than 5 ft tall, half a foot shorter than me, and barely half of me in weight, it was her beautiful hair, obviously a bottle blonde with a soft feathery look, and her carefree, independent, "don't fuck with me," (especially with that NRA bumper sticker on her SUV) spirit that began to attract me.

I had seen her flirt as a married woman, with ogling men fairly openly, and with her husband deployed in the Middle East, there had been town cafe rumors and even a memorable veiled Facebook accusation that she had fucked around on him. I would later use this knowledge to my advantage. No question that she enjoys the lustful attention of men, and tries sometimes a little too hard to impress those around her, often to the point of when she begins to weigh in on a conversation, and I don't say this as anyone claiming superiority, shows a severe lack of education or information on the topics she so eagerly wants to comment upon, sometimes embarrassing herself and unavoidably, amusing me.   I am among those who can't decide whether to correct her gaffs, of just nod along and say "riiiight." But it's nothing mean spirited on either side, just that one of her traits is that her country girl simplicity often portrays her more of a simpleton, all the while indignantly righteous in her beliefs and oblivious to the perceptions of her. One gets the impression that she is a little too trusting of Fox news.

Having said that, she knows more about the food channel and shopping than anyone does, or could it would appear. Carrie can on one hand talk about what bills she and her husband are unable to pay but still goes through what seems to be at least one designer handbag a month, about which she could do a infomercial for with her enthusiasm for the latest Thirty One or Miche or what have you.   And with whatever her flaws, I had always sensed a huge, generous and giving heart with Carrie.   She is first with a card for the sick, the plate of food for the mourning family, and the ability to turn a negative into a positive.

And I was attracted to her soul and her body. I fantasized for some time about kissing every one of those freckles on her face, and going in search of every freckle upon her body. As fantasies go, this was among the most unlikely to ever come true, so it was checked into the background of the noise of my constant lesbian sexual urges and crushes. Carrie is one of the most unique women I ever met, simple and I suspected she might be easy prey for men who sought to fuck her and tempt her with an affair, and maybe that was purposeful on her behalf. As I thought of her this way, and my lust smoldered beneath the surface of our many casual exchanges, and as our acquaintance turned to friendship, I began to wonder if a closet lesbian woman such as I might win a game of seduction that would culminate in pure pleasure for us both unlike any man she ever dreamed of .

And one other unmistakeable, but notable trait about Carrie. Something she knew, had been told of, and damn sure didn't care. It was that when she chose her clothes, from casual to church attire, it was loose and low cut, and if she bent over or even leaned forward, you were going to see Carrie's small but firm tits full on down to the pink puffy nipples. Her exhibitionist nature is something we can both stake common ground upon, as I too had chosen most of my clothes based not only upon beauty and comfort and sale price, but also for how much I could show of my 38D cups, an old habit that showed even though I had become more and more lesbian in my self perception in recent years, I still enjoyed the multitude of reactions, from shy and averting eyes to the direct stares my cleavage caused. .

But aside from the fact that I too am a bit eager to show off the puppies and for probably the exact same reasons as she with the exception that I wish it would be the LADIES that would notice, I am on the other hand, much different in body, mind, and style. I'm the tallish, 5'7" chubby. big boobed wide hipped girl who aside from trying to avoid the sands of time, is starting to show a bit of wear and weariness in both my body and attitude. In contrast to Carrie, I probably try a bit too hard to get people to like me, ever compromising, and overly willing to hide many of my true beliefs and feelings , most especially the fact that I live a completely small town straight life while in the body of a raging, dare I say nympho-maniacal lesbian who talks about almost anything else, but unceasingly thinks about sex while being unable to make the overtures towards almost any of the numerous women I come across on any given day. I constantly imagine what it would be like to elicit from each "mini-crush" screams of orgasmic joy. My combined circumstances of A) The joy of motherhood combined with B) The living hell of a husband that I haven't loved nor felt any sexual benefit from in so long it's embarrassing to relate, literally keeps the raging lesbian slut that lives within me in check so that I am properly portrayed as one of the "good girls" in our small community.   I am the girl who gets the laughs from sarcastic quips, worries about everything and trusts almost no one. I'm the epitome of of Wal-mart sophistication.

One might wonder how Carrie and I could get along so well and our friendship be blossomed as I am such an opposite of her in so many respects. Carrie: the tiny, bubbly, carefree, outgoing, stringy haired bleach blonde with all her youthful energy. Me, Brenda :the taller, buxom, mid thirties, a bit reserved with people I fear could hurt me woman who keeps quite a few secrets, not the least of which is my closet , however full blown, and neccessarily publicly subdued lesbianism.

When our friendship went from casual acquaintance to something deeper, she, by her very nature, wished to keep no secrets from me, and so it became a matter of time before I would unleash my secret to her...or should I say ON her.

Chapter two:

We became more than just church acquaintances when she had taken note of how many times I had commented on her new purses. She put me in touch with a Thirty-One rep and soon we had matching purses to compare, and as I look back that seemed to be the ice breaker.    We weren't on calling and texting terms but over the course of the next few months we were magnets to each other in a couple of casual gatherings, on Sundays where we both were more often than not in attendance at our small Baptist church, and one extremely drunken party, . With each conversation with her I realized I had a crush on her that was growing and I wondered if there would ever be an opening to let he know that, while pondering exactly how huge a chance taking revealing that secret to her would be. Would the major risk every outweigh the benefit? The bigger my crush on her got, the more I started to believe the answer was yes.

It was that drunken Saturday night that might have been the first time I could have walked through that door of saphic revelation.    That was the first time the topic of lesbianism came up in conversation. The manager of the Food Lion whom we both know was there as well, and Carrie said, "You know shes a Lezzie don't you ?" "no...how do you know," I said, in the duality of wondering if I might have a chance with the girl I had known originally as the cute cashier, and wondering where Carrie retrieved that information from. She told the story as only Carrie can, beer in hand, with the ever present low cut top and every man and woman near her losing track of the number of times you could casually see her milky white tits.

"Well I was talking with her about a month ago when this great big black woman came up, huge muscles, over six feet tall, I can't tell you how fucking big this woman was...more of a man than any man here I'll tell you, and she says "hold on," and then they gave each other this big hug...REAL close and I'm thinking like "what the hell," but I didn't say nothing, and they're making eyes, she's hugging her around her waist and putting her head on her shoulders...I mean, this is at her WORK, and not hiding a thing. I'm thinking y'all need to get a room, looking like husband and wife...seriously...and it turns out the dyke woman...the butch...the great big black girl??? She's a cop! And she goes, "you know my girlfriend don't you," and then when she knew my jaw was on the floor after the black girl left, she said she'd given up on men and went gay. Thats a quote..."Ive given up on men and gone gay." I mean, whatever but you know there's old people in that there Food Lion that if they knew she was a carpet muncher they'd never shop there again right ?" Her comments and the way she told it sounded like a stand up comedy routine, and the alcohol didn't hurt, as we laughed at the way she told her juicy gossip. It really WAS a surprising thing in our little town to see anyone, at least anyone above a certain age, to act in such a non-conformist way.

I obviously let my lesbian lust enter into the thought process of her story. I couldn't figure out if she was ok with the fact that our friendly well known Food Lion manager was gay but just not that it was with a big black woman or what ? Did she use the slang terms to elicit laughs, or did she harbor true prejudice. Or was she in the mode of protesting so much about the situation that it revealed the topic of lesbian love was on her mind as much as many women who suppress the urge. My drunken mind considered a multitude of reactions, including attempting a crude joke or hinting that lady love was not a problem AT ALL with me, and furthermore wondered if I should drop some major hints at the newly outed woman in case things with the butchy black babe fell through. My contemplations of how to get to know the Food Lion manager better came to the forefront, but nothing came of that. Mostly, the rest of the night, I was dying to know more about Carrie. Trying to find out just what Carrie's thoughts about two women together ...something we all have thought of, but have differing results. Her eyes sure lit up when she told the story ...it was at the very least intriguing to her. It was like I could feel her adrenaline soar when she told that story, but I couldn't be sure if it was the sexual nature of the gossip, or just the fact that it was some VERY juicy small town gossip indeed. As it turns out, the very action of going over and talking to Sheila for a few minutes, without any sparks, allowed a seed to be planted for me and Carrie. " You didn't tell her I told you did you?" Carrie said to me after noticing my private conversation with the woman she had called a "carpet muncher." "Nahh...didn't tell her anything...but then again, I don't think I'm her type...and you DEFINITELY aren't" With the alcohol loosening my content filter, I did manage to stammer out, "She said don't knock it til you tried it," which she didn't really say, and the comment went seemingly unnoticed by Carrie in her own little world. However, I commended myself for sticking a toe into the water of revealing myself as someone not a bit averse to a little carpet munching myself.

Be that as it was, Carrie was creeping into my fantasies and the wheels of my mind were starting to formulate the possibilities with me weighing the pros and cons of risking our friendship and trusting her confidentiality should I be so bold as to just go for it. While I had enjoyed a few casual lesbian liaisons, eight to be precise, 6 of which were one night stands, or more correctly, one afternoon stands as being married and sneaking away made necessary, it had been since high school that I came on to a friend, and that experience hadn't ended well. In fact, it made me gun-shy to come out to anyone so close since, as it destroyed a best friend relationship, caused people to ask questions I couldn't answer, and sent me into a nearly suicidal depression. But as I more and more accepted my lesbianism as an irrefutable fact in my late twenties and more heavily in the past few years, I realized the moratorium on making passes at best friends wasn't going to last forever. And though Carrie just didn't give me the vibe some other women sometimes did, it was the way I looked at her, and the way she trusted me that kept me thinking I might not be able to resist.   And, as any closet queer will tell you, as long as it's just fantasy, its safe. But, great was the number of times she'd be prattling on about something of little importance that my mind was wandering towards imagining the taste of her thighs and the feel of my tongue upon those perfectly alluring swollen nipples. Thoughts of her kept growing stronger and one late night I masturbated to orgasm using only Carrie as a muse, my pussy pulsating , throbbing, and truly letting go a deep and powerful one that had been building up as my desire for Carrie had been, ringing my ears I came so very hard, and I formulated belief that I had to know if something sexual or deeper was possible with us.

Chapter Three

And so it went until after a church service on a blue sky Sunday in April we lingered in the parking lot outside the children's swing set while my son played and laughed next to the sanctuary, and Carrie came over to say she was putting out a huge yard sale but if I had time I could come over and go through everything and get first dibs on anything I wanted. I know she considered it a favor because of my economic situation that lent itself to being adept at finding necessities as well as luxuries at yard sales.   That week I had some expendable cash and was dying to spend it, and so we made a date for one weekday afternoon. Our friendship was growing, and this was the first time she had ever asked me to her house.

The day arrived and I dressed as close to a pure tramp looking to get picked up at the end of a bar as I thought I could get away with...what I always called my "Fuck Me" look.   I drove up wondering if something might happen, that day or ever, with the two of us.   But that first day in her home was a bust for my lesbian lust. I went to her living room, got the tour of the two story country home that I admitted to her made me envious, we drank iced tea, I spent around 100 dollars with her saying at every turn things like "well I was going to put that up for $20 but you can have it for ten" and by the time I was walking out the door she was GIVING me name brand, barely used things to take home. While we didn't make love, our friendship took a leap in many ways.

That day we sat in her living room and talked about alot, and it seemed we bonded in spite of some of our differences. As we talked about family, gossiped about people we knew, and shared childhood memories, we both became more comfortable and soon enough the conversation turned to sex. She simply had no filter when it came to any detail of her life when she talked to me...as she would say "Brenda, you are just so easy to talk with...I can tell you anything." That day I was already struggling with the need to put my attraction for her to the back of my "that will never happen" department of my mind.   But as the subject of sex was discussed ..and discussed...and discussed at length for it seems for half an hour or better, she told me all there was to know about her marital and pre-marital sexual likes, dislikes, preferences and experiences.   I LOVED it, and shared very little because she just kept going and going. It seemed she wanted to tell me everything, and quite a few details as well about her experiences, and she even dropped the bomb and admitted to the affair she had been rumored to have had.   She made it seem so innocent. After all, what was a woman who loved cock as much as she claimed to to do while her husband wasn't there. The affair was with a much older gent, and to hear her tell it, she was just doing him a favor. A kiss had turned into making out, and her generous nature prevailed. "Well his dick was just so hard and I just couldn't leave him like that. He just HAD to have relief," she drawled, and how I nodded and went along with agreement of how I would have had to suck him off as well. My confessions were er mostly of that nature, as I confessed as much as I felt comfortable, but not nearly as much as Carrie continued to confess.   She made filthy things she said sound sickeningly sweet. "Dontcha just luuuuv the preeecuuummm when it sticks to your lips and makes that string," and I laughed and confided how much I love and even just how very many cocks I've loved sucking over the years.   A fly on the wall would have thought we were having a blow job symposium with the techniques and experiences we were sharing. But all through the conversation, I knew that I never had the chance to say anything of the sort, but my mind was shouting the words "PLEASE LET ME EAT YOUR PUSSY TODAY. " I guess she couldn't' read my mind. I was thinking so much of her in a sexual way that I was numb and unable to act in a bit of stage fright. The moment was clearly there, but I couldn't seem to find just the right opening to say something like "oral with a guy is great, but have you ever gone down on a woman ?"

But as the afternoon sun streamed into the room illuminating the dust particles that floated about in her quaint country home, over lemonade and her homemade cheese dip for crackers, how this long discussion og the most heterosexual of the female sexual experience, somehow it paved the way for the lesbian understanding we would eventually have as being so eager to please as lovers.

She talked about her husbands Tom's enormous size, girth, and how she knew how to give the best head in the world thanks to a cousin (cliche or not ..its true) who had instructed her at an early age. I freely shared some cock sucking techniques with her and our notes compared favorably. She would ask a question about my husband and I like "do y'all do anything kinky," for which I told her the relative truth that my husband and I just don't have sex much at all, but her real reason for asking would be that she wanted to share her kinky stories with me, which included quite a lot of outdoor fucking and sucking. "Give me a n a soft bed, " I objected and exemplified our differences, "....and sometimes in the backseat," I offered giggling.    It was a randy, somewhat sisterly conversation that I truly loved and was entertained by. And anytime I I talk sex with a girl, even though I don't come right out and admit my lesbian desires and experiences, I try to leave a little bread crumb trail for someone to connect the dots if they are looking. I blush when admitting "the only sex partner I have had lately is my right hand and sometimes I cheat on that lover with the shower head," to which she replied enthusiastically "I've done that too," and then at some point when she talked about their dirty movies I confessed "I watch a lot of stuff on the internet ..its just filthy porn ya know ...but, actually, I enjoy reading erotica much more," She said "maybe you'll have to show me some of those websites," I replied "well...the sites I go to might not be for everyone," for which I didn't inspire a follow up question, so that one just laid there. Yet...connect the dots right ? Well, the picture wasn't in focus enough for us yet.

Lets just say that the first meeting with us was an icebreaker and in between the first meeting and the second, I pretty much made up my mind to take a chance and make a bold pass at her if the circumstances were right. It had been so very long since I had been with a woman that I was going crazy. Almost drunken with lesbian lust on a daily basis, my fantasies run free and the more I thought about Carrie, the more I thought it just might be a chance worth taking. Many risks, including being outed at church. But I masturbated daily thinking of Carrie, and the next time we set up a time to hang out at her house on a weekday afternoon, this time to watch one of my favorites movies she had on her DVR, it was like setting up a date.   The movie was a silly one, "The Little Mermaid," of all things, but she said in her country accent "I have that movie permanently saved on DVR ..I know all the words," and I said "I do too," what followed was easy, "you gotta come over and watch it this week, what day are you off," as if she would not take no for an answer. I loved that she enjoyed our friendship to extend it to this slumber party like get together...but I was determined that it would be more, or nothing at all.

I headed to her home not 10 minutes away and down an unpaved road thinking and plotting and planning and wondering. I went from being bold in my thoughts and saying to myself," Just kiss her, just go for it," to completely chickening out with good reason in the knowledge that I truly had too much to lose if she didn't respond to me.

Back up to her home that afternoon, back in Fuck Me attire, back in her living room with the dust particles again in the air and the homemade snack straight from the kitchen of the would be next great Food Channel star, we chit chatted...we poured more lemonade, ...we talked about her beautiful plants and the weather and everything that's both interesting and boring at the same time. We took our places on her couch on opposite sides as the movie began and I was relaxed and feeling no pressure to make or move or not. I love this movie enough and to share it with someone who shared my enthusiasm for it was plenty of excitement for the day...if that were all that were to happen. And, I realized, if not today, perhaps another day. During the movie we shared a couple of crude comments that included "he likes her cause she's always wet," and some things like that made it fun to watch a childish movie with an adult mind. But there was a point where she said something like "Tom always says at this point that all women taste like tuna..he thinks that's so fucking funny," and I said "Oh thats just wrong," and laughed, "they do NOT," perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, and then said as if trying to be cute, in a fairly frivolous little girlish voice came my BIG MOVE in saying "pussy tastes like rainbow skittles...nothing at all like tuna."   We both laughed out-loud, the thought of what I just admitted out loud caused the shock wave that went through me. I had done it ..and now what would the reaction be ?

Well the earth did not immediately move off of it's axis.

A few more minutes of the movie went by while my mind raced as I made a decision based on attraction, opportunity, and horniness to be more bold. But the way to move in on her was (as it always is with me) a lost cause as my mind frantically searched for a way to turn it up a notch.   Why did she not say ANYTHING.   I knew damn good and well she was THINKING about what I said. It was obvious and begged a response of "how do you know."

"Hey Carrie, can we pause this a second, I gotta go pee," and as I excused myself from the other side of the couch as her I walked in front of her and admired her beauty again, looked into her eyes and said "ya havin fun with this ?" and when she said "sure, aren't you ?" Her voice was a bit nervous and quivery and I knew I was right...she WAS thinking about what I said. I picked up her hand and gave it a squeeze and said "It's not the most fun we can have," and stared right into her eyes waiting for a reaction. There was very little, just a blank stare that was as if to say "what are you up to," but after the few seconds of silence I let go of her hand and made my way to the bathroom.   It was there that after I pee'd I checked my look and made sure my hair and makeup were the best they could be under the circumstances, I felt I had given enough of a hint for her to think about some things. One final check before re-entering the living room, I pushed up my boobs and straightened myself out, and walked out determined to change my life, and hers, forever.

Chapter Four

Back on the couch, as soon as she started the movie, I didn't ask permission, I laid down with my head on her lap, adjusted myself and got comfortable and noted her slight discomfort her saying "oooooh kay ?" and I am already getting wet cause perhaps I am the only one of the two of us in the room that knows where its going to end up, or at least hoping for it, but i am loving it and feeling empowered.    Looking back I was wayyyy overconfident in my seduction, but it sure came out ok in the end.

My head on her thigh against the fabric of her jeans, a couple of times I lazily stroked her thigh, an act that didnt define a lesbian commitment yet, but opened the door to the maybe's in her mind. I felt her stroke my hair and complimented me on how soft my thick mane was, and as the tension mounted in the room my adrenaline was rising awaiting the moment I would reveal my intentions.

The credits rolled and I turned around to my other side, facing away from the TV and looked up at her, and she looked down at me and smiled, but was truly confused.   Then I kissed the zipper of her jeans---kinda of quickly...but defitely kissing her pussy through her pants and looked up and went "mmmmm tastes like skittles," and she laughed uncontrollably. We giggled. I sat up but instead of going to the other end of the couch, I sat facing her directly, pulling my knee up on the couch, and looking her in the eye.

"Carrie...I gotta tell you something," and she smiled a friendly smile and drawled "Whut?" and in the few seconds that transpired the nervous smile she had evaporated slowly to a more serious "tell me" kind of look. I am pretty sure I built enough dramatic tension for her to realize I was about to drop a bomb on her. My left hand placed upon her thigh, my right arm raised until my fingers entwined in her golden bleach blond hair, I broke eye contact, looked downward and stated, "Carrie, it don't taste like skittles, and honey, I know about that more than you realize...I know exactly what it tastes like, and I LIKE it,"   I waited a few seconds, still looking down before raising my head to pounce upon her lips, so unexpectedly, but purposefully, so softly. She stiffened and resisted in such a way that I was kissing and feeling passion for her sweet, soft, small lips. But she was not kissing back, and a slight opening gave me a moment to slide my tongue inside for just a peck, and just as I felt her start to melt a bit, she pulled away. We shared the inevitable, stereotypical "what the hell was that" stare off into each others eyes.

"I ...." I stammered for a moment and for the right choice of the million words I had dreamed of saying at this moment, " I have been wanting to make love to you for a very long time. You are the most beautiful girl, and I just can't resist those baby doll eyes any more. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to ruin our friendship, but I want to make love to you and show you how much fun two women can have together...if you'll let me." and I squeezed her thigh formidably "will you let me ?"

No words came from her mouth, if not a horrified look it was certainly the look of surprise, I stroked her thigh and ran my fingers through her hair.

She was completely motionless, not daring to make a move...neither of acceptance, but most importantly, nothing of resistance. Not knowing what to do she was frozen, and then her eyes closed, she stretched out an arm to put it on my shoulder, inviting but maintaining plausible deniability, not willing to make a sexual gesture, but not putting up a stop sign. I tugged on her hair gently and moved down to stroke her shoulder, then downward towards her chest, and traced the V of her V-neck, knowing her skin was tingling at my touch, and then I lowered my head this time not to kiss her lips, but to open my warm mouth widely and gently begin to suck upon the nape of her neck. She teetered a bit towards me and I felt the first signs of her resistance begin to crumble, and I caressed her ever so slowly while tasting her skin as a delicacy to be savored.

Finally she uttered a thought aloud with bewildered indignance. "I didn't know you was a lesbian" she said in her thick country southern drawl. I laughed a little as a reaction, and continuing to kiss against her neck as I responded "Nobody knows but Carrie how can I resist how beautiful you are. You are so beautiful...so pretty..." and then opening my mouth wider to suck more passionately upon her neck, "...and you smell SO good..." and then pulling her closer to me and adding passion to my kiss upon her neck...."and you taste sooooo good...soo good Carrie I want to taste you alllllll over"

This time our mouths met with her permission. She tried kissing me back with her inexperienced mouth. It felt awkward...though not without passion or potential, but I could feel alot of hesitation and doubt in that kiss. She held back so much that I decided not to force the issue...at least not that moment. There was still so much fear in every moment between the two of us ..her fear because of the surprise of what was unfolding and how unsure of what was coming, and me in fear that something so delicious, so erotic and something I wanted so badly to continue could be taken away if she withdrew her fragile state of submission to the pass I was making at her. I realized I was in a bit of a competition with her mind, and perhaps even her perceived morals. I knew among the thoughts pinging back and forth in her brain that she was considering a multitude of factors and senses and history... not the least of which that this was both of us cheating on our spouses, that this was homosexuality, that this was something she had no idea was going to happen, and perhaps the most insecure thought that I realized was that if there even was a lesbian bone in her body, perhaps it wasn't even attracted to a woman like me.

I gauged every signal. Her rigidness, tenseness and inability to or refusal to relax were negatives I plotted to overcome with my mind racing to invent ways to simultaneously pleasure her and assure her while not losing the moment. I wanted to fuck her, not rape her. I wanted this afternoon to be the first of many times, not the only time. My mind screamed to say the words "I'll stop if you want to," but I did not dare actually SAY that, because I selfishly felt I was far beyond being able to stop and refused to give her such an easy way out if she was contemplating it. On the other hand, she was clearly letting me do as I pleased, and while not passionately responding, her breathing was unmistakeably aroused, her body trembled, and her lack of either verbally or physically stopping the music I was making on her skin encouraged me to further my mission.

Carrie knew me as her companion, friend, and movie buddy. But I breathed into her as a passionate lover, a knee jerk difference from anything she ever saw of me before, and might not have ever dreamed of, as I continued to persuade her with my mouth, hands, and moaning into her skin "I want to make you feel so good ...sooooo good Carrie...relax and let me love your beautiful body. "

When I make out with a woman, my right hand has this mind of it's own and can't resist gravitating towards a breast.   I have noticed this trait over the years, in that I think I want to make out more and save some of those breast sensations for later, but almost involuntarily, my lips upon a woman and the right hand goes to encircle a breast and introduce itself to the nipple upon it. In Carrie's case, her left breast within the thin fabric of her bra veiled by the faded cotton university V neck T shirt she wore received my touch, a squeeze and gentle lift of her small but firm B cup, and as my thumb wiped over the nipple area, I felt the definite response of her nipple stiffening and previewing something my mouth would eventually come to know. She had enormously and unusually long nipples, and easily the most sensitive and responsive to touch.   I was wildly turned on to feel this response from her body, her nipple jutting out as much as it did, and in that moment I felt her soften and the allowance of my intrusion to not only her body, but, her expectations as well.

There at exact moment of the first over her clothes contact with her breast as my lips continued to kiss and lick her neck, I received two verbal green lights to go from Carrie. The first was a rapid exhale that almost seemed combined with disgust, either in me or herself, but nonetheless had me ready to recoil should she back away, but then she said tensely and through gritted teeth "You just keep on going don't you. " She sounded like she was ACCUSING me of something hideous. "Mmmm yeah," I moaned into her neck. " You just ain't gonna stop ," to which I responded with a deeper moan with more tongue against her skin and another exquisite grasp more firmly of her breast. It was difficult for me to form words but managed "I want to make love to you so much...you re so beautiful." With her breathing unable to hide how her body was responding any longer, she panted, "If you don't tell nobody, (and she paused for around 10 seconds) I don't want you to stop ...but you gotta know something." I stopped kissing her neck and rose up to look int her eyes, my hand removed from her breast to gently caress her back and bring her body against me. She broke our gaze to look away, as if she thought she was disappointing me, her accent more pronounced, "I don't think I'm ready to eat your pussy" I thought to myself "So thats the holdup," but responded by pulling her close and saying "Oh Carrie, that is soooo not what this is about. I want to make love to YOU, understand ?" "But I'm not no lesbian," she said, determined to be able to deny the existence of our passion if she needed to for her souls sake, and I almost laughed in both amusement at her simplicity in the matter, and relief in that the game I'd been playing the last half hour to seduce her had been won. "All I care about is your pleasure ...nothing else matters," I reassured her, and pure joy swept over me in victory that went deeper than my desire to create her ultimate response.

All of this initial resistance is such a sweet memory to me. Because I always felt like there was a very sexual, sensual woman beneath the exterior she projected.   The man crazy woman I had known was putting up a hell of a fight, but the woman she became began to be unveiled in the moments and minutes, in the throes of the multiple orgasms she was about to experience like none she'd ever known before, and the cries and wails and digging nails that followed that afternoon in the ultimate release of my sapphic seduction of her came to fruition.

As I approached her lips with my open mouth to kiss her once again, her eyes remained open as did mine, but they were as soft slits as though awaiting something delicious, and this time her mouth parted to welcome my darting tongue. Her tongue swirled around mine and our arms moved naturally to embrace. I didn't let up in the kiss and let it linger and linger some more, until when we broke she commented breathlessly "your lips are so fucking soft....damn thats soft,' and I replied, "you like it don't you ?" "Yeah I like it," she reluctantly admitted. And as though it were a demand, "again!." It was a one word and barely audible request I obliged with with my hungry mouth, once again adding a palm against her firm breast, once again feeling her nipple springing to life in response to my touch. (end of chapter four)

Chapter Five
HER NIPPLES. Oh how the first moments I focused my vision on up close, felt between my thumb and finger, and especially the first moments of feeling her stiff nipple between my lips ...these are almost sacred moments to me. I had seen them quickly before in the revelations of her outfits, but fully excited, her nipples fully protruded at least a full inch, sticking straight out almost exaggerated and even (oh gawd I can't believe I will write this) cartoonishly long. But...NOT grotesque...not in the least. Just the longest nipples I ever saw counting Phys Ed showers and movies, and even though I've seen full, long and freakish nipples on the internet, until hers were so close to me, I never imagined such a thing as being something I'd experience. And it is the most exciting thing I ever felt and took me back to the first time I ever touched a throbbing penis or kissed a wet pussy, feeling her nipples respond and her body respond to the sucking and licking I gave them that day will forever stay with me and haunt me so.

When sucking her nipple, her body would quake gently, her excitement level unmistakably heightened with each original suck or lick or graze of my teeth. I am not a biter until I KNOW a woman wants that, but show me the signs or make the request and I will pinch them til they almost bleed if its what gets a woman off. But for Carrie, my ministrations towards her tits were passionate, but on the gentle side. My mouth is all over her breasts with the milky white skin and the wonderful dark pink confection I gobbled and slurped on to the delight of both of us. "Oh baby you are SO good at this," she gasped between breaths and soft moans while her fingernails gently dug into me at the neck and shoulders.

While this is happening the constant beat of my pulsating pussy has me grinding against her, and the knowledge that her own sweet clit was throbbing awaiting the warmth of my tongue and lips and was certainly already building to the first of her orgasms. I swirled my tongue on her nipple and around the areola, to the soft underside my mouth would wander while my hands grasped, squeezed and lifted, or alternately, fingertip stroked her skin and her other nipple. When I sucked on her left one and pinched the other one her body would writhe, her sweat soft high pitched moan would make me deliriously "sex drunk" , and when I could feel what I was doing to her in a given moment was really sending her, my own moan would accompany hers.     While not stroking her side or other breast, my hand worked its way through her soft hair. Then, while it was almost a difficult thing to detach my lips from upon her tit, while I sucked and sucked like I could NOT get enough, I needed the kiss of her lips and the taste of her tongue more for a moment and rose up to meet her mouth, which kissed me so deeply and passionately that I fell with all my weight half on her and half on the bed.   When breasts are against naked soft breasts, it is the most wonderful and delightful thing where each of us knows how good it is as just a zing of excitement and the knowledge of "I know what you are feeling" in both of our minds. But her stiff nipple protruding so sharply into my soft big breast, and then my own pointed nipple grazing against hers, and this happening by accident, or perhaps by soulmate fate, riled me head to toe.   I then sought out to duplicate that feeling purposely, rising up to hang my boobs dangling onto hers, laying on her back, our eyes met and she gave me a mischevious "I know what you are about to do" look, and our nipples grazed, and bumped, and smooshed against one another. that feeling wasnt enough and so I grabbed my tit and guided it up and down. Her hand joined mine, first upon my tit, and then she grabbed and squeezed her own so sexy, and we rubbed our erect nipples against each other slowly, but wonderfully, in a way that I never had done before with a woman, and t admit that I have seen it done in sex vids and it turned me on would be an understatement, but I never saw women do it and enjoy it as long as we did, which was probably closer to three minutes than two. It felt so good I didnt want to stop and she was loving it too. Plus, doing this gave us a bit of a break from all my mouth wqas doing as it had been wandering from breast to neck to nipple to her sides and sometimes to kiss a hand, forearm, or even to suck on her finger. My mission was to drive her wild with my mouth, but truthfully, she had only been with men before, and men had mouths. But in this moment, we were doing a purely lesbian thing, and while my mouth rested my mind churned, plotted, and planned for her pleasure.

As I was sitting up over her with our tits kissing, I was loving her beauty, and loving seeing her so turned on. I knew my wetness was spilling and felt the first wet drop trickle out of me and down my leg...a typical response for me which I will write more about later. But as for this moment, it was seeing her chest rise up and down with her heavy breathing matching my own, neither of us knowing words to say, but saying everything.   Her fear was still evident, but she was not only giving into me, but participating and truly having sex with me. Touching my breast a bit, feeling its pliability, looking into my eyes with a "don't stop" mentality evident, a "whats next" trust evident as well, and one more time I lowered my lips to her tit and sucked it good, with her moaning again under me, her hands grabbing onto my shoulders and back, and then on my own breast. I lifted my leg to over hers and mounted her thigh with my soaking cunt while opening my mouth as wide as could be for the deepest of french kisses where she gently sucked my tongue. Waves of electricity shot through me.

Now with all this play upon her incredible tits, and all the excitement growing, I had purposefully avoided her pussy. Why ?   Deep down I know I wanted her to ask for it ..maybe even beg for it. As I grinded into her with my wet lips and stiff clit letting me know I was going to come if I pushed for it, I restrained and slowed down, and made our love sweet and slow. Her thigh met my gyrations and my thigh got into her mons and we started a rythm. Her moans were starting to gravitate towards the loss of control whimpers, and I was completely proud of myself.   But I was also SO hungry for her pussy.   And I was going to go down on her any second. But it wouldnt be the same story if she hadnt asked...hadn't begged....but ...she did.

There is a moment in Wizard of Oz when you are excited and you know its going to be good and everything is great and on its path, but its stll not what you came for. Then, Dorothy Gale opens the door after the tornado, and suddenly, EVERY COLOR APPEARS, and it is SO right. And making love with Carrie took that turn...when it seems the whole thing seems to change color.

Carrie took my right hand and squeezed it so tightly it slightly hurt, but a pain that I knew was her communicating to me in the throes of passion that she felt passion. I didn't think for a second she was going to stop me. And after she released the hard pressure with all her strenght in holding my hand, she pushed it straight down her body, over her left tit and still stiff nipple, and and put my hand on her soaking wet swollen lips, where I immediately found and gave my first stroke to her clit, her lips so moist they sucked my finger inside, and she gasped and sighed deeply, and when I heard these words come out of her mouth desperately but with both desire and most importantly, a command, it was like that moment in Wizard of Oz...everything changed in the sound of her words that will forever echo in my mind.

"Brenda....PLEASE," she wailed, "Please fuck me with your fucking tongue...NOW...Eat my pussy," she commanded and then acquiesced from her further restriction, "and I'll eat yours too."

Lesbian Lady Lovin Guide to HBO True Blood

2011-06-26T16:23:00.000-05:00

So you have heard that there is a little lady lovin going on and you want to check it out with the new season of TRUE BLOOD on HBO ?   Here ya go:

The Lesbian Guide to True Blood

Pam Swynford De Beaufort Played by Kristin Bauer, Definitely tangles fang and tongue with the women she loves to "eat" and for a little eye candy works in a strip club.

Evan Rachel Wood (pictured and extolled about in other posts on this blog) has a character named Sophie-Anne Leclerq is definitely lesbian and is real life out as bisexual, as is castmate Anna Paquin.
Nan Flanagan is played by Jessica Tuck.   If she is in a the limo with a lady, things are about to get fangy

And also there is an out lesbian in new Season 4 cast member Fiona Shaw who was in an LTR with Saffron Burrows

My Lesbian Ode to Reese Witherspoon (rated R)

2011-06-07T23:00:00.001-05:00

reese in a lesbian liplock in real life

This past week on the MTV Movie awards, which has seen its share of lesbian kisses and moments over the years with the lesbian kiss in Black Swan being nominated this year for best kiss, and last year Sandra Bullock and Meryl Streep liplocked, of course, the blog "A Lesbian Kiss 2 Desire is always watching for the latest. So, this year, Robert Pattinson, cute as hell but NOT as cute as the wolf in those vampire movies, exposed Reese Witherspoon, one of my all time biggest lesbian crushes, as "1/3 Lesbian." She explained later that he "underestimated her lesbianess" Well allrighty!

I do NOT want my poetry skills to be judged on this one, ok ..for better examples of my poetry, please link to my Lesbian Poetry or my acclaimed poem "Soft Butterfly Flicks." But this one I had to share with you and is just for fun! Fun rhymes about my lesbian desire for Reese Witherspoon

Lesbian Ode To Reese Witherspoon
by akiss2desire
On the mtv movie awards
she took a joke from a costar
a vampire pretty man
who said she was 33 percent
not straight but lesbian

now I have always loved reese witherspoon
in everything she's in
and my heart skipped a beat or two
when i heard she might be 1/3 lesbian

when then she said to an interviewer
33 percent is an underestimation
It led me straight to fantasy and
right to masturbation

I closed my eyes and pictured me
and reese in full embrace
I pictued making her come so hard
she ended up in a neck brace

In dreams Im giving Reese my tongue
my skin and two of my fingers
I dreamed of hearing all her screams
her sighs and passionate whispers

Since Reese confirmed she's more than 33 percent
Im wondering
Ive not stopped thinking of what
her face looks like when she is coming

I picture myself between her legs
my tongue in furious stroking
I'd die to know her taste, her smell and
while my fingers are poking

I dreamed of her southern drawl when she
was in "I walk the Line: as June Carter Cash
I rubbed myself so much so fast
I suffered from heat rash

And of course in Legally Blonde she played
a sorority chic with curls
We should have known she was more than 33 percent
as she only roomed with girls

In Sweet Home Alabama from white trash came a socialite
class jumping
and all I could think about for all the movie
was what it was like if we were humping

I know this lesbian poem is strange
about my crush on lesbian Reese
But if we were to get together ever for us both
would guarantee the ultimate release

2011-05-05T22:18:00.000-05:00

HHeeeey, this entry made me laaaugh!! Well, and it got me hot too ;) Your masturbating description was soooo hot and yummy
I began reading this and felt like I could have written it! lol... I hate girls faking for the camera... I totally have a sex plan and methodically put down towels before I begin! hahah :)

So, can I ask if you are a squirter?

HI ...sorry I am so :next week : getting back to you. You asked if I am a squirter...there is alot of talk online about "squrting" and I call myself skeptical of all the claims and sudden surge (pun ?) in women who squirt. Having said that, I was told when I began having sex at a far too early age that nobody was wetter than me or left the bed with more of a wetspot ...and so that I am big about the towel thing LOL. I describe myself as a gusher...so I guess thats the equivalent without the fluid flying through the air all porno fashion. It's not that I doubt it happens ...just not as often as it seems to be claimed. Counting my own, I have provoked the orgasms of 8 women...none came close to something described as squirting. I know I know...didn't hit the G spot right ? Maybe I will believe it more when I get shot in the eye by a woman (as some men have done)

Time for a little lesbian masturbation

2011-04-23T19:28:00.000-05:00

I have written about masturbating before on this blog , as the subject intrigues me enough to want to write about it...especially at a time when masturbation IS the majority of my sex life, or lack thereof.   I truly enjoy masturbating as a genuine, pleasurable and satisfying act of sex that isn't really in the same neighborhood with intimacy, but has, in the right circumstances, just as much pop on the fireworks scale.   I like doing it, reading about, and watching it. I think about sex alot ..and thinking about sex leads to masturbating, and here we come full circle again. So today,once again, as horny on a day to day basis as I think I have ever ever ever been, I write about Jilling off, and if this new posts ads nothing new to the old posts where I wrote about the same thing, so be it. Maybe things, though, are changing as I am inside and (unfortunately aging) out.

When I get horny and am alone and know that I not only CAN masturbate, but that I really want to, no matter what has turned me on, I can feel that my blood pressure is heightening, my adrenaline surges, my heart races, and my breathing becomes shallow. I need to relax my mind to let go of the million things I have to think about, and go to another place...and fantasy or erotica or visual porn takes me there. Now, if we are talking skin to skin, there are no body styles I discriminate against, and in fact, am mostly attracted by genuine honesty, eye contact, other things besides the gift of what God gave you. But, visually, in imaginative fantasy or porn I like my women, apparently, a bit on the trashy side, a thought that was driven home when a co worker who was male was talking about the women he was into and another girl said "gawd you sure love em trashy," to which I had to admit, I liked the same look in women that he did. Boobs, honestly of all sizes and shapes but big boobs are wonderful nipples the beg to be sucked. What am I choosing for vids   ??? Tube8 is the one that I keep going back to ...its interesting that sometimes I stumble on a new site that seems to have what I want and the next thing I know I am eradicating a virus from the laptop. So, forewarned, all of thes free porn sites have that as a catch...be careful. But if I can ever find a twosome that looks like they aren't faking for the cameras ..I am there.   Another theme the past year has been choosing the variety of lesbian porn that is usually labled "older younger" or "milf with a teen."   My porn preferance perhaps mirroring my own hopes I suppose, as I noted in the previous post, of wanting to know the "come face" of a high number of college girls in my community.

Weird places to masturbate????OK...a few. I blogged about when Ive masturbated in the car, in the bathroom at work, under the desk at work, all to orgasm. And to the almost stage, snuck in some touching under a quilt at an outdoor concert, and I admit, as a high school teen, under the table in the lunchroom where it SHOULD have been obvious to someone that I was straddling the support for the table in a fairly awkward way that day LOL.

I get asked about this...and no ...I have never been walked in on. Just to get that out of the way ...hasn't happened ..perhaps I should say yet.   Perhaps I should "plan" to get caught.

But on the occasion (lately rare) when I get "alone time", with a trusty laptop by my side...."the big porn machine," its not always so easy but I can come in the recliner in the living room while looking at a vid on tube 8 or reading or even chatting online. But usually, if it is some kind of computer stimulation that starts me on the path to masturbation, I almost alwasy prefer to finish it in bed. So, there are exceptions in that I will, can I say crassly, "rub one out" in the living room, but once my mind is made up and I have the time and privacy, I prefer to go to the bed.   I almost always need to "plan" because I am such a gusher when I am excited that a towel needs to be put down, or the sheets need to be washed afterwards. ( can get away with it if its first thing in the morning...sheets will dry by the time anyone gets home. But generally, the plan is to get the towel down first or even if I don't put out as much, I am THINKING about it too much to focus.

I almost always take my panties off but sometimes have left them on and rub through them...and same goes for my shirt. On a day off and alone in the house, I am most often braless in a tshirt or jammy top, and those allow plenty of access to my tits unless I choose to (rarely) suck them for extra stimulation.   Honestly, that stimulation is more for my mouth wanting to feel an erect nipple in between my lips than for the way it makes my body feel, but nonetheless, it makes me sizzle when I choose to lift my boob up to my mouth and suck, nibble, or even bite.

So here I am...to bed to get myself off. Wanna come along ?   If you are still reading, I imagine so.

I sometimes lay on my stomach and rub myself from underneath for a few reasons...the front contact against a pillow or the bed ...or, if on my knees more, I really have always liked the way my tits feel when they hang. I will have to admit though that the mindset of my masturbation when I am willing to put forth the effort to do it on my knees, is that I am reallllllly deep into fantasy and NEEDING something that feels a little more real than just the palm, fingers and hands.

So the other more common way to do it on my stomach is to lay on a pillow and reach under, but also I have a neat little toy that works for this position, and of all places, I bought it at Walmart (home of your favorite sex toy ?) It is a Bug Vibrator that just REALLY has always felt good, and it brings me off slowly, but surely powerfully when I use it. So I insert my bug vibrator under me in a way and hump it while holding a pillow.   Its nice and can be powerful if my mood is just right to do it this way ...but again, all this to tell you the "other" ways I do other than the most common way.

My most often way to get myself off is that I usually I lay on my back and begin, ready to dive in but you should know that at this point I have usually been diddling and rubbing while I was downstairs with that laptop in the recliner with teeny touches that zing and sizzle that got me to the state of "I'm ready now."

I start between my legs with my palm on my labia. I like to foreplay with myself...knowing a little teasing takes me from wet to very wet. I like the sensation of a finger inside my vagina when I am sloppy wet and it takes me in fantasy to times of my fingers driving someone else to that sensation. I usually start with just my palm against my clit while the excitement in my mind builds the fantasy and the pussy ache suggests which motions are best. Circular and alternating harder pressure with more gentle pushing. I alternate pulling my legs inward and then spreading them...and also do this when I am being licked by a girl. Pushing my legs out straight and tightening my thigh muscles along with rapidly flicking my clit can bring about the quickest orgasm...but the big , luxurious, explosive ones ones go like this.

Mostly with my right hand I curl my middle finger to the underside and rub base to tip in medium rythm. Sometimes I add a second finger and use a massaging, soft pinching motion. Sometimes when stimulation is building I "gently pat" my pussy.   I have some very tingly places that are nice to touch in the folds and crevassas. Sometimes I gently pull on my lips.    My left hand is the wanderer....it may tickle my thighs, massage a breast or pinch or pull upon a nipple. But at some point, the twirling of my finger and thumb on my clit and the occassional dips down for more moisture, combined with the rocking of my hips and the opening and closing of my legs at strategic times take me physically, and more importantly mentally to a place where I am no longer in self foreplay, but now am fully INTO it, and at that point my wandering hand will sometimes join in with the ever diligent firhgt hand pull the flesh above my clit back with the skin taught, spreading my lips there, which forces more swelling of my clit and exposes it. ...a technique that I have used to add to cunnilingus to every woman I've tongue fucked.

While all of this is going on physically, it is nothing without the mental stimulation of both imagining what something would be like with the someone I am dreaming of, combined with the experiences I have had that make me so vividly remember a womans response to the pleasure I create for her.

As I mentioned, when its so slippery and, I hate to sound so mechanical about this, but the finger and thumb are engaged in a combination of light slow touch, or medium rythym, or rapid stimulation, if I am on my back at a certain point when the first orgasm is ready to pop I can guarantee its release by tightening my legs, buttocks, pointing my toes down and rubbing intensely til it goes. But, a deeper orgasm is usually possible, don't know how to tell you when or which times it knows to "go for it," but in those times I spread my legs as absolutely wide as they will spread with my legs pulled slightly up. About half the time I don't make it all the way to orgasm this way ...I get a "false one" as I tend to call it in my mind, and I have to come down a little and try again another way....but the times when I get over this way, I rumble head to toe, I can feel my vagina pulsing these enormous, powerful, full body gut wrenching BOOMS, one hard, two harder, sometimes the third pulse the most incredible before subsiding four five sometimes six decreasing in intensity booms. My clit is so swollen after one of these that I'd love to look at it in that state.

I usually like to come at least twice, and after the first one take some time for the electricity to settle down to where I can touch my clit again. I guess its true that the first orgasm is usually the one where the fantasy gets me there ...its more mental...and the second one is just where im really into my self and its more of a task that gets done down there...but I know if I stop at the just one, usually, my pussy and clit are just crying for more attention for the next half hour. Sometimes my second one is with the shower head.   Sometimes the second one is the biggest one and may take a long time to get to, but when its like that, I realize its worth it. Soooo woth it are the big ones !

I have a few days where I have nothing to do and devote to sex. That, for me, is writing for the blog, and for the both of us, the therapy of mine that it is to write it, and the joy that you, in fact, do read and write me what you think, keeps it going and going and going. Gotta get me a bunny vibe don't I ? Keep hearing great things.

Co-ed Lesbian lust leads to masturbation ?

2011-04-21T20:28:00.001-05:00

I live in the country, but very close to a bustling college community where a trip to walmart will usually involve literally dozens of encounters with college girls. I'm not just a closet lesbian in the bible belt, as I say, but one with an extremely high libido and one who just doesn't get laid enough ...in fact, I damn near don't get laid at all.

Well, dear readers, something happens i9n April in a college town. In the winter, perhaps a trip to Walmart will involve me noticing a woman more usually closer to my own age or even older, but all those college girls, for one thing, are not out in force, but for another thing, aren't dressed like that! . But a few warm days, and a chance trip to town for bargains, and one after the other after the other intrigue me. I'm like, "she's hot, wow so is she...there goes another, " and by the end of the half hour I've mentally fucked a dozen women, all under 23 or so, and not a damn one made eye contact with me, flirted with me, or knew I existed.

i wish we lived in a world where we could be as honest in a Walmart as we sometimes are online with women from who knows where from sometimes. Imagine coming up and just laying it out there. "Pardon me, but do you realize your cleavage shows around 45% of your breast, which by the way is of perfect roundness and desirability, and between the sight of your boobs and the beauty in your eyes, I just want to tell you that if you want to have your pussy eaten like it's never been eaten before, here's my number, my email, and an offer to show you the hardest orgasm you've ever known." Now, as someone who generally appreciates subtle seduction and the delicious ache that comes with the anticipation of the what if's of the lesbian flirtation process as it applies to a closet fem like me, I have to admit, I wish there were a time and place where that kind of blunt force forwardness was welcome.

Now throw this into the mix. In addition to the annual showing of the cleavage festival the advent of spring brings about around here, now I run into the girl with the "I Kiss Girls" T-shirt, the two co-eds who were obviously a couple and in a very public display of affection that went beyond (sorority?) sisterly, and the girl who was not dressed to impress a woman per se, showing enough skin and tattoos to make it impossible not to associate the term "slutty" if even for a fleeting moment, and trust me when I tell you that I don't mean that term in any derogatory way at all, especially with the rush of blood in my veins her look inspires, making me feel like a trucker dyke with a chain wallet and a thick redneck accent saying under my breath "I'd like to fuck that."

While I confess this lust of the impossible connections to you, what simultaneously bothers me is that while I am ogling tits and mentally undressing these women as much as 15 years younger than me, trying to imagine their "I'm coming" eyes while multitasking the pricing of macaroni and cheese and pretending to listen to my 9 year olds enthusiasm for the latest video game he craves, is that my sex drive geared up like this, in this way, goes firmly against everything I would LIKE to pride myself that the lesbian me is about. That I CLAIM to be attracted to ... the sense of humor and intellect and "I'm interested in you" reactions to a good give and take conversation, seems non-existent when large, medium, and small breasted women of the community I live in insist upon choosing every stitch of clothing to torment me into aching, bursting, needing to masturbate horniness :)

So masturbate I will ...in my next post. :)

The Lesbian Saturday Night Live with Helen Mirren

2011-04-15T08:17:00.002-05:00

Saturday Night Live with Helen Mirren was an eye popper for lesbian pop culture. In one skit two female cast member Nasim Pedrad and Kristen Wiig got to come into her dressing room to fondle, squeeze, admire, and even motorboat Helens boobs, and in another skit, Helen played Eleanor Roosevelt in an impossibly un fact checked spoof of The Kennedy's mini-series where Eleanor makes out with Marilyn Monroe in a deep lesbian tongue kiss., played by Abby Elliott. The most lesbianest SNL ever !

Vintage lesbian erotica to touch yourself to anyone ?

2011-03-23T10:45:00.000-05:00

This just does it for me ..I dont know why and probably can't explain it. It has to do likely with repression, and lesbian love in a more repressive time. And of vulnerability ...after all, what kind of woman of the 20's would have been right for a girls gone wild. Every now and then I peruse the internet for something like this instead of the hot and heavy vids or erotic stories. This works just fine ! Swollen - check ! Tingling-Check! My oversexed need to touch it - check !

Deeper Than She Ever Was, Lesbian Tribbing to Mutual Orgasm.

2011-03-08T16:35:00.003-05:00

Heyyy ladies :) I am reposting this from 2 1/2 years ago. It is a bit of a shared sacrifice ..in that when I usually write here, I mix my true and real experiences with fantasy ...something I think "real authors" call "artistic license." So when I read this post from so long ago, I realized that it was pretty much note for note as it actually happened with her ...my love who was 10 years younger than I ...and this was probably our most special of nights we were together in that we had more time than we usually would have, and each one of us was determined to make it special. I think, in looking back to that night, that we were really in love. I have rewritten a few portions of it to clean up my original mistakes and add some detail ...but the story is the same. She was determined to go deep. She had emailed a few "lesbian fisting" shots and so it was not a surprise that this was on her mind ...and my chubby hand wasn't going inside her tight pussy....so I knew she was thinking of doing it to me. She had said she wanted to take our relationship to a deeper level, and in this night, in many ways, not just when she plunged all the way in, she did. Remember, I am the one who says she doesn't like penetration ...yet, this is one of the most fulfilling, satisfying, and brutally intimate moments of my life. This night of lovemaking which included both fisting and tribbing is perhaps, besides my first ever lesbian experience, is the one I might want to go back in time to if ever I had a time machine. Yes...the best. In re-living this by re-writing it and reposting it, I realize just how much I lost when I lost her. One other note ...this is one of the few of my stories where I get right to the "good part.' ENJOY :)

So ..here is my rewrite of one of my 1st person lesbian erotica stories from late 2008. Let me know what you think at akiss2desire@gmail.com

New Lesbian Sensations of my Symbiotic Soulmate

by akiss2desire 2011
all rights reserved.

We are in an awkward position on the bed ...facing each other. This on our knees, fully unclothed position that we had never been in as we had wasted very little time getting from our passionate kissing and making out while our clothes were still on to the bed and what we had come for that night. We have sure seen this face to face on our knees on the bed thing in vids…and here we were, but it just felt like an awkward way to start. Too distant…not close enough to her. We have kissed and pecked and groped and stroked just a little. At that moment she wants in on my boobs with her mouth, and because she is so tall, she has to twist her body downward to get her full mouthful. I am loving the sensation, but of course I want her to be more comfortable. As we lay down together her mouth never leaves my right boob. Like we are in a symbiotic dance. I dont know how we managed laying down together still connected like that ..but it was an oh wow moment, and an indication of how perfect sexually everything this night would be.

She had sent me a few pictures in emails of shots she had found on the internet of lesbian women fisting. I understood her curiousity. And this being the 6^th time we were together sexually, we were coming a little more out of our comfort zone each time we made love. Trying new things, exploring, trusting each other more. I also understood very well that she didn’t mean she wanted to me to do it to her. She really wanted inside me . . . all the way.

In this evening with her, the younger woman . . . a cashier at a discount store in town, and the woman I had seduced. I had spotted , crushed on, and flirted with her and noticed some sort of spark, enough of which to cause me to do something I had never done as a small town bi married mom …take a chance, make a pass, and frankly, I picked her up in bar speak. and for me, that sense of victory that came from her being virtually the first woman I just "picked up " from basically being a woman who was giving me the "vibe." Her gorgeous perfectly rounded grapefruit sized breasts that at her age of 21 were so pert and couldn't help but remind me of the truths of my age and the childirth I had gone through, to borrow the cliche about a young woman's tits, the definitely looked like they had helium in them they were so light and perpetually lifted. And ...I know it thrilled me...that they were MINE. Oh, and her perfect thick hair, how I loved that it was all over me as much of a character as her mouth when she "did" me. (did me like nobody had ever done me before) She always showered me with compliments about my boobs, which she simply could not get enough of, and my eyes. Always with a “Gawd I wish I had your tits” comment most often when she loved upon them, I appreciated every time how lucky I was to be 10 years older and have her love. She also told me with utmost sincerity, that she loved me. This night she told me through heavily made up eyes ...so dark was her mascara that it was almost her goth look, with her customary black fingernails, the seemingly long since removed red lace bra, and all of the extra things she had done just for me that night.

And as she straddled my leg, I arched up we weren’t making pussy contact, ..and that won't do. So I pull her by her cheeks down into me so I can feel her wetness upon her thigh. And then the kisses became so very intense. She opens so wide and slithers her tongue all the way into me, and pulls away, knowing that I will use my lips to clasp onto her tongue to suck it. We like this too much, and she falls into me and while I caress her sides and back, sucking her tongue, our breasts mold together and our bodies find a way to get even closer to one another.

I’m feeling more vulnerable with her than with any other woman ever, and she moves her hand dwon to find me so obviously aroused by her, wet and throbbing from the moment I woke up knowing we had this evening coming.   When her two fingers quickly turn to three, shes getting deeper and its feeling very good . Next after a squeezing and lifting of my breast, she slides down slightly and slightly off of me on the bed, moves so that now she is working my pussy with two hands...the non penetrating hand massaging my button expertly.

Missing from our usual love making is, I suppose, the love of oral that we both share so that someone can’t wait to get to the other with her tongue, but her hands are feeling so very very good and even though I am the one who generally discourages anything more than gentle penetration, she is testing me and causes me to shriek in such a way that she freezes, and I freeze, and she is not sure if she's hurt me.   She did. It was obvious…just a bit, but after I can catch my breath I give her permission to continue as I add my hand to her in the slippery wetness and pull her deeper...its ok...i want more. My mind is starting to read her and where this is going.   I like what she is doing to me totally ...maybe not cause it feels better but because it draws us closer this way, with yet to be felt intimacy. . I am figuring out that she is testing my depth and I begin to wonder if she wants to fully fist me.   We really hadn’t talked about it but I knew from some comments she had made that it was on her mind. That is not only soooo much farther than I have gone...but I am sure at this point in my life I'd never go there…I am not someone who does sex so extreme…or am i ?   In this moment I am deciding I am willing to go there with her if she wants. How did she get me this way?

I need to feel her and I can’t quite reach her so I adjust our close cuddle and separate us for the moment, disengaging her grip, and I turn around so her hand and fingers can get me in from behind and as she comes up on me to the side and from behind I can better reach back to finger her. After kissing my back and shoulder, with the exquisite feeling of her so soft boobs warmly against my back , she has permission and sitting back upward is quickly back to the three fingers and then ..I am soooo wet ...a fourth enters me and i am sooooo feeling her knuckles and feeling FULL.   She is gentle, slow, and just entering now, not finger fucking but just moving in.   I am realllly enjoying the sensations all over my body and the feel of her clit as I circle it with my finger. I like the feeling of my tits dangling and begging unfulfilled for some attention.   The knuckle and fingers softly push a bit harder…I feel a tiny bit of pressure and a bit of pain but LOTS of pleasure in two ways, in that the way it feels and that she WANTS to know this for us. I continue to finger her and push back against her hand and we rock slowly together…swaying together, and at that moment its clear we can go no further. Four fingers is enough...I am sure she is stopping there and its tremendous.   I feel that pressure and the noises I am making are coming from a very deep place inside me, while her heavy breathing sounds like a runner finishing a spring with an occasional whimper thrown in. We can just do this for awhile I am thinking. About the time I quit thinking about the full fist thing, she pushes deeeeep into me...i can feel her knuckle at a threshold…and the pressure amps up, and the pain ever so slightly feels like it just might overwhelm the pleasure. My mind starts racing and I want to talk about it, but just let it keep going because of my trust in her. My thoughts are “ shes not going to ..shes' not going to, what if she does, how much is it going to hurt, try to relax, try to let her in, no wait, tell her to stop, no, don’t stop don’t stop....let her in...go ahead and do it...im ready I’m ready …oh gawd I am ready.”   Those are thoughts, but what I said outloud was just groans and grunts mixed in with her noises as I fingered her more furiously. At the point where I was fingering her wildly and I knew from her sounds she was closing in on orgasm, she forced it… ...and it was like a POP She was inside me totally. Something happened that was a bit like every single nerve shot a signal like a full body explosion.   And though it might have hurt mostly at my opening at first, there was such an inner satisfaction in the moment. We were both mostly frozen…I was taken over and overwhelmed and can even describe the feeling as being a bit like ready to pass out. I was unable quickly to continue fingering her like that…my body going a bit limp. I began to relax and bit and she is stretching me to no end …knuckles and fingers against my walls, (I am sure she knew not to go to the wrist) and while it is not the best purely sexual sensation for certain, it felt sooo good cause we could not be closer in soul at this moment.

She later reported to me that she orgasmed as she made the final thrust, but my satisfaction was not about anything orgasmic.   We stay rocking together slowly with her inside me for a matter of minutes, with my guttural moans and her calling me baby.   She tries to add to the intensity by fingering my clit with her other hand, but I was electrified and it was too much so I reached down to stop her. Nothing was going to let me come at that moment, although it might have been a good time to try a vib against it.

After a few minutes I say, “We have to stop this now,” and she gently ever so gently starts to slide out of my sopping wet pussy. When she releases me and Im empty there...I am as exhausted as anything from all the tension and desire...and the release of her hand sliding out is comparable to an orgasm. Its over and as I slump down on the bed, gasping, i have never wanted to make complete love to a pussy with my lips, fingers, mouth and tongue as i think I am about to. What I had planned was to flip her and immediately go completely wild on her with my mouth. But she is not done running the show so to speak, and I am in such a trans and mesmerized by her adoration of me, willingness to please me in anyway, her beautiful eyes which so compel me to feel love and loved when she is so turned on and they have that half closed, totally into this appeal. She loves to make love to me ...the giver in me has found a kindred giving spirit and so we share all this. I am so lucky ..and even if I wanted to stop her to proceed with my plan of an hour or so of me giving her oral gratification ....she is on another path and I feel kind of helpless to slow her momentum.

She knows I like the scissors tribbing thing perhaps too much.   It was good the first time we did it and it is something we think will get better every time. Somehow she flips me on my back and we are on again.

So much energy for me on this night, she positions herself against my thigh and our eyes meet as she writhes. I jiggle my leg to add to her pleasure and I can tell when I look in her eyes that she appreciates it. Her hands upon my breasts, then my chin, and yes, I begin sucking her fingers and tasting myself and thinking about how deep she has been. But then she slides up my thigh until our pubic bones meet ...every moment of it feels wonderful but we squirm a little to keep finding just the right spot for both of us. It's a bit like a friendly competition pitting us against each other ..and it's simultaneously a competition where we are a team trying to achieve the goal together. I feel her wet like never before and a contrast of the soft juiciness of her lips on mine. And I can kinda feel her bone when she grinds against me hard. It feels so outrageously good to me and I can tell it does for her too. Mind blowing lose control good. Each time we do this we find new, never before felt sensations, and its kinda hard to do this just right. When tribbing you kind of have to get your own. I mean, its so good in so many ways, physically and mentally. Pussy grinding feels obscene and dirty ...its the thing we do that is a little less about passion and affection and more about just giving each other the ride. It’s the porn girl thing we do with each other. When our lips are wetly meshed together and then pull apart slowly almost like wet glue being released, , the sensation causes my eyes to roll back into my head and my voice to shriek. She is doing the work, with my leg up and my job underneath is almost like a navigator..making sure the thrusts hit each others sweet spot with greater frequency. It takes concentration, humility , trust in one another to accept if it fails, and a bit of a sense of humor. But we are getting it right and with each bump she is saying “I love you,” with growing sincerity and intensity. I am blabbering “fuck mebaby fuck me.” Then she comes down harder on me ...picks up speed ...bouncing her soft pussy on mine...even kinda jolting me...but my swelling could not be more intense and slapping and thudding sounds combined with our pleasure cries and incredulous looks into each others eyes continue to drive us to a new height with each impact of our sex.

My legs are half up in the air and she's contorted in an unfamiliar position to make all this happen. It feels so surreal ...but we are sooo lost in the moment together. We are both approaching orgasm, and she slows down the banging she initiated at the exact stroke I would have wanted her to and then slowly grinds herself in a rotating fashion. Each others clits being wetly glided against. ...it hits the spot again and again and again and I give her every sign im going over the edge. My nails are digging and my toes are pointing and my pussy coming so damn hard I might just pass out. I feel her gush so warm, she always really drenches when she comes, and I reach up to grasp her breast as I convulse below begging her not to stop. She does the same with my breast ..and we are tribbing ,,crying foul but loving things to each other, and and coming and gasping for each molecule of air as we clutch each others boobs....this frenzy of mutual self indulgence united with pure unselfishness to achieve mutual orgasm in the way its impossible to describe, our symbiotic souls locked together.

First Lesbian Love --Weekend by the Sea (Part 1 ?)

2011-02-10T13:22:00.000-05:00

Our Lesbian Weekend By The Sea
Chapter one
The Light of Lesbian Truth Shines In Moonlight By The Sea
by akiss2desire
all rights reserved

I am captivated by her intelligence, her smile, her affectionate way and her newfound saphic desire that spills forth in the words she shares with me. She inspires me to want to give so much to her. For months I have been dreaming of making love to her and tonight is the meeting we have waited for. The salty air of the shore and beauty of the ocean relaxes me. I call her cell and announce my arrival in the parking lot and she says she will meet me in the lobby of the hotel.
After all the online chats and phone calls and two previous canceled (by me) dates, I am finally about to see her in person for the first time, touch her skin, smell her smell, and know her reactions to the things I say or do. I may feel like I have truly KNOWN her,tonight all the truth of our affection culminates here in this one moment that leads to this one weekend of long overdue promised passion between us.

It's my first excurscion alone since leaving my husband of nearly a decade away from my small hometown, the community that has no idea about how the do gooding , church going, making the brownies for the kids soccer team mom has gradually blossomed. I have gone from the struggling with her bisexuality enough to still marry a man, to what has now become a full blown lesbian...at least in my heart, and certainly in the bedroom. I'm done with men. That fact having nothing to do with the fact that the one I was married to was a selfish and controlling asshole, but more because of the revelations in my heart, soul, and yes, through a few incredible sexual experiences, that the label "bisexual" wasn't really for me, and probably never should have been since realizing desire for women in my teens. It wasn't until I was 27 that I looked into the mirror and like the famous Ellen DeGeneres People magazine cover uttered the words through my tears, "Yep ...I'm Gay."

All this excitement to meet her, all wrapped up in my own feelings, and in hindsight now understanding, it was the same for her...the meeting of me, and perhaps even more "intense" because as she says she loves me and is ready for the next step in our relationship, she has never actually done, in the flesh anyway (the mind, fantasy, online and even phone sex not being counted) the things that two women do.   HER anticipation and nervousness certainly trumps mine tonight.

She looks radiant and the silver and turquoise necklace dangles down to give me an excuse to drink in the sight of her cleavage. "That is the most amazing dress I have ever seen," I say, and she replies "I don't know about that, but I bought this exclusively for you."   I know that she means that it makes her boobs look good.   No getting around my comments around this subject before our meeting, and she honors me with the enormous effort I can tell she has put in to beautify herself. Though I knew of how athletic she is from the knowledge of her activities of jogging, working out, and even some extreme sports thrown in, she is surprisingly to me, not just "not butch," but actually very very feminine.

I made the effort in the mirror and with my wardrbe choice as well, but that was 4 hours ago before I left on the long drive from the mountains to the beach. I know it's impossible to "pretty up" the exhaustion I feel from the trip, only being overcome by the half a Red Bull I had drank 2 hours ago in Richmond when I stopped to text her how close I was getting, and the adrennaline coursing through me in the reality of our first face to face meeting.   The text she replied "great, will you be hungry when you get here?" which I knew she had to enjoy the double entendre of whether it had to do with nutrition, or the fact that not only do I crave giving head to a woman every single minute of my life, but also due to the fact that it's been more than a year since I was last making love to a member of the fairer sex, my need to devour her down there was a well known given fact between the two of us.

The texts had counted down the arrival and anticipation.   The "I'm about an hour away," ..then "I am almost there," and the "I am letting myself believe this is going to happen ...I'll call you from the parking lot" excitement of the drive had been one which gave me plenty of time to reminisce about the warm, erotic conversations we had and so that by the time I was in the same room, it was hard not to deny the dull, aching throb between my legs in anticipation of our upcoming night.

So, yes, as we meet and press bodies together for the first time in the lobby of that hotel, there is the payoff of our coming together as two friends, but we know each others secrets enough to know how many times she has thought of me laying in bed while touching herself, and how many times I have craved her pleasure in fantasy..and tonight, and this weekend, we will make those fantasies a reality.   I want to do everything with her, and TO her. Everything that only a lifetime of togetherness would permit, but in this first evening I know I will be tempted to try to do it all. It hasn't been discussed in the times leading up to our first meeting, but as I drive towards the shore I am clearly picturing a weekend where we might just not get out of bed for any more than to pee or to shower.

We are so different that I wonder how the attraction between us kept growing and growing. With each sentence we gained more trust and our neccessary sexual restraint kept smoldering embers going through times apart until the heat between us drew us closer to this moment of intensity and passion before us.

We are both nervous and girl giddy in the warm first embrace that we both easily go overboard with. " It feels SO good to have you in my arms", and know she feels that way about me too. The nervousness we expected a bit from both of us ..but just as prevelant is the total sincerity of affection and the color of her face as it lights up when we realize for how long we have been waiting and wanting for this night.   There are others in this fairly busy resort hotel lobby who may have an inkling that we are more than "just friends," but my fear of "affair discovery" is in the background, and for her, the lesbian Public Display Of Affection hasn't gone over the line just yet....although I can feel the temptation to already take this further.

But not yet.

"Finally," she says. "Finally."

We are lucky enough to get the elevator up to ourselves and clasp each others hands. I look down to the floor and back up ...smile and blush together ...back down and upwards at the floors ticking off til we get to yours. She enters us into the room with her card key and into the room I find a place for my purse, look around and give the obligatory "nice room" compliments.   She asks me if I want a drink, and I can see she has remembered how many times I told her I love margaritas...and all the ingredients are laid out, complete with top shelf Cuervo. "That aint cheap," I say and a little of the best impression effort she is expending on me sinks in.

The kissing in the room is how we begin. It is the MOST amazing kiss with me wrapping my arms around her neck and into her eyes I let her know my passion in the way I look at her. She shyly blushes and there is a centimeter of hesitational head turning ...a "not yet" moment, but as she begins to speak ...whatever she was about to say is swallowed when my lips close softly around hers. A few soft tingle touches of our tongues evolve into tigher embracing and me giving her some deep tongue which she responded to by almost losing her (and both of ours) balance, and the passion is quickly building ...but we both temporarily subdue the "fuck me now" urges and enjoy each of those first lingering wet gentle to passionate, tongue touching to tongue sucking to engulfing and back to flicking tickling contact we share in each of our kisses, from matronly to vixenlike and back again, the minutes of holding her and her holding me while her lesbian kiss virginity is relinquished to my soft lips upon her very soft and accepting mouth. I love these times when the lovemaking can go either way ---tender or tempestious.
The expression on her face is confusion at first, but we stay a planned course to take things slow at first. We both know what those kisses did further inspire the throbbing between each of our legs that for me grew stronger with each mile closer to meeting you on the drive, and I know you felt awaiting me as well. Now the dull, pleasant ache accompanies us both to the balcony.   We overlook the ocean beauty holding hands
We have a king size bed in this luxurious suite, and we both know is the elephant in the room that will be ours later to romp in should we choose to use all of it. For now we sit on the balcony and talk about the trip and the journey and the days before and ahead while the beauty of the shore at night calms us more each minute.

Without us diving right into the bed after those initial passionate kisses, there is a lingering lack of sureity. Not that either of us would come so far as this to reject the other ...but testing the waters of our chemistry and the wondering of how it will start, where it will lead, what delights await us.

But when she returns to the balcony with the refills, I tell her my feelings directly, the things I had been leading up to saying and while she had left me alone for a few minutes to enjoy the crashing of the waves and beautiful view, I readied to tell her in some way that the romance was nice, but that it was time to get to what we came here for. Did that need to be said? Between us in our very verbal relationship, it felt right. So, as she returned, It was time for me to take control and inform her that her lesbian virginity was about to come to an end. I kissed her and held her closely and whispered to her that "I cant wait for the time with you on the bed ...on your skin and in your soul."    A invitation to talk about it more may have me telling her I don't know where to start, like giving her a menu of lovemaking from which to choose, for as much as we both had dreamed of making love, there certainly was no blueprint. The thought made me giggle a bit ...taking me back to my waitress days, and on the menu how do you choose?   The kissing had been our appetizers, and my fingers had already stolen a few grasps of breast, but now before us, the making out and finger fucking, or wet humping you til I explode, or, as I meet the gaze of her beautiful eyes, to drink the nectar of her wet opening and lick her tongue craving clit and for my pleasure to feel every squirm and undulation my love for her creates.

In these moments, I know she loves me and I know we have this magic, but I confess I dont really know what she might like, what things take you farther than the other things, and what really makes you wet.
By the hand I take us back into the room, close the door .   I feel this confidence in her, contradicted by a still fearful look in those brown eyes ..the confidence I surmise is that she knows what she wants, but isn't sure how we get there...and we both know I may need to direct the show ...but I resist the taking over of her or the moment to harness the love turning to lust.   Each others fingertips tracing a line around the fullness of one anothers breast over the fabric and I enjoy the vision of the rumble in her body showing up on her face and her stiffened nipple inviting my eyes to stare at her tits unabashedly. And then, once again standing and kissing, the undressing begins slowly, but that lasts for only 30 seconds or so before we both realize if the clothes are coming off, we might as well get them the hell off, helping each other to whatever fall on the floor in a blur. So fast I hardly stop to drink in the sight of her newly naked beautiful breasts, but how nice it is to see her stare at my body with lust.

   "You make me so wet ..you always have."

Oh the implication that ours is a long love...yet this is the consumation.

Now this is so real for me, but I am aware that it is a bigger moment for her, and I am thankful for the trust we both have in each other. I know from the conversations we have had what she wants from me, and it's unique in that she wants to know my pleasure. I never knew a woman who was so intent on being all that I usually am in bed. I almost have to give myself a peptalk to allow her to take me as she wishes if we get there, but for now, I know from a slight look of bewilderment and "what comes next" in her eyes that I am leading ...and so I lead her to by both hands to the both of us plopping softly upon the bed and I scrunch up to the pillow and with her hand always in mine guide her up next to me, then rolling her from her side to her back, lift up on my elbows to to top her, pressing my skin against hers.

There were many conversations ...questions and answers...not cybersex per se, but emails and chats about each others likes and dislikes, and more than any other woman I have known, she was like me in that she needed to know my pleasure.

Together we sat up in the bed on our knees and she was behind me, not facing me, and reached around me to gently cup and lift my breasts, circling her thumb upon my erect nipples, diving her lips into my hair and against my neck under my hair, and with her lips trailng down to my shoulders pulled me closer as I pushed back into her and felt the softness and heavyness of her breasts lovingly pushed against the skin of my back. This was the most sensational and satisfying way of making love to me and it was really turning me further on than I already was. At some point , as if I was her puppet, she gently pushed me down so that I was now on all fours with her behind me.   I felt a kiss on my lower back, looked back at her and saw what I can only describe as a devil girl smile, and as I tucked my head down towards my swaying breasts beneath me, I felt her tongue gently against first my buttock, and then just in the crack of my ass. I feared how unclean I was down there and was prepared to beg her not to lick my anus, but she knew without me telling her that unless we just emerged from the shower, that kind of play is off limits for me.   I made a mental note to talk to her after our session about it, but for now, her tongue down there was a tickling, amazing sensation and wildy wonderful to feel both her tongue and revel in her presumed devotion to my joy. Next she entered me sooooo gently with just one finger, and i knew that i was amazingly wet.   Our conversations about my disdain for ungentle penetration had perhaps caused her to treat me with ultra finesse, as well as the inner commotion of this being her first time made my mind swirl with so many connections to her and this moment of her fingers feeling my soaking wet walls and my muscles clamping down upon her finger. I shuddered and moaned fairly loudly as if she didnt already know what she was doing to me. She reached under with another finger and brushed my clit and as aroused and enlivened as I was in that moment I felt faint and almost out of control.   She entered me in tenderness and with utter determination to take my pussy with elegance as opposed to agression.   My nails were gripping into the sheet and mattress and with each fuck inside me my sighs and moans increased in intensity and undeniable amazement at her expertise in knowing just how I want it. She had my permission from earlier conversations, and thus, took it and I felt her ring finger wetten my anus and take a very gentle plunge. At this point I was eyes rolled back in excstacy and on the most enjoyable roller coaster ride of trust and companionship within the realm of my ever immenent orgasm.

Oh but the sweet temptation of putting it all off ...as she raised up behind me to snuggle me, once again the delicious sensation of her breasts on my back in my all fours position, I turned my head and saw her sweet smile and as mine returned the favor, we moved in for another of her incredible kisses, and in the tangling of our tongues I began to turn and she withdrew and as she laid down on the pillow I came up on her, spread my legs and inserted my thigh between hers and positioned my wet cunt on her thigh and began to rub myself.   "I'm so ready to come now, ok?" I asked, and she granted permission by lunging into me and kissing me as deeply as ever and with pure abandonment. My moans were joined by hers when I was able to bump her warm wetness with each pelvic thrust, and as I neared my pinnacle she whispered and sighed "fuck me brenda please fuck me...come for me baby come now."

I couldnt not get her breasts into my mouth quickly enough after acheiving such a powerful orgasm, and yet, as I was ready for more, I needed her pussy in my mouth, but was reluctant to dive straight downward, enjoying the soft skin and few freckles on her chest, and sucking engulfingly her wonderfully responsive nipple, then the other, and reaching downward to grab her lips and spread them, not forcefully, but 100 times less gentle than she was with me, heard her squeal of joy and thus realizing the power exchange had notched upwards and towards me, I turned myself around to access her sweet, swollen lips and opened my eyes widely to admire the beauty of this wonderful womans vagina.

I looked backwards at her, knowing this moment of truth. I know that look of bewilderment and anticipation, and was sure she could recognize the absolute hunger I had for what awaited me.
Lowering my head into her muff, the hood surrounding her clitoris was the most fleshy i had encountered and was surrounded by thick hair as well. She had to be coaxed to stiffness and then it took some pleasurable digging to initiate direct tongue contact....I was pulling the skin back and her clit revealed itself ...and as my tongue hit her spot, two fingers plunged into the wettest and warmest place of comfort. Her right hand had reached up to my back as I was turned around on all fours in my favorite position to give her head, and I felt her nails dig into me while the incoherent random sex words softly poured out in sighs of joy. "yes...oh baby oh gawd yes so good"   The words we all use but, because they come from the heart, are in a completely different language with every woman within each lesbian sexual experience.   She was so ready to come that it was pointless to tease her much more, as I zeroed in to her clit with my twirling tongue, rapidly flicking up and down as her legs stiffened and she began to quake and call my name "Im coming brenda ..brenda im coming ..im coming soooo hard," and as the grunts and lunges into my mouth with delicious gushing delight, I squeezaed and massaged her thighs, rubbed her mons in circles, allowed my hair to dangle upon her wet lips, and eased her down as I knew that the night had just begun for me to drink in as many of her joyful responses I could , and for her, with my love, the door to the world of lesbian sex was flung wide open for her forevermore.

The Enlighted and formerly only bi curious writer is now a lesbian ...no, not me ..yet.

2011-02-07T08:18:00.000-05:00

Girl Love - Lesbian Kiss by ~CPainterArts on deviant ART
I ran across a wonderful blog post on Huffington today from Candace Walsh. The link is below, and I encourage you to read it thoroughly and thoughtfully. She left her husband and "switched teams" and explains the things about being a lesbian that totally rock and also addresses the things about giving in to the wants and needs for, as she terms it, "sweet saphic action," that aren't exactly as you might have thought. So that we get five things about why its better to be with a woman, if you have lived all your life hetero, like cuddling, and the five things to, well, not count aside from the fact that the toilet seat will probably always be down. She starts the post with "If I were only lesbian," the age old question many of us asked or still do.

My favorite passage is (of course) about the lesbian sex.

Sex: Imagine sex without that inescapable timeline. You know, the one that has to do with the man's erection, how long he can sustain it, if you can climax before him, and then...lights out.
I know, this is a very reductive scenario. Lots of men are like Sting. They don't orgasm for hours...it's awesome...it's all about your pleasure. But for the rest of you who do resonate with this description, it's really wonderful to have long, open-ended, languorous sex. Instead of the orgasm being like a period at the end of a sentence, the sentence itself is a run-on, and the orgasms are commas. Not that we can't have quickies. We can do that, too.

Enjoy the entire post here.

Skins is a Lesbian Television Guilty Pleasure

2011-01-29T11:54:00.000-05:00

I feel like I have to apologize for admitting how hot the 2nd episode of MTV scandalous show Skins made me. I DVR'd it in the wee hours of the morning and had to watch it before work to hide it from the Fam ...and was it worth the covert activity ? YES. One of the best, most erotic, and tender lesbian scenes and storylines I can ever remember ..if ever ..on American TV.

I'm 34 ...maybe I am not fantasizing about the women in the vid as much as I am fantasizing that I wish it had been like this for me when I was that young.

Skins - MTV Shows

Many Lesbians on TV, Hathaway - Glee

2011-01-18T10:47:00.000-05:00

Just remembering when the Hayden Panettiere lesbian kiss on Heroes was such a huge big deal last year ..now on my HDTV are lesbians everywhere. Makes me want to get one of those 3D thingamajobs.

Anne Hathaway, certainly one of my latest lesbian crushes no matter which way she goes, has now been cast is the lesbian aunt of the show's gay character, Kurt, on Glee. Now that is my favorite Gleegasm ever. Actually, there is alot of gay and lesbian theme on the show (see my previous posts) so it's not a surprise that they keep satisfying the lesbian and gay regular viewers. She will sing, dance, and perhaps, give us a hot makeout session to boot. :)

Here are the details about Hathaways first onstage lesbian kiss

In some other lesbian notes from tv, I saw two things this week with lesbian themes. The show on SyFy called Being Human, which features three characters --a Vampire, Werewolf, and a Ghost , (not trying to capitalize on the whole Twilight thing are we now?) has a character who is the sister of the Werewolf, and she was portrayed making out with her girlfriend. Yayyy for more lesbian characters. In an almost throw away line on Showtime's trainwreck alcoholism comedy called Shameless with William H. Macy as a D R U N K and Joan Cusack (LOVE HER KISSABLE LIPS) as a bondage loving, handcuff using, dildo screwing interesting character, had a brief moment where a female bbw bartender was observing something on the bar's tv, and she says "I recognize those stairs ...I fell down them ..right after I got my first taste of another womans tongue." Yum.

And now comes Olivia Munn's new TV series on NBC this Thursday called "Perfect Couples." Munn does not play a lesbian ..but she SURE comes off a bisexual to me, and always has. She has been the funny girl on lots of things including The Daily Show with Jon Stuart, and I am always excited to see a girl who looks this great and makes me laugh onscreen. Here is a picture of a lesbian liplock with her and a blond beauty.

A Passage from "The Look of Bewilderment"

2011-01-16T17:45:00.000-05:00

Hey ladies...my next story is almost finished. I wanted to share this passage, and hope that you will come back for the finished short story soon. Thank you so much for hanging with me while the amount of my writing slows down a bit, hopefully the quality is getting a bit better (at least thats what I honestly feel.

The kissing in the room is how we begin. It is the MOST amazing kiss with me wrapping my arms around her neck and into her eyes I let her know my passion in the way I look at her. She shyly blushes and there is a centimeter of hesitational head turning ...a "not yet" moment, but as she begins to speak ...whatever she was about to say is swallowed when my lips close softly around hers. A few soft tingle touches of our tongues evolve into tighter embracing and me giving her some deep tongue which she responded to by almost losing her (and both of ours) balance, and the passion is quickly building ...but we both temporarily subdue the "fuck me now" urges and enjoy each of those first lingering wet gentle to passionate, tongue touching to tongue sucking to engulfing and back to flicking tickling contact we share in each of our kisses, from matronly to vixen like and back again, the minutes of holding her and her holding me while her lesbian kiss virginity is relinquished to my soft lips upon her very soft and accepting mouth. I love these times when the lovemaking can go either way ---tender or tempestuous.
The expression on her face is confusion at first, but we stay a planned course to take things slow at first. We both know what those kisses did further inspire the throbbing between each of our legs that for me grew stronger with each mile closer to meeting you on the drive, and I know you felt awaiting me as well. Now the dull, pleasant ache accompanies us both to the balcony. We overlook the ocean beauty holding hands

Feel The Passion

2010-12-28T13:09:00.003-05:00

I lean to her ..she leans to me
softly-"you smell so good."
softly "so do you"

we kissed

"...ive been waiting forever for you to do that" she reiterated

"why didnt you tell me?"

"what took you so long?"

I peck at her lips,, "i dont know....but i dont want to stop"

feel the passion :)

I wish you'd never forget by ~madamMichaela on deviant ART

I like when you call me that ...

2010-12-16T17:11:00.000-05:00

I had zeroed in to that doorknob....waiting for it to move...staring at it and urging it to turn ..and finally it did as you entered my room almost sneakily. No words as you approached, but you took your jacket off to reveal the dress you wore at the party you left early to come up to this room and be with me , and your incredible breasts and cleavage revealed in the soft light were so lovely I elicited an audible sigh, which caused a slight smile upon your soon to be kissed lips.

The five minutes I have been naked and awaiting your arrival since your text that said "I'm on my way up baby," felt like five hours. I can hardly catch my breath now that you are here.   I had missed you so much since you spent around 10 minutes getting me settled in the hotel room and told me you'd cut out of your company's holiday party early so we could have our night together. I didn't mind being your secret. I had bathed luxuriously in the executive suite's jacuzzi, gotten bored with the tv quickly, touched up my makeup, dabbed perfume, and settled upon the softness of the sheets and pillows of this room. A simple country girl like me had never seen it this good.   I was impressed, and planned on doing whatever you wanted me to do when you arrived.   I knew when you got back from the party it was to be our time. I had mulled over how I should greet you when you returned ...in the suite upon the couch in the nightie I brought, in the clothes I arrived in perhaps, or, as I eventually decided, in bed, nude, wet, horny, and ackowledging that we were both there to fuck.   As you had written in your email, "I can't wait to spend the night sucking your juicy pussy."

"How was it ?"

"Drunken assholes making asses of themselves more by the minute. I couldn't wait to get out of there."

"I missed you ....alot."

"I got out of there as fast as I could...I'm even a little earlier than I told you aren't I ?"

"Is this ok ?"

"What."

"That I am in this bed ...waiting for you ...wanting you."

"Is it ok ?   It's my dream come true."

You sat down in the hotel rooms comfortable chair a few feet from the head of the bed. You disengaged our mutual gaze to slip your red heels off. Untucking your white blouse from your red skirt, a white lace push up bra conceals your nipples, but the beauty of your ample breast is evident.

"Did you have a drink while I was gone ? Or two ? " she said making a hand gesture towards to bar where she had told me to help myself to as much as I wanted while she was gone.   Making conversation as she stripped down.

"I did ...Captain Morgan and I are old drinking buddies."

I had visions of climbing of the bed and devouring you on that chair. But you stood up and off came the skirt, but left the slip on. You looked at me and exclaimed "You have the most incredible eyes I have seen in so long."   Out of the chair, you come to me and knelt down next to the side of the bed I am on about midway where you softly grasp my hand which us clasped upon the top cover of the bed. You gently stroked my hand and then lifted my hand to your lips and began to suck my fingers...middle first, then the ring, and twirling your tongue around my pinky, then finishing by closing your eyes sensously and sucking ---actually closer to fellating ...my index finger in long up and down strokes. It felt so good with your warm mouth, and had my mind wildy dancing to wonder what would come next. I was on fire for you, and you still hadn't even french kissed me ..the quick peck before you left for the party helped me understand and trust you ...just a feel I had for you...and now you were giving me incredible sensations with your mouth and tongue ...your experience showing, and my inexperience lending credence to the vulnerabilty I felt in my being and with every nerve ending of my skin ...even in my bones I was at your lesbian mercy and in as submissive state of mind I had ever been with with any lover.

After you sucked my fingers, you pulled my hand to your breast ...so soft. I saw in your eyes when contact was made there how much desire you had and how good that felt that your desires were so astoundingly obvious for me.   You unhooked the bra and my fingernails grazed over your skin and your nipples as the straps and fabric fell down over your shoulders and with a soft tug from my fingers, down to the hotel room carpet. The absolute most beatiful nipples I have ever seen responded to my fingertips touch of kneading and soft pinches. You went from stroking my wrists and forearms while I did this to over top of the blanket grasp both of my breasts. How quickly my senses were becoming overwhelmed with all the sensations our heat was producing.

I knew before I said it that I would be sounding like a "bumpkin" but I said it anyway. "You sure know how to treat a woman."   I meant it in a first date way, and I meant it in a way that had a subtext of submission to wherever she was going to lead us.   "You make me feel like I'm a teenager," I said honestly.   You replied, "I am so taken with you too. This is going to be so wonderful for both of us." We spoke as we caressed each others breasts. "So I hear you love to eat pussy," she said ...."I understand we have that in common," I replied. "I can't wait."

You lifted yourself up, turned around and slithered out of the remaining fabric upon you, and nude now you first sat upon the bed and I looked up at you. ...then you quickly lifted the coves to expose me, your eyes drinking in the site of my breasts and with your mouth agape in a breathless gasp, told me "how marvelous" my tits looked.   I wanted them sucked right then as the colder air of the room stiffened my nipples and drove me to a higher desire. You started to lay next to me and I scooted over to allow you room to get under the covers.

Then you rolled me to my back and looked down into my eyes ..then to my lips your eyes went and you lowered yourself to me.   Our skin now touching and mushing together at our sides, and then the sensation of your lips.

Your lips so soft. Deep, powerful kisses from us both with wide open mouths and warm slithering tongues. Each kiss topping the one before it even more passionate.   You were causing me to say things I didn't care if they sounded dumb or not...but they were things I had never said before. But felt right ..and true. "You make my pussy burn with your kisses," I panted.   Sucking on my bottom lip now, you broke it and said " I wanna suck that hot, juicy pussy." Not ever one to have done this kind of dirty talk before much, I blurted out something that felt right ...."You want my juicy pussy," and at the "yes" you murmured into my mouth into the next french kiss, I said when our lips parted, "want my hot cunt," and you reached down, lifting my breast..then diving to my breast, sucking with a medium aggressiveness upon my breast and my nipple and as I strained not to shriek in delight, you whispered "hot cunt." I answered back, "hot cunt,"   and you said "are you MY hot cunt ?" "I'm your hot cunt."   Your hand upon the breast you weren't sucking now squeezing quite hard as if to leave an imprent ..and squeezing outward towards the nipple then being pinched lightly, then much more firmly "hot cunt" you said into my tit and with a noticable increase in anxious desire.   Your lips released my nipple and my pussy was gushing for you and awaiting your imment touch.
You then lifted up and honched over me and my eyes couldn't look into yours for a moment cause gosh...I never dreamed of this feeling going through my body. Your long dark hair fell upon my shoulder from above, and as i looked away from you...I took your hair into my mouth and simultaneously lunged my hips up into your thigh so that my wet pussy lips would kiss your skin and you could feel how badly I wanted you.

And then you said to me the most sexy, the most romantic thing any lesbian woman said to me in the heat of our desire. "I want you to know that want to do everything with you...at all once...but of course...not possible...so tonight...like this. all the other ways for all the times to come....because I want you to always be my sweet, hot cunt"

"I'm your hot cunt."

"My sweet, wet, burning ....hot ...cunt."

And in case there was any doubt...."keep calling me that ..i love it when you call me that," I told you.

One more deeply passionate kiss and I knew you were to devour me in moments. I was ready to come right then.

"I want you so bad," I said as your mouth sucked in my right breast and nipple hard enough to leave a mark and make a sound as the air slipped between your lips, and you even gulped as if you were drinking my skin in.

"I'm going to make this juicy, hot pussy come for me all night," you said as you began to kiss your way down my belly towards my undoubtedly steaming vagina.   I think I loved you at that moment as much as I ever loved any woman.

You slipped two fingers inside me on your way down ...everything a blur but I most remember contractions of the muscles around your fingers, the twisting and writhing of uncontrollabe of my...and the high pitched noises that accompanied each orgasm, while I either looked down at you in the soft light sometimes to see that I believe I had finally, FINALLY met a woman who loved to give head to a woman as much as I always had.   Your face contorted with the most incredibly beautiful eyes in the throes of each of my poweful orgasms.

Sweetly but forcefully, you spent the next hour wearing me out ..inside and out i am completely spent but i dont want you to stop.
And when it came to for my mouth upon your pussy, I asked you to do something for me. I wanted to suck it from underneath, laying on my back. "Will you ..umm..." and I couldnt say the words "sit on my face" So I guided your thighs towards me and slid under you and explained "...so I can eat you from down here "
Without anything being said, you might have thought you had to do this for me... something in me let that be ok for now. I wanted you too badly to give you any possible chance of backing out just yet. I remember my mouth latching on to your clit with my lips and the tangy, slightly sweet smell of your wetness. Your pussy captures my tongue inside you and releases it gently. I pull you into this kiss upon your mons, or do you push your luscious lips into mine to invite my tongue to continue to penetrate you and slide up onto your stiff button. Your love to drink your thighs upon my cheeks and shoulders. The shudders of your pleasure engulf my soul.
That lesbian fire in me that had dissapeared like a ghost ..now has come raging back through every fiber of my being thanks to the inspiration of your beauty. your way, and the honor of your affection. I cant give you enough with my mouth but I try.
This is the heart that has been beating only for you today ..yesterday ..last week and last month ...and wishes to beat for your forevermore.

Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis lesbian kiss in Black Swan

2010-12-08T08:35:00.001-05:00

Another Unsent Lesbian Love Letter

2010-12-07T08:30:00.000-05:00

Hey ladies. One of my most read posts and one I still get emails about still even though it's ancient is called "A Lesbian Love Letter Unsent" While I work through my fantasy / reality writers block and deal with a very busy schedule, I found the inspiration to write another Unsent Lesbian Love Letter. She, is real ...but she is long gone from my life ...an opportunity that might have been something more if I had sent something like this.

Another Unsent Lesbian Love Letter

I've been wondering for the last month if and when I was going to share this with you, and whether or not it would be in a talk, or in a email, or a phone call or what have you. This very moment, here at 1:32 am and while the wolf is leaving me alone for a minute, I think I am giving in and writing you a letter about some feelings and emotions and even more I think that I just can't go another day without saying in some form to you. So upfront, please let me apologize to you about doing this in email ...I am not able to say what I think I need to say here with whatever words would come out of my mouth (*and whatever word would be left behind) if we talked this out when we are done.

I almost told you when I said to you "I've got some deep dark secrets but not as bad as that girl," when we were talking about that newspaper story, and when you told me I could tell YOU what those secrets were, I ALMOST just spilled all of this there ..but the time wasn't right, and what I am about to write will either brings us much closer together, or could push us completely apart ...in which case I wasn't ready to deal with that reaction face to face. And I already told you that when we went that month without speaking after our fight, I experienced pain I don't want to experience again ...as hard as that pain was is as much as the joy is that we have rekindled our friendship so wonderfully.

And, knowing your schedule as I do, I know that when I hit send on this email, I know you will be alone (pretty sure), your phone will chirp, you will read this mail, and I will sit here, alone, waiting for you to either email back, or call me to talk about it. Yep ...it's a big deal ..so hear goes.

Lisa, we are two hearts so closely tied together and we share both immense compassion for each other ...and to just come right out and say it, I have this constant desire ...lesbian desire ...yes ..lesbian "wanna go down on you and make you come all night" sexual desire, which, as I write this and the tears well up in my eyes from the honesty, I pray you share for me as much as I have desire for you. As I write this and know I am about to send what I just said there, I honestly have no idea if you are going to say "I knew it all along," or if it was a big shock that I just wrote that ..just admitted that ..just poured my heart out in honesty

I remember how I fashioned those words a month ago. "Yes, I've done it with women and it felt right at the time, and if the same circumstances were there again I'd do it again."   Yes, I wanted to say that to get you thinking, and I had two needs when I told you that ..ONE ...that our friendship not be altered in a negative way ..and I have noticed that you have not reacted "weirdly" to me at all since then ...but two ..was a hope that you would right then and there say that you wanted me (which of course you didn't) or that you would give the thought of "us" together and find a way to tell me. As I write this, I have got to admit that I believe there is at least a 40% or 50% chance (I'm such a math geek) that you are going to write me and tell me how completely heterosexual you are and that the thought of lesbian love has never even crossed your innocent mind.   On the other hand, if I didn't believe whole heartedly that there is a spark between us, I wouldn't be taking this chance with this letter.

SO ...maybe its coming clear now ..but if it's not ...I'm alot LESS of a woman who experimented with bisexuality you might have thought about me, and it turns out, alot MORE of someone I believe the term for it you have used is "A big lez."

And ..with a major ..MAJOR crush on you.

I just cannot resist staring mesmerized into the soft color of your eyes, when we lock gaze, I am under a spell I don't care to be released from. These times lately when I can look into them and tell you are so upset, I just want to hold you so very tight, kiss your tears away and make you know how much I am always going to be here for you.    So. the sisterly closeness, my dear, is how it is with us ...thats what girlfriends are and what girlfriends do and would do no matter what. I love having that with you and you know I say it all the time.

Here is the problem..or maybe not a problem at all.

At those times lately when you are so vulnerable because so many things are going on that I can't seem to solve with just a hug, I am looking deep into those eyes of yours and seeing the pink blush on your cheek, and wondering if you realize how much I am not wanting to stop at just our comforting embrace.   When we hold each other tight those times, I feel you holding tighter too ..and I am relishing every moment of feeling the softness of your breasts against my beating heart, and I rub my own against your chest almost like a cat comes up purring against its masters leg. I just know you feel it and I know there is a sexual charge between us, but I also know that some women just "can;'t go there" and so ...you know, at least until this letter, I haven't dared push it. See, at those times I hold you it is ALL I CAN DO not to lower my lips to yours and devour you with the most passionate kiss I could ever give. It is ALL I CAN DO not to lower my lips to the tenderness of your shoulder and your neck and start to softly suck on you there. And Lisa, it is ALL I CAN DO when we are close and I am observing the roundness and fullness of your breasts not to just come right over and take them into my hands, lifting their weight and massaging each one while seeing the reaction upon your face and gauging your need.   I have been close to you lately when I cant turn off the thought of taking your nipples into my mouth and having your breast against my cheek and your soul dancing with mine.

I am so attracted to you in so many ways, and it is so deep that I can't just resolve my feelings and emotions for you with a little kiss or a small confession. Like so many "drama queen" things about me (about us both) I need you to know that this letter says to you that in case you ever wondered if I had just a teeny crush on you (I'm sure you had probably figured out I'd "do you" by now) that it is SO huge and here I am blathering about it and surely knowing this very letter changes everything between us. As it changes...If you don't run scared for the hills...it changes now, at your pace. THIS is my big statement, and now, we go at your pace. But know where my heart and my lust is. I am so ready to take you to somewhere you will never return from, and might not ever want to. The pleasure I long to give you with my body and soul, my lips and tongue and all I know, is something quite from another universe . Not just once ...not just one night ...I want you behind closed doors to open yourself to me and let us thrive and blossom into an orgasmic mutual bliss of me giving all I can with all I have to you.

Call me and tell me you hate me and you never want to speak to me ..and I will accept that ...knowing by writing this I threw our friendship under the bus ...but satisfied and able to sleep at night because I couldn't keep it inside any more.
OR
Call me and tell me you won't fuck me but you will still be my friend...you'll have to buy me KFC if thats the call you make. LOL.
OR
Call me and tell me you cant wait for me to devour your body, your breasts, your nipples and your warm wet treasure with the wholeness of my complete passionate soul. Tell me how fast or slow to take this as we jump together into this lake of sharing our sisterly love to do whatever we may do in secrecy behind closed doors where nobody needs to know what we can mean to each other.   Call me and tell me you are ready for this with us ...the next level, emotional, sexual, and trusting. Let me give you my everything in bed and in my spirit. Call me and tell me you will allow me.

A Lesbian "How I Miss That"

2010-11-19T11:59:00.000-05:00

I wanted to write an essay ..a blog post if you will ..called "Gawd I miss that."

It has been for me now 400 plus days since my lesbian sexual liason. In my "double life" that I lead as a small town married mom who has realized that "bisexual" is no longer the term that describes me, for as a woman who had come to call herself "lesbian" in her heart, mind, in blogs and in confessions to befriended fellow travelers, I have come to accept that "Lesbian" for most women is a lifestyle. My lifestyle is decidededly NOT lesbian. It is small town christian married mom, and thats something that doesn't lend itself to the "lesbian"
that I know I truly am. But for me, at least for now, lesbian is what I am in lust (not just daily, but minute to minute), in bed with all my passion (but not there in more than the previously mentioned 400 plus days) and in masturbatory fantasy (not nearly as much time or privacy as I used to have.)

So ..with many changes in my life, the lust builds and builds and builds. And yes, there have been chances to get my face wet, but those have not felt right or haven't panned out, or especially lately, have not come close to having the time or freedom to explore. And yes, it makes my heart hurt, and yes, I accept the emails from those who say "just come out honey, it will be allright." I think I will get there ..I've been close to it a few times. Til then I will keep carrying the weight.

But Gawd I miss that.

The response of her tongue in that first kiss ...the mutual melting ...the holding each others weight up for the knees that weaken in torrid embrace ...oh how I miss that.
When I pull up on the laptop any kind of lesbian porn that has me believing they aren't so faking and acting, and one womans eyes flare at the other in surprise of what was done by lips or tongue, or when her eyes roll back in sheer pleasure ....I KNOW what thats like, I have made women feel that before, and yes, Gawd I MISS that.

When I remember times when a lovers nipples stiffen at the flick of my tongue, soften when I suck, and poke outward again at the gentle graze of my teeth, gawd I miss that. When a soft skinned, free of body hair, large breasted woman plops directly on top of me and begins to writhe, either kissing me, sucking my earlobes, gnawing my neck and skin meshed against me -breast to breast, thigh to thigh, let's me know how "into me" she is, oh GAWD I miss it sooooo much.

In going down on her, the squirming, clutching, thrusting, or even still freezing, combined with the sounds of her cooing, moaning, sometimes screaming or squealing, in pleasure or disbelief or in loving appreciation ...the rumbling, quivering, pulsating muscle tightening, intensifying to the apex of her explosion as I lick it, suck it, sloppy, passionately, with EVERYTHING I have to give, oh gawd how I miss that.

And the connection ...when established ..when I can give her my pleasure and the power of my own eruption devours our emotions, and the following bliss of sweet holding, soft caress and massage, and the COMING (cumming as everyone loves to spell it) becomes the wonder of coming down. And oh my goodness how I miss that ...so much.
I miss it with those whom I have tasted, desired to taste, and when the number of days get reset to zero, whenever that is, I'll miss it with her.

our first lesbian kiss (best of)

2010-10-27T07:52:00.000-05:00

Best of ...

I am daydreaming about this time when we meet.

I have no idea where it is..but its a sunny day...I know that we are probably going to meet the first time in a restauraunt ...but for some reason in the daydream I am always thinking its like a parking lot or something.

The sky couldn't be more blue and its the middle of the day.

You are even more beautiful in person than in your pictures..and now I can see the beauty in your eyees that a picture can never pick up ..and the curve of the fabric around your breasts lets me know their weight, their sway and a hint of what your nipples look like, a subject i must confess that I have obsessed on a bit from time to time since the crush between us became so strong. You probably have no idea how badly I want you lately ..but my desire is as strong as ever as I crave your affection.

So there we are in this parking lot ..you are their first and as I drive up I recognize the description of your car ...i notice that you have noticed me driving up and when I pull up next to you, you look through the windows and smile at me..wave ...I do the same...put the car into park..check my purse and a quick check of my hair and makeup for the 100th time in the last hour...probably give myself a quick pep talk "this is it" and nervous, excited start to get out of my car and realize you too are getting out of your car. We are exchanging our first smiles and a hug ...a hug in my fantasy that is so tight because I am sooooo glad this moment has finally arrived. I am tempted to kiss you right there but realize we are in public and .....who knows..you may be seeing me for the first time and realizing you aren't really attracted to me...too fat or something.

Even though we both know WHY we are here together at this moment..I cant' help but be so so so nervous and it shows in our small talk...you look great...you say i do..I love that you wore something for me that shows so much cleavage and I have already noticed that you noticed mine when I walked toward you the first time....we knew this is how some of this would be...but now its the reality and we talk about each other instead of ourselves...the mutual admiration society commences its meeting and you have turned me into a giddy schoolgirl who is trying to impress her first crush.

In this fantasy I realize that I will probably be so nervous and wanting to know if you really like me..probably looking for signs that we could have something deeper and stronger than the orgasmic sex that seems a given that will happen between us if not today, then sometime...and that at some point with whatever is said, I feel comfortable enough to take a deep breath and relax ..then I know I can look at you...just LOOK at you in a sexual way and start to think of what it really will be like.

But in my fantasy ..today can't be that day ...because we are pressed for time...only an hour maybe an hour and a half. You have told me that you can find a place for us to go ...but I have no idea where.... so I say..."are you ready to get out of ths parking lot," and we have to decide which car to take....it seems logical to take whichever has the most room ( i have a small size SUV) ...but whichever car we take...I am wanting YOU to drive (in the fantasy...reality can be different if we want it to be)

So you in the drivers seat ..me in the passengers seat...before you start the car a moment when I say "hey...we are alone...finally." and I reach out my hand to squeeze your thigh..."is it ok ?" "yes" .. "no hard feelings if you back out ok?" "Im not backing out.....are you?" "ive never wanted you more" "ive wanted to be alone with you for so long."

The car starts and we start to pull away...where are you taking me....how far? how private will it be? As you drive I am so excited and just looking at your face and your curves and beggining to tingle. I check the mirror again...ask myself if I overdid the makeup ..the eyeshadow ...did i make a mistake going with that shade of blue for our "first date." ...wondering if this was a dress to impress date or in this middle of the day setting where unfortunately you have to return to work (but I dont,) if I left you at perceived disadvantage by wanting you to see my dress up side while you were forced to be conservative enough to go back to work. Still small talk til you get where you are going. I sincerely have no idea in reality where you will take us ..dying to know :) but have imagined a very secluded spot where we will nto be discovered. I touch your thigh as you drive...you hold my hand ...we continue the sighs, deep breaths of nervousness and smiles...you say what I'm thinking and i say what you are thinking as we go down the road to the place.

The vehicle turns off and we are alone ..very alone..I didn't know this secluded place exhisted...and so...and so....and SO ... this ....is indeed IT. THE MOMENT for us. My seat belt comes unbuckled and I know we are aboytut to kiss ..but how? we both sooooooooo know its coming. and want it. i can feel you want all that this will allow us...It's like I can feel your skin pulsating under my lips, and yet I havent touched you like that yet. and again..with you going back to work ...it cant allow us much....we must restrain some...and i wonder how greedy we will be with our wants.

You want to get out or stay in the car ? We decide to stay in (in my fantasy) ..and I come closer to you and lay my head upon your shoulder. My right arm goes around you to your shoulder and then your neck...my forearm is against your breast and we are both aware that we have noticed that fact. can i just lay here lke this for a few minutes..you say its ok and i caress you...you caress me back...tell me its nice..its not rushed. My gawd what a rush it is to look into your beautiful eyes and feel your desire.

You tell me we have to leave at a certain time...and we will keep an eye on the clock..but that time girl..that time will go so fast....racing faster than the beats of my heart at the moment.

Things have a certain order it seems...though I know in the future at a moment like this I would be very comfortable caressing your breasts right now...I know our lips must come together. You are so beautiful as I scoot high enough in the seat to get at your level..a bit above it...not yet...i caress your thigh....and come very close to your crotch without going there yet...you compliment my touch without a word...just the look in your eyes....ready for this ? spoken or unspoken ..thats where we are...i KNOW you are about to know the softness in a kiss like you have never felt and that fact turns me on even more...

lips ............. tongue ............... soft moan ............. melt ............ deeper ..... open your eyes and look into mine ...we have arrived here together in this moment

kiss me back and i will kiss you deeper still.
and I can wait no longer to feel the weight of your breast in my right hand as it lowers from behind your neck.
shifting to be closer and against each other our bodies make the best of what we can in the vehicle.

but

oh babe...so much the desire..we are both flowing into our panties (if you wore any LOL) ...and ...we cant finish what we are starting...today we are just making out...but ...we need and want more.....

did you wear something that i can touch you down there in ? I will know your wetness. I want your hands upon my breasts and take your hand and put it there. I can feel the electricity shoot through you as well as me. oh melt into this with me darling...let this not be our last time but the first of so many.

I am afraid of pulling our shirts off or our panties down in a place that could be discovered....but i want to touch you ....i push a finger into your wetness...."do we need to stop" "please dont stop"
so good
i know
so let me like this
i lean up against the car door on my side of the vehicle...ask you to turn around and lean with your back up against my body..you are unsure...but like this i can smell your hair, kiss your sweet soft lips, enter your blouse with my left hand and feel your nipples harden and respond to my desire, and finger your wetness with my right hand ...and easily all at the same time.....it is not too tempting not to take you over the edge and feel your come....i whisper in your ear...i really wanted the first time to be with my mouth babe....promise me i can bury my face in your thighs soon..."yes" you reply... want me to take you all the way...."please" ...so I will ....you squirm, moan for me, call my name softly, and i bring you the explosion ..."i need to taste you" you tell me..and I assure you that you will ..but not today...unexpectedly you softly grab my wrist and bring my fingers covered in the wetness of your vagina and suck on my fingers...beautiful first with your eyes closed and open them to see me in admiration and pure lust.

our time is up..and we have to get you back to looking somewhat unsexed :) before you return.

more kisssing..more making out...more promises and promises to keep our promises

Glee Lesbian eroticism, tribbing, and drama

2010-10-13T07:47:00.000-05:00

Just want to say..this is as far as Glee has gone with the lesbian thing this year. I about peed my panties when I saw this last night. Lets try to remember that these are innocent High School girls ok ?(I remember being one of those at one time) Here are the images from the lesbian making out (no tender kiss YET, but there was a reference to the two Cheerio's tribbing ) and the dialogue from the Glee episode "Duets"

Naya Rivera and Heather Morris as Santana and Brittany

Glee
Episode from October 12, 2010
(Over the previous episodes it has become clear that Brittany is the Lesbian one with the capital L, Santana is bi, given her relationship with Puck and Brittany)

(Slow pan from the youth pictures of Brittany cheerleading, so we know it's her bedroom, to the bottom of the bed and agonizingly slow to the top with the two cheerleaders lying prone, Santana on top of Brittany, making out, sucking on her neck. )
Brittany (Sighing) "Oh your sweet lady kisses."
Santana"mmmm hmmm...It's a nice break from all that scissoring"
Brittany. (pulling her back in towards her neck and holding her around the shoulders ever so much tighter) We should do a duet together. We should sing Melissa Ethridge's Come To My Window
Santana: (frustrated) First of all, there's alot of talking going on, and I wants to get my mac on. (Dives back into her neck, her right hand headed towards Brittanys breast)
Brittany: Well I don't know just...
Santana: (interrupting and sitting up) Second of all, Im not making out with you cause I'm in love with you and want to sing about making lady babies. I'm only here because Puck's been in the slammer for about 12 hours now and I'm like a lizard. I need something warm beneath me or I can't digest my food"

This dialogue comes less than a week after the Jane Lynch Saturday Night Live episode that featured the skit with her as a closet lesbian coming out to Suze Orman. What a great Lesbian week !

(feel free to repost with link back to this site)

Just A Slice of Lesbian Life ...in bed

2010-09-28T07:42:00.001-05:00

A Minute Of Lesbian Bliss

by akiss2desire

I just cant believe how much I love it when I am on top of her and kissing her and she wraps her legs around my waist and scrunches under me a bit more to change the angle of how i come up on top of her in these heated and emotional deep kisses we share. My tongue goes a bit deeper and I feel those legs wrapped around me grip a bit tighter, her ankles turning into my skin, her toes stroking my bareness. I am so focused on the intensity of our kiss that in the shift of her coming underneath me, my hair has come between our lips and is mingling in our kiss ...but the kiss is too good to break ...we just let the hair dangle between us for a few moments before the absurdity of this acceptance of something quite unacceptable gets us both smiling and giggling at each other in the moment our lips depart one another.

She reaches underneath to pay attention to my left breast with her right hand ...cupping over my bra and digging her nails in gently, lovingly, but with determination to make my skin feel her consideration of my ever elevating arousal. Her digging into my breast with her nails with her firm, but not too much squeeze and lift causes me first to sigh deeply and then decide that her bra must go, NOW. As I reach around to unclasp her, she leans forward to give me the space to do so, and as I pull the fabric slowly away from her skin, her piked nipples revealed to reward my eyes and my heart in knowing she is just so there in drenched anticipation for the delights we are just embarking upon.

On impulse, my next kiss down on her mouth is as wide open as I can comfortably achieve, but as the surprise elicits a reaction from her that simultaneously includes he lunging of her pussy against me, the tightening of her legs around me and a frozen moment of ecstasy she unveils with her eyes, as if to say I have license to do to her anything that I would desire, for she trusts me to always flavor of our lesbian orgasmic destiny.

She likes her nipples sucked slowly and I usually oblige. The noises she makes when I do it drive me wild. She likes to make more eye contact while I do that than anyone else I have made love to. She gazes upon me and I understand the look and that she wants me to look into her eyes as much as possible
"I can't wait anymore for your mouth," she pants, and I know she needs my tongue upon her down there, inside her, and that it time we began the long ride of wave after wave of the oral gratification that is wonderful for us both

Lesbian kissing and fingering and humping and oh my

2010-09-09T07:40:00.001-05:00

Ok...I never came into this as a blogger who wanted to repost things from x sites ...there are plenty of blogs that do that. In fact, for anyone who is with me that long, I think I went a year before I even said pussy on here. But I have to post the link to this free vid and go to it at your own risk ...its two women who start by getting really off on each other ...then end up in mutual masturbation. The reason I share it is that it, for me, is sooooooo rare to find vids of women who do a good job convincing me that the camerman isnt there, or that they are in their own world enough for it not to matter. While I would love to see a progressioin to more oral delights for these two, I have to share this based on what it did to me ..and also, ..blushingly...if anyone wants to know what its like when I am totally getting off ....there are many elements of the reactions I have and the noises I make in this vid ...not quite like looking in the mirror but close. So ..again..I am not here to blog repost stuff like this...but making the exception cause goodness gracious it made me hot this morning.

link below...here is a vidcap :)

Lesbian kissing and fingering pussy

As two women kiss ...

2010-09-07T12:38:00.000-05:00

As Two Women Kiss

by akiss2desire
copyright 2010 all rights reserved

I remember when we walked around that pond and grasped each others hand, the ducks were the only witness and I kept an eye out for anyone who might be lurking and watching us, but it appeared we had the location to ourselves that spring afternoon when the dark grey clouds were giving way to a misty drizzle off and on. "A little rain never hurt anyone, right ?"   I had said as we departed your car for our stroll.

As we tested our chemistry with more quiet mutual contemplation than forced small talk, in as much of a first date as two women starting this affair could have as we had both slipped away from work for this rendeousvous, while the magnitude of our desires had surely not slipped our mind. If it was in our minds to just lay down somewhere and go at it with each other, full out porn style, it wasnt going to happen for many reasons including the dampness of the ground and lack of a blanket, the fear of discovery at a small town public pond, or not the least of which, the decency of two women, neither of which would dare appear to each other as a slut, no matter how strong the throb and flow of the possibilities of all we could give to each other in lesbian passion fully unleashed.
When we came upon the concrete bench a few feet from the water under a willow tree, neither had to invite the other to sit.   But before I sat down next to you, unclasping your hand and reaching down to pick the wildflower, I contemplated that the flower was as content with the dampness of the day as I was with the scenery , her prescense, the perfection of the moment, and a decisioin of whether to hand her the flower, or lift it to her hair and contemplate whether to place it behind her ear . I smiled at her and playfully put the flower there, knowing it wouldn't stay, it tumbled down out of her hair but as if holding on before it settled as if it was planned upon her cleavage.   Her eyes flared at mine and as she didn't remove the flower herself, my invitation to approach her breasts with my fingertips to take the flower and twirl it with my fingertips, but not before those fingertips had lightly scratchingly grazed her soft skin to coax the goosebumps, and while not squeezing her breast outright, I couldn't resist the delight of the touch and sight and seeming innocence of my the touch of my "pink shock" painted nails (not so diva!) testing the pliancy and softness of her breast.   Her cleavage and soft skin was beautiful, her top was flowing in the breeze, and that too was beautiful, her grey eyes shying away from mine was beautiful, and the rush of the rightness of the moment overwhelmed us both as she tilted her head to beckon me, and just before I lowered my lips towards hers, I really too notice of them ...a bit wrinkled from the years and with character, the warm shade of red lipstick she had chosen as carefully as the darker shade I had chosen just for her in hoping that we'd meet our lips together today, and siezing a perfect moment in time, taking both her hands in mine a split second before the fireworks of the meeting of our mouths to soon be followed by her tongue meeting mine perfectly in the middle.

The soft part of her lips and mine on each other and the very tentative probing of her tongue could have been the second to break our first kiss or continue it with the passion I felt and felt coming from her. We both opened wider and into her I deeply thrust my tongue. The contradiction of the coolness of the air and the searing heat between us. I moaned into her mouth and as I eventually withdrew my tongue, she closed her mouth but not her eyes, pecked me and rocked her head forward again to kiss me and I got the message not to stop.   Another deep and emotional penetration to her wide open mouth as we responded by wrapping each others arms around each other, then tightening our embrace as the kiss became more passionate.   My tongue deep within her, she gave me hers the most when we would slightly pull apart and she would stick her tongue out to twirl around mine between our parted lips before we frenched some more. She completely went limp and passive when I licked around her lips, and her eyes were on fire when we stopped for a few seconds to breathe, only to dive in for more and more mutually. Ducks make duck noises, leaves rustle ...the clouds give way to a soft drizzle. Neither of us care about the mist ...both of us know a different wetness.

After the seconds became minutes I lowered to her neck and and took a very deep breath to rest my cheek upon the soft skin of her breast, trusting we were still alone, what words are needed, but spoken anyway, she sighs and holds me ever so tightly, "oh my gawd, you are the best kisser I've ever ...." and she shuddered and half squealed, half grunted.   She pulls me closer and I nuzzle her boobs and sigh.

"I can't wait to show you everything else I can do with my mouth."

Question and answers for akiss2desire

2010-08-10T13:14:00.002-05:00


Just us ladies in the room

I always appreciate the questions I get and some meaningful dialogues are sometimes the result. I think while I am sometimes in writers block for the mix of lesbian fantasy and reality (not much reality lately LOL) I write about, the things I wanted to convey about myself, my closet lesbian life, and the urges, feelings, opinions and experiences sometimes more easily flow from my mind in question and answer form. Sometimes I share those questions and answers here, while keeping the "asker" anonymous. This is far from the most erotic post (ie: it probably won't make you horny) but there are plenty of things in the archives for the first timers. So ..here are some of the questions asked and answered recently by me, akiss2desire.

And before we begin ..I have a question for you (the reader.) I have 2 friends who are telling me how great the Kindle and Nook electronic readers are. Now that beach season is over ..I am probably late on this but, let me ask anyway. If I compile my 10 or 15 best stories, fantasies and experiences in a form that could be taken on the go (The Best Of ...) would it be of use to anyone ? Would it be something you'd (gulp) pay a small pittance for ? Let me know at akiss2desire@gmail.com or in response to this post.
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Dear Akiss2desire,

I stumbled across your blog a few weeks ago and since then I’ve been hooked. I decided to write you after reading that you are addicted to feedback and also that you actually do respond to your e-mails sometimes. Hopefully you will have a moment free from your busy schedule to read this one.

Your stories are …delicious. I love your style of writing and the way you delicately select the words you use to bring us into another world. My favorite is the one about the woman you were in love with who left you but came back to you just for sex. The way you described how when you finally got back together you jumped straight to fucking, just like that without even speaking, was incredibly hot. I can only imagine the attraction that must have been between you two. I wish…but you give proof that it's possible. I masturbate, and I thought it was a lot (that's relative) before I found your blog but since then it’s been like every day, sometimes more than once. Crazy huh? Thank you for your work and for sharing your experiences. Please don’t quit. I’m sure that if you persevere long enough you will achieve everything you aspire to, including your book being published

I would also like to ask you a few questions; they are personal but this is anonymous and you seem to share just about everything else anyway. I can’t believe that you actually plan how you will describe your experience on your blog during sex. That’s just something on a whole other level that I don’t know how to describe.

I just threw that out in the way that I let my stream of conscious dictate what I write ...I was asked about it by lovers and I had to admit it to them, but I didnt think I had admitted it on the blog before. On the other hand, I don't think I am so self conscious about this blog that I find myself saying "Ive got to find someone to make love to or I won't have anything to write about." In fact, when I have tried to hard for love / sex ...I have had my heart hurt, if not broken.

And I understand that you have to keep your whole lesbian life a secret because of your son. That’s very noble of you and he’s very lucky to have come into this world with you as his mother. Do you think that one day after he is grown you will leave your husband and finally have an open relationship with a woman?

I think about it all the time. My day to day, week to week, living the closet life as a church going, community involved working mom, pretending to be fairly happy wife is really not that painful...we are more economically comfortable as a pair and my husband, who is an asshole to me, is pretty good with his son. Our family life, or home life, is truthfully not that bad. Somebody must know that there is more to life than sexual pursuit ..sexual desire and all that takes up alot of my emotions and I reason that at some point, it probably will happen that I will get divorced, get caught and be forced to divorce, or whatever. If it never happens, I am ok with it ...I can imagine myself settling down with one particular woman, or being wild and making love with as many women as are willing LOL. (either sounds ok to me ) It would be such a HUGE change in my life, its hard to believe it might happen ..but I suppose its possible. If there is one thing that never changes is that everything changes.

Also, even though you are careful have you thought about the possibility of being caught too soon and the consequences of that? Are you afraid that you might hook up with the wrong woman one day who might decide to out you for some vicious reason?

GOOD QUESTION and I am living the answer ! I am more afraid of trusting someone who isn't who they appear to be. There is even a woman I have had contact with recently whom I decided to cool it with before we ever got to the hot and heavy and the biggest reason was a vibe that was just coming across as aggressive and possibly the kind of woman who might burn the house down if scorned. I had skipped around that situation with a lover before, and it was nerve wracking. So ..YES ..that crosses my mind and thats not just a F2F thing...if I were having affairs with men I would feel the same way.

Are you a religious woman at all and if so how does that part of you affect your feelings about your lifestyle?

I am a christian woman who goes to a very conservative church. My pastor preaches often about infidelity...but has never preached against homosexuality. I believe that I have flaws and in my prayers ask for forgiveness for them. My flaws are not that I want to make love with women, but I DO believe the wrongest thing I do is take chances and perhaps might get caught which would do damage not just to me, which I could take, but also to family ...which is really my first priority. I know that I have been involved in conversations about bible verses that are believed to say homosexuality is such an unforgiveable sin ...I am not the best christian and tend to be a cafeteria christian...taking a little here and little there and making sure it betters my life ..but some churches say you cant have a beer and wine....My choices sure wouldn't be welcome there either.

Maybe if you have time you could lend a few words of wisdom. I’m 26 years old (next week) HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! and I have just recently allowed myself to open up to the idea that I’m bisexual. I was raised in a religious home and taught that homosexuality of any kind is wrong. I’m still not sure about that but I know I can’t deny what I feel any longer. When I was younger I just thought that I liked the way that other females looked, more in an aesthetic sense not in a sexual way, and I told myself that I would never actually want to do anything with a woman. However, since about a year ago it’s completely flipped; I see the beauty in every woman that walks past me. I just can’t wait anymore! I’m literally aching to put my lips on a woman, stop and smell her, to feel her skin against my skin, to know what it’s like when she climaxes for me. Sigh… I have been with men before, but honestly ever since I started reading your blog I’m not at all interested in having sex with a man. At least not for now.

What you describe is similar to my feelings and experience ...in stages of acceptance ...I have gone from the realization that "of course I am bisexual" at a very early age, to realizing that not only would I like for that to happen I wanted to persue it ...and then in my twenties, the going over the cliff that you describe ..the "flip" of realization that it was likely all I wanted sexually anymore...and that whatever I had done with men was for such different reasons that it was like comparing apples to oranges ..while both sex with men and sex with women are both sex, involve playing with the naughty bits, involve intimacy and involve orgasm....they are truly of different worlds in every aspect. Now, can i say that it HAS to be more than just my little old blog ....you must have been seeking something that came to fruition ..and the realization that you are ready to quit fantasizing and make something happen is yet another one of those steps along the way. When you say "I cant wait anymore" I am rooting for you and now as you are further looking for opportunities to arise, your fantasy may be fulfilled sooner than you know.

I have several issues though. First of all I’m extremely shy and I don’t have the first idea as to how to “befriend” another woman in that way. I would hate to come on to the wrong person and be made to look like a total fool. I know you said to expect rejection but still, how can you tell who is who?

I am African American, not extremely attractive but not ugly either. I try to keep my body in good shape, I’ve got average sized breasts, and a substantial “asset”. I dress fairly conservatively, nothing flashy, no makeup, heels, dresses or anything like that. So I’m not even sure if another girl would be attracted to me in that way. How do I know? Another thing is I’m currently being trained for my future profession at a small school where people like to talk and I don’t want anything to happen which could adversely affect my career. In other words I need to keep it on the down low. And like you, I absolutely don’t want my family to know. Unfortunately I’m not as brave as you are to try and meet random women online for sex. I just couldn’t do it. I just feel that I should have discovered this about myself a long time ago and that time is somehow running out. So what do you think? Am I totally screwed or what?

This is one of the main things I wanted to address when i got this note from you. You know that I have looked for love in some wrong places ..it has worked for me ..I have been lucky lately too in being able to sense a vibe with a couple of women locally. With the girl I met who was literally a cashier at Target, it was like sparks flying from the start ..I was noticing her, she was noticing me noticing her and looking at me "that way," and somehow and indescribably we opened door after door to one another til we made love, fell in love, and broke it shattering against the pavement of our lives. I am at a loss to tell you exactly how that happened except to say that when i tell you I was looking for someone to open a door the day I took a chance on showing her my interest, I would tell you that in the past 4 - 5 years I am ALWAYS looking. However, I asked the question you asked online to women and in forums as well and got much different answers. If you google and ask "where do I meet women ..how will i know," you are going to get alot of "gym locker room," and "join a volleyball league" stuff. That all may work for you too. It may come up in conversation with just the right person as well. Being honest and setting yourself up for rejection may be part of the process. I am trying to be of help ...but it probably is almost of no help if i reply honestly that its different for every woman, and I went Y E A R S between sexual experiences (and am in a "dry spell now as I write this) because so many possibilities online and in flirtation fell through. Like I would get close to someone and she would give me every indication I should persue it, and Id get hot and think "this is gonna happen," and the next time she'd act like she didnt like me at all. It is just so different and YOU will find your way.

Hi,

I just wanted to write you and let you know how much your blogs have helped me. I have been following your sites for about nine months now. I began to question my sexuality seriously around then. I was sitting in class when a girl I had never seen before walked through the door and made me melt. I felt butterflies, anxious, and nervous. I could feel the heat rising on my skin as it crept up to my face. I had never felt anything like that before in my life. I had just been waiting for that special boy to come into my life, but he never did. I didn't understand why I never was boy crazy like the other girls. Sure, I thought they were cute, but that was all. This girl changed everything for me. I was completely mesmerized by her. I found your site when I was just trying to figure all these new feelings out. It can be very confusing to get the lovestruck preteen feelings in college. Your work helped me realize that I wasn't emotionally void of romantic feelings, but in fact attracted to women. As I read I became more sure of myself and more relieved. Your writings were so moving that I continued to read even after I became more comfortable with myself. You still help me today, but in more "grown up" ways shall we say haha. I find it to be the best erotica around. I love reading your perspective and you always put words together so seamlessly. The raw and tender emotions make me feel like I am living your fantasies and experiences. Sometimes it is like you are making love to me (I wish!). For someone who is a total newbie that can be extremely powerful. I always wish I had someone after reading your newest entries. Please continue to update; your site truly is one of a kind..

Just so you know ... your words truly moved me. For whatever reason, the realization of our sexual selves, for most personality types, is at least partially suppressed. I have been able in the last few years to let it out to myself, let it out to a few lovers (lucky me) and let it out, of course, on this blog. Whether it is clear on the blog or not, I can tell you that I write from a mixture of fantasy and experience. I am sooooo in the closet in the small Virginia town I live in. I am still married to a man who I have decided to stay with for now, even though everything I do with women is a blatant extra marital affair, complete with the sneakiness and all the stress that goes with that, I think whats best for my son, (for now) is to keep the family together. I can tell that I am cracking a bit on this, as I was opening an account at a bank last week and answered a question to a virtual stranger, the girl opening my account, that I was "married ...we live under the same roof, but ...there's nothing happening there." Couldn't believe myself for saying that outloud ...and yet ...it was half motivated by attraction to the sweetheart in front of me.

This stuff happens and because its inside of us we have to roll with it. I am so moved by your carefully thought out letter. I am sloooowwwly starting to believe in myself as a writer. A letter like yours to start the day gives me a myriad of emotions and inspiration. I thank you so very much. I truly truly mean that. (yeah ..I'm gushing a bit LOL)

I am a married woman in the south, married a long time but no kids, who has begun the process of accepting my lesbian side (not sure if I am bi or not) but I do need some advice.

I am not prepared to leave my marriage, but want to be with a woman. I can find interested women online but I am so worried about safe sex, since most of the women I meet online who are interested in a fling are not monogamous.

I think I must be the most selfish person on the planet, I want my cake and eat it too.

Thoughts? I can really use a friend with experience :)

First of all ...I know from both my own experience and the notes I get that sound alot like yours that I get since this blog went from a few hits a week to the more than 4000 a month it gets now...that you are not alone.

Since I started this blog I have gone from having made love with 3 women over the course of nearly a dozen years, to now having been with 8 women total and feeling like that is not nearly enough LOL. I am accepting more each day that I am as a lover and a cuddler and a seducer, seducee, and perhaps someday as a partner ..that I am lesbian. And yes, I am lesbian married to a man who does not know and what he does know he does not approve of. So, in some things, we have alot in common. A big difference for you is that you say dont have kids.

My day to day friends don't know and I can't tell the ones in my closest circle ...but where I have taken chances in flirtation and bolder comments has been with those I consider acquaintances...seeming safe...and a couple of things seemed like amazing and meant to be "opportunities" that I felt confident and more confident about "going for."

Wow can we be more similar?....I thank you for your friendship - to help with replying maybe I can ask specific questions.

1. Is there a specific site online you would suggest to meet women? (I am using Fling at the moment)
2. I suspect my husband would end our marriage if he found out, you mentioned your husband does not know but what he does he does not approve of - I didn't understand that.
3. Safe sex, am I making a big deal about it? with men I was totally uncompromising on this.
4. I have not ever cheated on anyone I have been in a relationship with, so there is that tension about what I want to do. On one hand I see it as something different, that I cannot get in my marriage and do not think it will threaten it as I am not looking for a relationship with a woman - am I naive in thinking this? Once I have been with a woman I am sure I will not be the same.

As for advising what on earth to do, I can't ...and in fact, much of what I did would be considered if not physically dangerous, definitely risky in that I have now for many years put my family's well being at risk to have affairs ..and I would not ever advise that as the right choice for anyone else. Having said that ..I believe when I FINALLY am ready to begin the divorce process it will be a new life I suppose.

1-Specific Site ?   No, I am a married woman in a small town ...and if you have to do this discreetly, probably the one you stumbled on is as good as any.    Listen, there is alot in the news about Craigs list, but for me in my little corner of the world, the most honest and sincere responses I got was from the blurb I put on Craigs list. I met a woman that way and actually TURNED DOWN some possibilities that had much going for them but the chemistry wasn't right. I also met a woman from yahoo chat ..and another from aol chat ...so online has been cool and worked for me but risky. ANYTHING you do, just don't take too many chances....meet publicly of course...never meet anyone without talking on phone first to make sure its not a guy etc.

3-The safe sex question is this.   I cannot imagine a woman having something and not revealing it. Nevermind that what we are doing is performing amateur exams upon one another ...I just cannot imagine if a woman knows, not revealing it. The risk would be if she has something and doesn't yet know.

2-4 --The comment about my husband and cheating go together.

Explaining my comment about my husband. We have been married for 9 years now, but half of those have been pretty much me staying with him because of my now 8 year old son.   I havent love loved him for years...things have been said that can't be taken back.   When I more loved and trusted him, I was partially honest about lesbian experiences I had before I married him. I wasnt completely honest about how intense and fulfilling these were ...but in general he knows I had that and for a few months we did that thing where we looked online as a couple for threesome partners because I THOUGHT (wrongly) that was the best way to handle the intensity of lesbian desire I was experiencing. Basically, I can tell you that ...and I can't believe its been this long ago, that when I was pregnant and perhaps hormone aided or affected, I more realized I had been mostly lesbian in my desires since my teens...no matter my actions which were mainstream date men, get a husband, have a baby.   In bed, in fantasy, I have given up even calling myself bisexual ....I am pretty much gay and should have known when i was in my teens, but if that had happened, I wouldnt have my son. So, all things for a reason. SO ...when I say he doesn't know, I mean that I expend ALOT of energy and risk to our family by keeping this a secret ... I am as close to a "double life" as you will ever know ..and truthfully, its now difficult to reconcile that. When I say "what he knows he doesnt like" it means that he knows I had lesbian experiences before him, desired them while I was with him and actively sought them (in threesomes) and now when we fight he uses that knowledge against me. He has accused me of having an affair more than a few times and has even said "I bet its not even a guy." So ..its been ugly ...NO PITY though, I have long known my situation and chose my battles ....you must know the consequences if you go about it this way ..Dont say the girl from the blog suggested you go out and have affairs....it might go well, it might not.

Will having lesbian sex change everything ?   YES. ...I think instinctively you already know this. There are alot of "oh shit" firsts that in a lesbian experience...not just the first one but every one of them, that you already know about without having experienced them. Obviously a first kiss , the first time your breasts meet hers sexually, the first time you feel her wetness and the ways she will touch you...and you will know the difference in softness and the melting of souls that women have together if ..IF you can climb in the bubble together. When you feel a woman react to your touch ...sooooo different than with men ...knowing she's wet (not hard) for YOU ...and amazing things that feel good in both sexual but also spiritual ways.

Can you do this on a "lets just have sex and not get involved" way ?   Yes and No. I guarantee that unless you have a good "wall" that you can put up, that in making love you will feel love. I have been with women who put up the wall and left some of their intensity and affection at home ..in sensing this it made for less of an experience in making love. I am someone who just gives myself sooooo completely in making love ...always been that way with men and women ...only way it feels right to me. But, yes, I know for fact you can "do it' and not get involved ..and I also know that you can fall so in love, as I did, that the pain of ending it can be the darkest day, just like any relationship. Depends on your own walls. Mine were soft and I never loved anyone so much as the one I loved, and even though its been a year and a few months now since we stopped seeing each other, I wish often to open my email and see her write me to reunite. You may find someone as well with a powerful bedroom chemistry that because of your marital circumstance, you are unable to peruse in the other ways.

Finally...you mention the "selfish" aspect. I have said that about me for a long time.   We aren't the first women to seek affection outside of marriage, and especially when it is so compelling as what women are together within the reality of lesbian sex. If you find someone you can be discreet with it I would say ...based on my experience...that you are never going to know how incredible making love with a woman can be until you go for it in some way...but I would also say that whle it will always be orgasmic F2F, it will be meaningful if you find someone you really care about. Thats the next level .

I love answering your questions and getting to know you.   Write back and I will answer anything you want. I love erotic honesty...and the truth is, honesty is a powerful aphrodesiac.

So ..thats the latest installment of question and answers. Love to know your comments .

The Lesbian Seduction of My Office Co-Worker (Best of AKD)

2010-08-01T16:55:00.002-05:00

Here is a best of to run while I work on a fewthings for you. When someone writes me I tend to ask "what was your favorite?" This is one that keeps coming up ...so for those who haven't read it before, a bit of my vulnerability exposed, a story I poured my heart into, and one that shows I had graduated from the shy bi curious mom I had once been.

The Lesbian Seduction of My Office Co-Worker
By akiss2desire
copyright 2010 all rights reserved

I called her on the intercom when I realized we were going to be closing the office together, working late as the only ones there again ...unpaid overtime for the company. "Hey Marcia ...just stop by my office before you leave tonight ok ?

After everyone had left but us, at about 5:20, when I had been done with my work for 15 minutes, but just waiting for her to come by as I had asked, she tapped on the door and walked in with those astounding blueish eyes that looked at me as a mentor, always waiting for me to take the lead on a project or with the next direction for her...how I love that way she looks at me so vulnerable and trusting and ...well...young. At 23, stunningly beautiful thick black hair, her light blue polo shirt and khaki pants in now way showing off what I knew was beautiful beneath, with her 5'6 skinny girl stature offset by hips that were larger than the rest of her frame ..and the same could be said about her breasts, large round cantaloupes that defied gravity somedays in her business attire.

However, I had seen more of those beautiful breasts when Marcia and I were washing cars for charity one Saturday morning. Braless with a clinging black tshirt that day, her nipples stiffened by the wetness as if to announce that she was available and between boyfriends, and she knew how good it looked, for she was putting it out there to get the compliment I gave her. "Every guy that comes by here today thinks you are the hottest girl in the state," I flirted..and there is no doubt that day she wanted the guys to notice...and they did ..and I did. She is not a lesbian.

But then again, neither am I ...as far as anyone I work with knows.

But I had decided Monday that "this was the week" I was going to make a pass at her, and early that Tuesday morning I had decided that "this was the day," it was going to happen, and I felt like I looked my best for the guys too in a strapped sundress lowcut with my far less than perfect boobs half showing. You know, my boobs since high school get me noticed and I am never afraid to orchestrate whatever that show is ..somedays a little showing, other days as much as I can in the workplace ....don't care what anyone says about me or about them. Not perfect and of course sagging as I approach my mid-30's. But they've always been big ...and full ...I even if I am someone who doesn't often allow myself to think good things about myself, I at least will say that I can make cleavage look good for the guys ...but on this day, it wasn't for the guys at all. I pulled the dress down and pushed my boobs up and through while I waited for her to come in.

And I was scared and nervous because I just have barely done this ...but I can't say never ...and in fact, since the last time I really "went for it," I found the lesbian love of my lifetime ...or at least for a few months before the heartbreak ....I felt empowered to give it another try ...but this time, with a co-worker ..with someone who could bounce it back and hurt me ...I was taking a HUGE chance. But I had reasoned that Marcia was worth it, and so many signs she had given me made me or things she had confided to me made believe at least two things. One: That she was sexually aware and fairly free, by saying things like "hey I'll try anything once, and twice if it feels good," and the like, and Two: That she and I were close enough to take the chance I was about to take, by telling me, among other things, that I was her best friend, and that there was "nothing" she wouldn't do for me if I asked. I was about to ask her to do something ..but not for me, but rather WITH me. What was about to happen was very very big....either a big dissapointment ....or a big step forward for both of us...stepping forward to the bedroom I hoped.

Boldy and confidently I was ready to make a serious advance
"Is something wrong?" She asked with genuine concern. "Did I do anything wrong ?"

"No... ..first ...sit down," and she did across the desk from me in the fairly cramped and cluttered office, " and ...just hang on a second...do you have a few mminutes?"
"I don't have a life," she laughed.
"Here, " I said while opening my desk and reaching in for the turquoise bracelet I had bought her the weekend before.
"I was in that shop again and this time I didn't just THINK that was perfect for you...I couldnt resist getting it for you."
"You shouldn't have ...it is wonderful," she was sincerely flattered. It was a perfect bracelet for her and when she put it on, "I can't take this ...this wasn't cheap I know where you got it,"
"But I wanted you to have it ."
"Wow ... you know me all too well Brenda ...I love it. THANK you....I'll do something nice for you sometime."
"You're good to me all the time, if it werent for you I'd be here to midnight tonight" I laughed, and we both did in acknowledging we were working pretty hard as a team lately.
"Marcia ..I love to hear you laugh...its great."
"What on earth can I do to repay you for this?"
"Welllll...thats the thing....I need to talk to you about something ...and you can repay me by not killing me if you don't like what I am about to talk to you about.....or ....at the very least, if you could keep a secret."
"Oh no, you're quitting...you got another job?"
"No no no...not that ...I'm not going anywhere....I love working here...and the biggest reason is cause I get to work with you everyday."
"Just don't leave."

And I steeled myself ...because the small talk was over ....the "ahhhhh" of the awkward what comes next moment had arrived, and I was about to drop the big lesbian bomb on her. And I knew she didn't know it was coming. And I didn't know what would happen ...but I couldnt go another day without saying it.

"Well...I need to talk to you...or rather...I want to talk with you..and I'm just nervous cause I know ..or I THINK what I am going to say is going to shock you...I think."
"Well I think you know you can talk to me about anything ...I thought we already are completely honest with each other?"
"Well Marcia? This has been going on for a month ..or maybe it's been going on since we started working together a year ago...and I haven't been able to find the words. "
"Marcia....(her eyes locked mine and she looked SO beautiful ...and I knew there was no turning back)I'm looking for an excuse to ask you on a date."
"ohhhh", and after a slight nervous laugh and a long pause she continued"you mean a hanging out date or a date date?
I sighed as deep of a sigh of relief as I have ever sighed because of the fact that I had finally said it. "alot of that depends on you...but I AM talkiing about the the kind with a kiss good night or even more is what I was talking about....and let me explain?"

At that point it looked like a possible rejection. She started shaking her head back and forth as if to say no and looking at the ground snapped nervously, even with a tinge of anger "I never been on a lesbian date....much less with a married ..."

"Yeah ...I gathered that, I interrupted, " ....and I'm sorry but I also know the lesbian inside me that almost nobody knows about isn't usually this direct and bold ...but I think we'd be ok...no pressure ... no big deal .... you know, just take it as a compliment that I'd like to ....ummmm...be more than friends...and obviously, I needed to trust you....I mean, hell, I could get fired or you could break up my marriage cause my husband doesnt know just how much of a lesbian (yes I said it) I have become ...see ...nobody knows ...so Marcia ..I am trusting you like nobody else in believing you won't tell anyone that I'm trying to jump your bones (I laughed) and...let me say one more thing while I'm making an ass of myself.

"You aren't!" she injected

My persuasion intensified. "....let me explain that I thought about this a million times and I just didn't want to go out with you somewhere, try to seduce you ...all that bullshit you know...try to kiss you or get you drunk and fucking grab your tits," I smiled and laughed a bit and fortunately, she smiled and giggled too... "its just not me or the way I thought I should do this...so...I just wanted you to know upfront what my intentions are ...that I LOVE being friends with you and ...I have kinda wanted more for a long time now....just haven't been able to find the way to tell you...so there is no good way to tell you that I like you ...alot ...love you in some ways ....and I cant pretend anymore that I don't have feelings for you that go wayyyy beyond ...." My mind searched for the words in this moment of amped up emotion...." I just cant hide the way I feel about you or the desire to be with you for ....not just for me ...for BOTH of us...I mean ...I just can't pretend its not about ...something more than friends ... ANYMORE. I...Marcia ...(I raised my voice and leaned towards her.)...I'm crazy about you and I've been trying to tell you that forever."

So there it was ...I had passionately, intimately, even apolgetically pleaded my case and confessed my desire for her at the end of our workday ...knowing that whether she turned me down or accepted my advance, that the next day we worked together would be MUCH different ..risking so much because there was so much to gain. Her beauty, her way, her incredibly georgeous and piercing blue eyes and every freckle on her face was beckoning me to take whatever chance there was to take to know the tenderness of a kiss with her, to know the taste of the skin of her neck, the weight of her breast and the sight, sound and eruption of sexual pleasure I would stop at nothing to give her ..if only she would let me into her heart. I had divulged my lesbianism, yearning for her, and shown more vulnerability with her than probably with anyone else I had known going back to at least high school. Now came the wait. A few seconds that felt like a lifetime ....not knowing if there would be acceptance and reciprocation, apologetic denial of my overture, or in the worst cas if I had completely misjudged her, a bitter and uncomfortable end to our friendship. But I knew I had given it my best and set it up so that there was nobody else in the office that night, so that if it were the answer I desired, I wouldnt have to wait for her first kiss, for it could happen tonight ...and maybe more. And if there were tears, or anger, we were isolated.

"Well I won't tell a soul...you know you can trust me ...but ...I honestly had no idea whatsoever that you were bisexual."

"Well....I might not be bisexual...I didn't say bisexual you might have noticed....but I am realizing I am not straight....never have been that ...but ...thats a long story...maybe I will write a book or tell everyone in a blog." I felt coy about that remark.

After a contemplative moment of hesitation, with her eyes looking towards the ground, her voice quivered a little but there came the moment of her admission," ummm...I have had a few fantasies ok...I mean for a long time but I never did anything about them ...but IF I were to ever do anything about it ...and thats a BIG IF ...you'd be someone I'd be thinking about ummm...you'd be someone I think I'd ..." She just stopped and bit her lip fairly hard , fidgeted and raised her eyes up from the ground, but still didn't look me in the eye ...looking past me when she said, "I think we could maybe see what happens."

"And if nothing happens beyond a few laughs, then thats no big deal. We are still gonna be friends ...no matter what."
"I know that," she snapped.
"And if something does happen ...oh you know...I think you'll like it,"
"I think I know that too."
I went sarcastic to break the tension, " you know...get your toenails painted ...listen to Melissa Etheridge music...learn to play field hockey." And she smiled and laughed.
"C'mere." I reached over the desk to grab her hand and a squeezed it fairly tightly. "I'd never do anything to hurt you. Please don't be afraid of me ....I'm the same me you know...just now you know I love women."
"So there is alot you haven't told me..."
"Go out with me ...I'll tell you anything you want to know."

She looked down and shook her head.

"A lesbian date with a married woman almost ten years older than me?"

"Is the age a problem ...I mean...I understand it if is?"

"no gawd no ....age is NOT a problem," she replied, "but not knowing what the hell to do is a problem...being really confused is a problem," and so I grabbed her hand again and squezed and waited for her to look into my eyes again, and I noticed a welling of a tear, "you just gave me so much to think about."

"Why don't you leave all the thinking to me." It was the right thing to say and I knew it ..and almost did a victory dance ...cause that moment I knew I had her ...and I realized that moment I was going home with our first kiss if not more. Same as I knew she trusted me in work projects on a day to day basis, she melted and gave herself to me at that moment. I rose up from my chair and walked to her side of the desk to collect on what I had dreamed about for so long. As I walked I told her of my intention, " Marcia ...I can't wait to feel your lips on mine." And as I arrived at her side of the desk she rose to meet me in stance and I put my arms around her and looked into her trusting eyes, and lowered into her , and met with the softest lips that I kissed ever so gently at first ...and feeling no resistance at first, and giving in and overwhelming acceptance in her mouth opening wider and our embrace tightening, I probed and then jabbed my tongue into the velvety warmth of her welcoming mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately while she and I both went limp, overpowered by emotion and lust, in each others arms.

"Oh god Brenda," she said when we broke free of each others lips, but gripped ever more firm in our embrace, "that was ssoooooo good."

"I've wanted you for so long Marcia," I panted, and began to stroke her back and shoulders and run my fingers through her thick hair while we gazed into each others eyes. Her eyes were half closed ...bewildered ...surrendering. I will never forget the look in her eyes that wonderful moment.

Again we kissed, more passionately than before, and while standing, I turned to sit into the chair that she had been sitting in and pulled her smaller body into me all while never breaking our lips apart. She sat upon me and after a moment when we both had to trust that the office chair would hold us both, she sqatted over me and began to lead our kisses and push her body closer into mine in this new, very very comfortable position.

"What are we doing," she slightly moaned, and I answered, "I don't want to stop."

Now ...I have to say something here. I have a fair amount of experience in various sexual positions with both men and women, and am aware of the power sharing that goes on and how intimate that aspect of love making is. I have read and written lesbian erotica all my life, watched movies and vids and immersed myself into the L Word, and I understand, though do not always practice, the dom / sub or also the dyke / fem dynamic. In my lovemaking experiences ...it is just never about dyke fem with me and whomever...its just us making love. But ...I have to say that in this moment, with her kissing ME so deeply, squatting over me, me sliding down in the office chair and her rising above me to kiss me deeper, I never freakin felt more in control of a woman in all my experiences. She had gone in minutes from being this close to rejecting me to intensifying our intimacy and letting all of her sexual arousal center upon showing me a willingness to do anything to please me, or at least, please us. Its hard to describe this feeling limited to words, but while she held me more tightly and kissed me more deeply, giving and receiving more tongue, and deeper, with every breathtaking french kiss, she was also surrendering to me and letting me know that she was now mine and any doubts or hesitations were quickly gone. So in this position as she and I kissed, I slide further under her and rose my hips in rythm as my swelling and throbbing for her grew by the second. Its in this moment that I have to say that if I never felt like I was a dyke or a dom, for the moment anyway, I felt it and honestly, felt it so strong that the thought flashed through my mind of wishing I had something there for her to ride. My earliest lesbian fantasies had occassionally contained a strap on fantasy, but I'd say for about 5 years or so, that thought was gone and I just had decided I felt I no longer wanted that ...which was especially solidified with my last gf and all of our passionate tribbing. But in this position under her and the way she was kissing me, and I was kissing her, I pushed my hips into her and she "umphs" sweetly into my mouth in our kiss, and I responded with a moan of my own and push up into her again ...louder and more intently into my mouth her next grunt ...and if she it is like this it feels so good and I don't care what the label is, I am there with her and for her.

Our kiss breaks and our eyes lock onto one another and in between pants I am able to say the only thing I can utter, "You don't know what you are doing to me." And she responds, "You don't know what you have done to me." My blood is rushing through my veins like never before, and my mouth wants to devour her and my pussy wants to grind her but I resign and admit in almost a whimper, " we can't do this here." Such a look a dissapointment on her face, which I am sure matched my own, "I don't want to stop....Brenda we CANT stop."

I pouted and frowned and moaned and felt all the sexual pent up frustration and tried to fight the urge to lay her down on the floor of the office right there ...nobody would likely see ...but it was possible enough that I wouldnt take that chance and knew she wouldn't want to either, no matter what her adorable, surrendering eyes were saying.

"This is happening so fast...I just wanted to tell you ....I didn't know this was going to get like this."

"I can't believe what you are doing to me," she replied. "I have never been this wet in my life."

"I know baby ..me too ...I wanted this for so long ...I've been wet for you many nights. In my fantasies I have already made love to you a million times."

"You have ? I mean...wow..thats just so unreal." I knew it had been so much so fast....catching our breath and knowng what could come next.

"So are we going to have a date ?"

"hmmmmm definitely....but I don't want to wait ...but i know we can't do this here....can't you come home with me for a little while ?"

"You want that ? now? so soon ?"

"Ive never wanted anything more."

I put my arms around her neck and looked into her eyes. I had sure wanted to make love to her for the longest time, and summoned the courage on this day to risk my very job and ask out my co-worker on a lesbian date. In the million thoughts I thought in a split second were included the possibility that if I did not act now, I may never have another chance. She could decide she is "not that way," as my high school best friend so painfully put it in turning me down. I had to be sensitive about the fact that if this was happening wayyy too fast for me, the one who instigated all this, imagine how blindingly fast it was happening for her. I even contemplated the possibility that if I didn't make love to her this instant, that she might think it was ME who was rejecting her and pull away. How fast this thunderstorm had turned into a tornado ...I was torn between damage control, and letting go of myself with not control and reckless abandon.

I gave her a quick peck on the lips and first ran my fingers through her hair. "What are we going to do?" I asked, and she whispered an ever so lusty whisper, "what are we going to do."

I reached down and grasped her hand and guided it to between my legs and put it upon my warm, wet mons that she could feel swollen and moist through the fabric. She absolutely froze for a second ....so when she didn't push her palm into my softness, I pushed her hand firmly into the heat of my desire for her. I felt her go limp against me and her wrist began a motion that caused me to gasp. No woman needs teaching of touch ...just courage and encouragmenet to do it. "baby," I whispered, "That's gonna be there for us when we have our date. It's not going away ....You made me want to make love to you more than anyone ever ..bar none. And this, " I said as I reached towards her warmth between her legs and gently but firmly massaged my message into the damp fabric of her excitement, "this is what we both feel right now and will the next time...but baby... But it can't be this way, so I am sorry ...SORRY that I didn't plan for more time with you if this had happened. I could have guessed you were so passionate ...I didn't believe you'd be so ready to be this passionate with me. I mean, if you think I surprised YOU today ...you surprised ME ten times more in the way that you kissed me. So ... PLEASE give me another chance...just you and me...(kiss) this weekend (soft kiss) ...just you and me (kiss) ...any way you want ." And I kissed her more deeply and passionately and with more determination to express my affection than I have kissed any woman or ever will. She had to know my heart in that kiss, or I feared, I might lose her. When her tongue started kissing me harder and her wrist action rotated her palm against my pussy in such a way as to begin to build an orgasm , my frustration in the situation let out an combination of moan and grunt that opened her eyes, and widely peering into mine for a clue for what was to come, I picked her hand off my crotch and sighed a very deep sigh and told her all I could say to sum it up, " girl....you don't know ...you just have NO idea what you have done to me today."

And so ..it was soooo hard gathering ourselves in between the looks we gave each other, the hand squeezes, the longing looks, the numerous hugs in the next ten minutes, and a tender, emotional, passionate kiss before we left my office and headed for the door.

In the several days before our "date", I have to confess that work was awkward when we were in the same room or working on our project together. Frankly, all that I FEARED about having a relationship with a co-worker came to fruition, including a moment when we staunchly disagreed about something and I sensed that if SHE didn't get her way, the underlying message was that the tryst between us might be in danger. I quickly gave her her way. At the start of the next day and the day after, you could cut the tension in the room with a knife between us ...but each night we emailed each other the fondest things and the mutual looking forward to our night together.

She reminded me about 100 times that she didn't know what she was doing because she had never done this, she wondered if I was going to "teach her," to which I replied that she would need no teaching based on what we experienced in my office, and when she asked me to flat out tell her exactly what we were going to be doing together, I responded with an email.

Babe,

You seem to want me lay out a roadmap of what we are going to be doing Friday night. I am sure that your fantasies of what is to be and mine will have some similarity, and some vairance. I know you are nervous ...and I soooo wish we could have consummated our love the other night at the office so that all of this wonder and doubt would be resolved. Even though we didnt come to orgasm together, I want to tell you that the other night is one of the most wonderful sexual experiences of my life. Having said that, there are some things you just want to be reassured about ..and I am glad to share some of that so that we both will feel more comfortable.

The first thing to know is that nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen. We are big girls and if it weren't to feel right, than that would be that and we could go back to being good friends and nothing more. But leaving it at that is not what I sensed from you when I made my shameless pass at you. Nobody ever kissed me back like that. Nobody ever made me want to penetrate her soul like you did. So ...I will be honest ..if I had my way, tomorrow night we'd skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom. Is that crass of me to say ? I just can't wait to pick up where we left off. When I was asking you out, I meant that ..let me buy you dinner and Mohito ...let me relax you and get to know you more intimately and THEN make love to you. But it seems that we started something the other night that we can't stop ..at least thats what I think. SO ...if you want to know what tomorrow night is going to be like ...how about I show up with a pizza and some wine coolers and we take it from there. If you will let me, I want to show you pleasure that you have only imagined. I want to give you my whole self ..my lips, my tongue, my fingers and all that I have to give you ...and all I want back from you is appreciation. Will you be nervous, YES and I respect that but know that even though I have done this before and you haven't, I will be nervous ..NOT because it is with you...being with you is the most natural thing I can think of right now...but because I want to live up to your expectations and give you everything I can. Rome wasn't built in a day my love ...so know that even though there are a MILLION ways I want to make love to you, there are only a few that we will have time for :) so let that be our night. Let me drink in your beauty in every way and show you what I have been feeling for you for so long. Tomorrow night we will be one.

Love

B

End part One

Part II

Her wavy hair was done up perfectly, as though she had agonized over every strand in the mirror ...I knew it was that way because it was that way for me. I had arrived overdressed compared to her ...because she had taken me literally and had dressed up for me in the most provocative ensemble she could come up with. Her light blue cowl neck tunic draping low, and a skin tight yellow V neck T underneath that traced the outline of her beautiful breasts much like on the day when we participated in the charity car wash and her body was the drawing card for the day. She was barefoot when she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and a welcome that hinted at what was to come with us very soon. While she was the natural beauty of the two of us, I had predictably gone bold with the color in my makeup and style ...I always feel like my lips are more kissable with a brighter red and had gone with a darkened, sultry look for my eyes ...I felt these things I did exemplified that we were NOT at work ..this was different. I had worn a black baby doll mini dress with long sleeves and a scooped neckline, and a carefully chosen heart bead necklace that dipped into my cleavage.

But after dinner those clothes didn't last. Conversation was a kind of forced natural ...no work talk ...compliments to the chinese chefs who made it easy for me to pick up and deliver for the night. A lead in of “a bit spicy,” welcomed the , “I think a lot of things will be spicy tonight.” Oh does it have to be that way in conversation ...so predictable but, yet, unavoidable. Small talk...seemingly wayyy too much small talk when both of us were squirming for what was next.

“So what now ? “ she asked.

“Are you saying its my choice ?”

“mmmhmmm” she nodded yes.

“hmmmm..the cozy living room couch, or the mystery of your bedroom ? Is that really my my choice tonight....I can't deny...um"

I was about to go longwinded about why we didn't need to rush and why I didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to do, when she agressively grabbed my hand in hers and said convincingly "I want to go to bed and screw (aw how sexy she sounded when she said "screw...it poured out of her mouth slowly.....delightful) ...."Lets get out of these fucking clothes and do what we came here to do."

It was not the last time that night she could simply state the obvious and assure me with both words, actions, and her passion that she was wayyy beyond the "virginal" aspect from her standpoint. She had clearly rationed that we were taking our close friendship to the sexual level, and perhaps sensing my apprehension to just lustily claim the spoils of my successful lesbian seduction of a (previously) straight girl, she was out to demonstrate to me that not only was she in this willingly and wantingly, but even to further heighten my overwhelming amazment at her unforseen urgency to make love, here on the brink she was so anxious and had seemingly even calcultated (correctly) that I would be turned on to know that she was not just there to be "my girl," but in essence, wanted to convey that she wanted to be "my dirty girl." There you have it ...that's where we started ...where we jumped forward, thanks to her, that she wanted to be my lesbian dirty girl. I was wowed beyond jaw dropping astonishment, but squeezed her hand as I got up out of my chair, and confidently said ," take me to your bedroom then Marcia."

In the darkened bedroom, I guess we both decided there was little light but that would be enough, trying to go slowly when it was in neither of our hearts for the moment, we began to loosen our clothes and standing before each other, helped each other towards fully exposing ourselves in the glow. Though it was dark, I could clearly make out her curves, and her eyes drinking in the sight of me nude, and as I was to her, an object now of lesbian sexuality. I remembered this new feeling from my first time, and the realization that our bodies and skin were to be one and warm together. We embraced gently and tingly at first....then in full body contact, I, the taller of us, bending down slightly watched her crane her neck upward at me and fall into me lightly, as I swooped into a peck on the lips softly that turned into more of a hug than a kiss, with me quickly going down to suckle her neck and feel her warm, nude body close to mine.

Her eyes in the soft light were trusting and smiling at me ... I had wanted to start in a kind of way that we left off ...with her upon my lap. So I was first to break the embrace and sit upon her bed and beckon “Come here and sit like we did before ...except this will be a bit more comfortable.”

And I pulled her onto my lap, and for a moment it was gawky but I held her up and took her firmly in my arms.

The first kiss was a bit awkward, not that she was fighting it, but I believe she was ready for a more passionate kiss than the slight one I began with. In fact, in every moment where I guessed that I should hold back a little and proceed with caution, she proved to me that I misjudged her. Her inexperience was hardly a hindrance to passion she longed to give and receive. At first Marcia's lips pressed against mine softly, and I felt her shaking just a bit as I embraced her. I looked at her boobs and realized her nipples were hard, as were mine. All through me the excitement rushed and I told her to relax and to hold me in between our ever growing in intensity kisses. I wanted to make out with her all night because her lips were so soft and her skin felt so warm and inviting next to mine ..on top of mine .....but just making out was not going to be enough for either of us for very long.

We changed position with me pulling her down upon the bed at first with her on top of me. Her tongue kept slipping from in between my lips, to this wonderful encircling of the roof of my mouth and deeply her tongue probed ...I had never been kissed by a woman so deeply as the other day by her, and she was only kissing me deeper tonight. I moaned when she entered me so forcefully, and our movements became more in synch. She coped with her nervousness by seizing control of our mouths and tongues entwined, and I was soooo willing to let go with her. Again, I emphasize, my "dirty girl."

"You know what I am going to do here in a minute," I whispered, and she nodded her head no in a sort of fake "no”.... and we reversed position and I climbed on top of her and splashed my wet pussy down upon her thigh. I lifted my own thigh against her mons and felt her drenched as I was, and I whispered , "I'm going to lick you ...suck you...with everything I've got ....and I'm never gonna stop." Her eyes widened at those words, and with that I began to move my mouth down her neck to her shoulders, lingering in the softness of her skin there, down to her breast and sucking in her erect nipple getting even stiffer as I softly and then more firmly inhaled it and sucked a bit harder , coaxing the first of her many moans that night. "let it go baby,...I am yours." "It feels so good" she said in a half erotic and half giggling tone. I couldn't wait to get to her pussy with my fingers, and my own clit was throbbing in anticipation of all that was to come.

As my finger parted her wet lips and entered her, I felt her clinch up a bit before realizing how gentle and slow I intended to be. Then my lips and tongue hungrily cascaded downward while I gently fingered her, arriving between her thighs, where I licked and kissed and moaned into her. I rolled my boob upon her thigh and let her feel my stiff nipples upon them, sharing with her a favorite sensation of something I have particularly enjoyed done to me, and finally, I parted her lips with my thumb and forefinger and began to lick her slowly, lightly grazing her clit at first, before eliciting her moans, gasps, and cries of disengaged incoherent passionate encouragement of the talents of my tongue. My own pussy ached as I plunged deeper and more determined into hers. plunging my tongue or licking her up and down in the crevice and up to her clit again. She shuddered quite violently and the “OH!” that came out of her when I increased the tempo in a technique I like to use where I am slow , slow, and then rapid for about 15 seconds sounded surprised as much as the pleasure she felt and also made ME feel . She didn't come at that moment but it was so incredible to feel her react and I stopped and smiled up at her and her eyes half shut and in ecstasy slowly smiled back, then her hands on the back of my head told me she wanted me to not stop,and gently guided me back to where I didn't want to go away from anyway.

I knew she was close, and was ready to orchestrate the first of her orgasms. After another minute or so of licking softly / then rapidly / then softly again ...she cried a rythmic "I am so, I am so...oh my ...so close... close...oh god...oh oh ,” and then squealing, “don't stop," and pushed my head deep into her. I kissed her passionately and sucked in her clit, twirling my tongue and entering her with two fingers to coax her explosion.

My mouth could not get enough of her that night and I got her off again and again and again ...her whimpering a few times that we had to stop or she couldn't take anymore or when she told me there weren't anymore in her, I took it as a challenge and went right back at it. This is me as a lover of women. Every time it has been a long time since I went down on a woman, once I start, I do not want to stop and almost can't. Yes, there are times when my tongue gets tired and I just raise up, use my fingers a bit more, rest my head upon her hips until I regain the strength to continue. When the orgasms hit and then subside, I slow down to almost nothing, or kiss upon thighs, or one time with her I gently plopped my right breast down upon her pussy and let her feel my softness and stiff nipple. reach down to enter myself sometimes but I don't intensely masturbate...just keeping it interested and moving the wetness around and making room for more. But finally, after a 6th orf 7th of her orgasms, I answered her plea to "come up here and kiss me on the mouth," and we snuggled together with me at her side, hand upon her breast, after kissing her deeply, laying my head upon her shoulder and letting the quiet amazement set in.

“Are you finally ready for me?” she asked, and I knew she meant that she wanted to reciprocate what I had done with her. “I am not good at laying back and letting someone “do” me ...I have to know that you really want to.”

“I can't go another minute without knowing what you taste like. I have to know what its like when you come. “

“Then...(deep breath) I'm ready.”

I rolled on my back and she simultaneously mounted me on top ..her smaller frame upon my larger one ...easily I supported her weight and pulled her more directly on top of me before meeting her mouth with a wide open tongue penetrating powerful demonstration of the incredible lust, if not feeling something akin to love for her that energizing moment.

We were kissing such a deep kiss and our legs were entertwined when she began rythmically humping me and I was humping her back. It was wonderful to be kissed and held this way ..it was like she had been doing it all her life. We broke our kiss and my legs gripped her tighter , wrapping around the cheeks of her butt and pulling her closer to me that way. We are nose to nose, looking into each others eyes. I had been so incredibley horny when I was bringing her offr for that hour that my pussy was quite literally soaked and on fire. My juice was running freely and as she bumped the perfect spot again and again, my right leg began to quiver while the muscles tensed ...and precursor to some of my most powerful orgasms and usually a sign that the 2nd, third and fourth orgasms will so easily follow and tumble into one another. I wanted not only to feel her mouth on my breasts and all over and down to my pussy, but I mostly wanted her to WANT to do it to me. I knew that I had shaken her sexual world with my mouth and the way I used it on her with my fingers and tongue ...but what would really tip her into a different sexual realm and cross her from the whatever she has imagined, and the knowing of true lesbian desire, would be when she would feel me respond to what she was capable of. Our bodies in the writhing with our legs entwined and the deep kisses were so tightly wound and rocking and rolling together in unison. She was showing me how much I mean to her, not only sexually I knew, but also in the deep friendship we had conveyed for so long as co-workers. We were reaching a new plateu each minute and I wanted more than her to hump fuck me to coming ....not because I wouldn't have loved to have come that way with her or anyone else I cared for anytime, but because I knew deep down that she had had her mind on going down on me for days, and it was time to answer her questions and doubts about what that would be like.

“Can you go down on me tonight ...I know you might not be ready.”

"fuck you," she mocked in a half laugh. Ok ..I knew I was ready, but it was the thing you say when its someones first time ..but she had long ago proven she was ready for EVERYTHING lesbian love had to offer. And I have to say she made me feel at every turn in the night that it wasn't just the sexual and orgasmic aspect ...that it was about making love with ME ...and I felt the same way about her. We were soooooo in the bubble together.

She answered by snapping her head downward towards my breast, squeezing it very very firmley, dragging her nails upwards until her fingertips encircled my nipple and then replaced her fingers with her lips and inhaled my nipple...biting tenderly ..sucking and swirling her tongue while her hand went right down to my crotch like she couldnt wait another second to feel my wetness and mingled in the moisture for a few seconds before entering me like an expert immediately with two fingers ...it was almost impossible to believe she had never done this before, except for that I knew when I had my first sexual experience with a woman when I was 18, that I proceeded in giving her pleasure with no doubt or hesitation at any point...hungering and devouring each new unexplored sensation.

When she sucked upon my right nipple I loved holding her first by her arms and then running my fingertips upon her back scraping and gripping her tightly when the technique she used for that moment would cause me to convulse. My hips kept pushing against her fingers ...the only guidance I gave was in whispering to her “not so deep,” while gently disengaging her fingers which were penetrating me a bit more than I usually feel right with. I wanted her to more dance upon my lips and my clit and in the tangles of my pubic hair and upon my thighs rather than get the finger fucking she felt I must need based on my writhing beneath her. My larger hands could almost encircle her biceps and I enjoyed a feeling of control even though she so totally had me like putty in the palm of her hand and within the creativity of her tongue and lips sucking and nibbling my nipples and making love to my large breasts, made to feel even larger in her smallish hands.

She was moaning into my breasts, clearly enjoying her new mission to excite me so wonderfully ..I wanted to playfully DEMAND that she eat me now, but I was afraid she wouldnt understand I was playing, so I gave it a few more minutes and tried to squirm against her and underneath her allow her to realize how ready I was for what was next.

“Gonna suck it now ok ?”

“Gonna do what baby ?”

“Gonna go down on you now,” she stated while still sucking on my fully erect nipple.

“Gonna make me come with your mouth ?”

“Gonna try “

“You know how much I feel for you right now?”

“You know what I feel for you right now? God baby its so deep,” and she looked up again with those so trusting, beautiful eyes ...I caressed her hair, reached down and grabbed her breast in the palm of my hand and rolled her around in my fingertips again, feeling her surrender, I gave her my blessing... “Marcia ...please make love to me with your mouth now.”

I have to tell you that the beautiful noises we both made the next half hour make me wish we had the episode taped somehow. The thing I will never forget was the way that when she sucked me into her mouth so perfectly, or licked me with her tongue that when I would moan or cry out or exclaim something like “oh baby” or something dirtier while it was happening, that she would answer me ...like a duet ..like a harmony ..with a moan or delightful noise of some sort from her own subconscious of being in that we were completely acting on instinct,and doing it the first time in making love together, so naturally and so wonderfully that the surreality of it all was astounding.

Something I have to say about her tongue. Wow ...it was either lengthier ...but thats not the case...but the WAY SHE USED IT was lengthier and got deeper into my crevice and flattened against more of a surface of my clit and labia in unison each time she extended it and she knew and thus provided a different sensation than I had felt with any other lover, male or female before. She had sense that what she would do with her tongue was to get it farther out from her lips and use it as a tool. Well...see, I think I would be the one to have concentrated on this as a method at least once in my life, but alas, it never occurred to me what this might do. At first I was a bit humored by the sight of it sticking so far out ...almost as an insect needing to be fed. But I loved her concentrated her intentions were on my pleasure, and the way she used that tongue on me had my eyes rolling back and my panting increasing and my quivering right leg gave way to one powerful explosion of orgasmic bliss after another after another in that half hour of pure, deep, fulfilling to the core passion between us.

She took to another technique of just taking her tongue and sticking it out upon my sex and shaking her head back and forth so fast, making contact upon my clit and all that is around it, licking and slapping me there and wildly provoking a surge of wetness in one of my orgasms that was unprecedented in an initial lovemaking experience.

Her tongue and fingers were bringing me ultimate pleasure but it was her willingness and wanton desire that was gripping my very soul like so many tentacles in the moments of the peaks of my pleasure. I certainly have shown, in every act of lovemaking in my entire life, a devotion to my partners pleasure in every way ...and it was just nice to feel that so reciprocated from someone who had every reason to hold back, and yet was letting all of her passions flow with me and for me and giving herself completely to me just as I longed to and fulfilled the desire to give myself to her.

Wave after wave after wave of of my gratification inundated her ...I've seen vids of women who squirt, and I am not one of those, and wonder how much of those vids are staged and camera tricked, but I am definitely someone who after a level of satisfaction is reached, uncontrollably gush copious amounts of fluid emanating from deep within me and the hot, wet, thin wetness that soaked my thighs and her neck and chin I knew were a surreal and unexpected part of the experience. "We should have grabbed a towel," I said ...or rather whimpered at one point knowing that she was realizing the gushing as much as I and I being of so many damn words sometimes needed to comment, and reassurance that she wasn't grossed out. She wasn't I knew then and further explored with her later ...and she told me that moment "it's ok...no problem," those words muffled by what she continued to do with such intensity as to inspire rapture after rapture from my loins. But the wetness ..well ...it was part of me ...and it is what it is ..and when it was over I told her that it never happened like that with a woman the first time we did it and that she should know that should explain how stunning making love with Marcia had been.

Laying in the wetness getting colder there on the bed with us so warmly holding each other for so long after our experience ...we both knowing and then verbalizing how much things had changed. We whispered and cooed to each other in caress and embrace, full enveloped in each others affection and the wonderment of the dawning or our love.

My 10 Favorite Movie Lesbian Kisses with images

2010-07-14T17:13:00.002-05:00

I think I did this list a couple of years ago and there are changes on the chart :) Wow ..it was difficult because there are alot of honorable mentions ...but these are the most stirring for whatever reason I can speak for. I want YOU to tell me where I missed it. But for my opionion and what it is worth, at least until someone reminds me I didn't think of THAT one ...here are my favorite 10 Movie Lesbian Kisses.

YOU CAN CAST YOUR VOTE ON YOUR FAVORITE by visiting this link at "The Tasteful Lesbian"

10-Denise Richards and Neve Campbell in Wild Things
Loses me on the whole "doin it for the guy nearby" aspect
9-Salma Hayek & Ashley Judd in 'Frida'
Can't argue the star quality here ..it comes out of the blue in the movie - not enough setup
8-Selma Blair & Sarah Michelle Gellar in 'Cruel Intentions'
Intended as a farce, it turns out to make one squirm in her seat
7-Amanda Seyfried & Julianne Moore in 'Chloe'
Number 7 with a bullet on the new entry here
6-Amanda Seyfried & Megan Fox in 'Jennifer's Body'
the movie is love or hate it ...but C'mon ..Megan Fox is doing a lesbian scene
5-Mariel Hemingway and Patrice Donnelly in Personal Best
If you havent seen this movie the first time, rent it and prepare to revisit the movie from time to time

4-Laura Elena Harring and Naomi Watts in Mulholland Drive
Believability is off the charts - very natural
3-Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon in Bound
INTENSE
2-Catherine Denueve & Susan Sarandon The Hunger
Said Susan "I didn't need to be drunk to want to make love with Catherine Denueve" Well said.
1-Angelina Jolie & Elizabeth Mitchell in Gia
Watched again and again and again ...Angelina when she wasnt so weird, (though Gia is) and Elizabeth before the V and Lost

10 -Wild Things and 9 Frida

8 Cruel intentions

YOU CAN CAST YOUR VOTE ON YOUR FAVORITE by visiting this link at "The Tasteful Lesbian"

7-Chloe

6- Jennifers Body

5 Personal Best

4- Mullholland Drive

3- Bound

2-The Hunger

YOU CAN CAST YOUR VOTE ON YOUR FAVORITE by visiting this link at "The Tasteful Lesbian"

1-Gia

A "Real L Word" recap worth seeking out

2010-07-14T01:50:00.000-05:00

Well I can't always watch the Real L Word, the new Showtime series that is a reality version of the Old L Word ...which I think has its characters that pop less, I imagine because they are real and not written ..but having said that, they are pretty intense and you either love or hate the girls on the show. But like I said, I can't always watch it, but I want to keep tabs on it, and thats where the recaps come in. The funniest and best right now is on After Ellen and it keeps you up to date with the brightest and smartest sense of humor. I needed to pass along this excerpt :

This week's "Lesbionics for Dummies" lesson is about lesbian sex. What is it, exactly? Mikey says it's a lot of work and involves push-ups, leg lifts and hanging from light fixtures. It's a full body work out, really. Whitney reports it's "anything you want it to be," much like her idea about relationships and dating.

Tracy describes frottage but assures the Fire Marshall that rubbing two vags together will not start a fire. Actually, it might. Good thing we have built-in sprinklers. Nikki admits she's a big fan of the multiple O, because "We're not one-hit wonders. We can go and go." Good job, Jill.

Jill explains that women have many tools at their disposal, including, but not limited to, hands and mouths. "That's the reason your girlfriend will leave your ass for me," Rose warns, "It's a little bit more than you sticking your d--k in her p---y." What a poet.

OOOOH KAY ...I think you will be happy whether you watch the show or not to read the what ups on After Ellen including the HILARIOUS side by side picture of Whitney and her Alien alter ego from another planet.

Just a Little Lesbian Joke

2010-07-07T20:37:00.001-05:00

What do parsley and pubic hair have in common?
You push them both aside and keep on eating, and if you're lucky when you finish neither ends up in your teeth.

(seen on Afterellen.com )

This is the Joy of the Lesbian Rain

2010-07-04T16:52:00.001-05:00

This is the Joy of the Lesbian Rain

First Kiss Poetry
by akiss2desire
copyright 2010
all rights reserved

This is the rain
This is the lesbian rain
"I want to swallow your fear with a kiss"
This is the Joy of the Lesbian Rain

A streetlamp illuminates her dancing yet shy eyes and the ripples of excitement of our first open mouth, (not a peck this time), desirably deep, willing and "you complete me" kiss

...a myriad of thoughts and emotions rumble through my brain
the contemplations of a life changed ...or has it ?
and of all the meanings and repercussions
and of where it might lead tomorrow and beyond
and if this kiss will lead to magnificence tonight
amid all the whirlwind of thoughts
all one million thoughts (conservative estimate) in the first ONE SECOND of this kiss
it is a kiss ...to be enjoyed and welcomed
and prolonged
c'mon cmon c'mon
keep it going...3 more seconds...3 more seconds
so soft and warm and wet and delicious
more seconds ...more tongue ...more passion
a kiss that possesses us both
as second after second after second
tongue twirl after tongue jab after open mouth acceptance after sensation followed by soft sensation
an amusement ride worth the waiting in line for years for
logic now adrift and further adrift go my emotions
and her inhibitions slip away
demonstrating her instincts and carving our passionate path with the truth in her desire
all with her lips and tongue
reminding me of the familiarity of a first kiss with another woman
and whats most familiar is how different it is now
because she leans into me and swallows my tongue
the connection with us is alive and pulsates with every pounding heartbeat
15 seconds of bliss and our beginning now ends
wildfire sparkle connection and lesbian lust in her eyes
the shimmering glow of her smile
I'm seeping and aching and amazed at how natural we fit together
and as she holds me and whispers my name
the rain begins

Lesbian Love So Exquisitely Soft

2010-06-14T18:27:00.001-05:00

Since I have been publishing my 1st person lesbian erotica, I have never gone so long between posting an erotic story. This is the fantasy I have been working on for a couple of months. I hope you like it. Let me know in feedback by writing me at akiss2desire@gmail.com

Lesbian Love So Exquisitely Soft
By akiss2desire
copyright 2010 all rights reserved

Sitting on the edge of the bed and I can't tell if the nervousness is fear and apprehension or more of a let's get on with it. I believe her when she told me she has some experience...but you never know. Stroking her fine brown locks of hair down to her shoulder, and her passive state is inviting me in every way to move us along, or we will no get to what we came here to do, make lesbian love. Yes, here I am again in a hotel room with a woman I met on the net. This is getting to be cliche for me, but each moment and each experience is so vastly different ...each tender kiss and wonderful response to my ministrations compels me to keep coming back for more and more.

Allie and I had a great chemistry online from the moment she and I began to talk. She was very good at expressing her wants and needs to be with a woman ...and when she described what it was she wanted, listing someone a little thicker with large breasts, a little experience but not an all out lesbian, and someone who, she said, is "wants to be on top when we make out and is good with her mouth," I almost thought someone was putting her up to it it was such a perfect match.
She warned me that the lover she had before was so good nobody would ever live up to her standards. Almost a challenge ?

As all the emotions well and I realize we are really here, in the moment, the very sexual lesbian moment of what we are both about to do with not a clue as to where its going in the minutes and indeed, the lifetime in front of us, I'm swept up in her beauty and the softness of her youthful skin without a single wrinkle, her several cute freckles on her arm, and the question I ask myself constantly, about just why it is I have begun to seek women so much younger than me for erotic passion is answered. She exudes both innocence, and a hint of what a dirty girl she is, wants to be, or could be with the right encouragement. She gives me every indication that she is mine to do with what I want. Its not domination..and trust me, I am not into the dom/sub thing anyway, but the tension in the room is the awaiting ...all from her ...upon what noise, smells and sweat we intend to fill the rooms air and the bed we sit upon up with.

I can tell she is really passionate..building passion...then a laugh ..I know...she cant believe its happening...I got it ..and she is so playing the hesitant virgin role and I am not real comfortable playing such a predatory role, but its working for us.. I know its working for her, so I can do whatever gets her off ..but ..she is not , in reality, a hesitant virgin ...and we both know what we came here for. I contemplate just how long we are going to tease each other before the giving in begins.

These little pecks on the lips and cheek and neck lead to another with more parted lips and a bit more tongue and eye contact and then a laugh, or a continuation of very meaningless conversation.   I am a bit aggressive and even a bit of a seductress ..and there is just a playing out of the "getting there." Just that I felt "safe" before her ...and I get it ..I understand.   But she is giving off shivers of excitement and she is making it plain she likes me.   And, each time she breaks the tension and moment I fear I may have lost her and lost the moment but she comes back to me with an ever more passionate kiss and ever more welcoming eyes ...hungry for more...beckoning me.

You know ..its a wonderful combination in an embrace and a lesbian kiss.   A deep, tonguey, soft, wet, open mouth kiss with a deep tissue rub into the shoulders. I melt. Then nails scratching but gentle sending tingles everywhere.

Soon its up off the bed to easily pull my green V-neck tunic over my shoulders and head, and and drop my skirt to my ankles before stepping out. I unbutton her cute green and gold plaid blouse and one button by one button, the green cami-bra, so lacy and sexy she wore for me is revealed. Her nipples respond to the downward graze of my fingertips against the fabric, and though its a beautiful sight to see, I'm ready to reach behind and reveal her breasts, plop but so firm as I remember mine once (looong ago) were as lifted and pliant before childbirth ...astounding as the sight of them is the acceptance of my actions by her eyes looking into mine. Her hand reaches into mine and its as if we are ready to jump off the cliff together

...and she turns me away from her.

I LOVE the position she has me in , behind me, leaning into my back with her soft breasts oh so noticeably squashing against me back there, and I turn my head to offer her my mouth for a kiss we both so crave. The kiss on each others full lips breaks to her lowering her mouth to my shoulders and nape of my neck and I have tingles and building desire and awareness of the coziness we are creating for each other with each surrender of independence to one another.

I turn to her and gently we ease onto the bed...she and I scoot upwards until I am now warm, nude, and on top of her the way we set the blueprint before ever entering room 213 at the Quality Inn. Her legs are spread, my weight is upon her and our skin is blended together at our torso, my hair needing to be fussed out of the way before our making out commences.

I know with the way this dance is going that her previous experience with a woman gives her the same kind of hunger I share. When our lips meet, a soft graze quickly gives way to open mouth and purposeful kisses that are not just about how natural and delightful the tingles that role down our bodies with each twirl and jab of our tongues at each other, but our kisses become a promise to keep that the passion that's building. It will lead to a Utopia we intend to propel ourselves towards together.

My mind is thinking a step, or two, or twenty ahead... and that by the way she is kissing me and touching me in just these first moments that maybe it wasn't just her former lover, but also that SHE is GOOD and its only gonna get better . And most of all...MOST of all...as she cups and lifts my boob and squeezes into the softness and her eyes flare, that she is reallly into me. Gawd that feels so good ! As good as anything involving technique and passion is the way she really wants me this moment. Sparks are not just flying but are white hot and sizzling right from the paths beggining.

Our nails are getting more involved in this soft scratching / tingling thing we are doing as we kiss...her nails along my shoulders and neck, and mine along the length of her arm. Shes moaning already ...and I haven't touched her naked breasts, her pussy, or even began to suck her neck...not yet anyway.   It's hard to resist taking it to a different level of passion more quickly. But the slow road is ours tonight, and for a change, she leads me by not leading me. How I want to ravage her and we both know it.

Her lips take hold upon my ear lobe and after I gasp, I joke with her "hey ..that's one of my tricks lady." "mmmmmm" she moans up close to me, half whispering and the erotic effect on me is doubled. From sucking on my earlobe, she adds her teeth and has me unable to keep my composure as my voice cracks "you can just do that all night if you want to darling."

Her skin is exquisitely soft and her eyes penetrate my soul...it seems she knows me. "I need to tell you something," she coos softly ...and a tidal wave of emotions flow through me before I hear her half gasp, "Ive never felt this way for ...." and the word she increased her voice volume for and emphasized, 'ANYONE."   As close to telling me she loved me from the start as we could get, and I responded with the deepest kiss I have ever laid upon, and into, a woman's mouth. Her jaw almost straining to open to its widest, my tongue back to her tonsils at some point and moaning into her mouth as my body writhed against her.

She leans back and I just about yank her incredible tits upward, forceful but with all the intent of love as the passion gets the best of me. Her proportional breasts, but alluring in the roundness and the way the almost float ...amazingly beautiful for my eyes to absorb the wonder of, and the vision of her pink puffy nipples inviting my mouth. I'm sucking and squeezing and each time she moans or gasps, my cunt is just getting heavier and achier and I have a dizziness that goes with passion that shoots so deeply through me to my soul.

How we advance in this journey is a blur ...this sensation leads to that sensation, which tops the next and only leads to another surprise of how you just can't believe it can get any better, but each new things supercedes the previous wow.

She was sooooooo good with her mouth sucking my nipples and caressing and massaging my tits. I whispered "I can almost come from this," when she was doing it which only increased the zeal with which she was sucking me there. Her hand was on her way down to my ache but I wanted to make my statement and firmly grasped her hand and stopped her ...looked into her eyes with a hunger as if to say, "you know that's out of order for us." She knew how I need my mouth on it...and her pleasure is her gift to me.

I coax her to flip on her back and me next to her on my side to trace circles of love upon her skin, neck, chest, arms, sides. Her nipple strains and shows the wonder of her building excitement, and her eyes are starting to show that "yeah I'm into you but now I am headed for my inner happy place," look.

At the same time my mouth closes fully around her nipple I reach down to enter her and I'm satisfied with her wetness and how easily and with such an easy grace one finger quickly accompanied by a needed second goes slightly and then more deeply in her.   I'm fingering her, but its a very very gentle and tender fingering in building her excitement. I have that power that any moment I could start the wild and rapid clit fingering and send her where we know she's going, but we aren't ready for that. SUCH RESTRAINT! ...and her hands are wandering reaching down to fondle my breast,and then to squeeze to her own opposite the sucking and tongue job I'm imploring upon her breast and ever so stiff nipple feeling so wonderful in my mouth.

I love the moment when her hand goes down to briefly join my fingers and to stroke the back of my hand as I gently push in and out and swirl my forefinger around the clit. Her hips start rocking as its getting hotter for her and her knees widely part to invite a third finger on a couple of the pushes into her ever increasingly wettening opening. I lower my mouth to begin sucking in her stiff nipple and she runs her fingers through my hair. I HAVE the POWER. I have it because she soooo wants me to have it...and THIS is why I love to make love to women like her ...who know what they want..and what they want is me.

Shes about to come and I have a decision to make ...go down and let her orgasm flow into my mouth, or adjust myself upward in the bed to kiss her deeply when she comes by my hand. I look in her eyes for a clue, but she is so far in the clouds that I realize there isn't a bad choice, and so I choose to rise to her and deeply kiss her warm sweet lovely full lips. My fingers go into their magic wilding mode, the once again my tongue goes all the way to her throat, a way she is showing me she wants to be kissed... she moans and grunts into my mouth as the bed rumbles with the tension and release of a huge one, and I know I made the right choice to defer giving her oral yet.

Her powerful, hip rocking, grunting, squealing clawing, and yes, wetly flowing orgasm gratifies me to my core.

The kiss, like the orgasm, subsides as she catches her breath, and she reaches down for my cunt, and this time I don't push her aside. I like when we are in a position to finger each other ...very very mutually satisfying.   And now that I have felt her pleasure and orgasm, my mind will more willingly let her desire to please me take hold. She gets there and I brace her ...it won't take much for me to explode and I send her all the signals I can to go ahead and go for it. As talented as her tongue was upon my nipples minutes earlier, the instantaneous expertise with her thumb and finger in spreading my lips and touching me just exactly perfectly for the moment was incredible. Oh her skill inside me and upon me. I'm about to go over when she whispers "thats what i need...baby...I need to feel you come." and I am GONE.   Hearing those words in her sweet, lovely, excited, "into me" voice, combined with the skill of her fingers cause me to pulse and throb and I feel the wettest gush into her palm. No woman ever made me come like that.

Im thinking .."ok girl...if this is the first time you have ever touched my pussy with your fingers...how do you know me so well."   Cause she goes slow at first and feels how wet I am and how I respond to her already expert fingers...and then she goes into overdrive....rapidly fingering ...working my clit at 100 miles an hour with her fingers flicking back and forth and my eyes roll back into my head and the come is coming again and I cant believe how this is happening and how amazing it is. I have come twice and I NEED to taste her, but those fingers are bewitching and although I am dug into her as well, I cant cope and surrender. It's only been maybe ten minutes and here it is ready to boil over again.   I grip her arm with a death grip to signal her if she doesn't stop its going to happen AGAIN ..and about to freakin faint, I wonder just how she can do that with her fingers, I might say I'd never know, but I DO know cause I know instantly she has practiced this technique on a wanting pussy before...her own. It simply unbelievable, with no worthy words to describe.

I lay with the full weight of my body on top of her in exhaustion....its hot and sweaty. My lips are on her skin of her arm, then her shoulder, but I am gathering strength, and begin to move downward.....playful. she sounds out "don't hurt me," and the thought occurs to me that as much as I am about to do to her, she may pass out for the pleasure. Never more determined have my lips, mouth and tongue been, and my manners have long since gone to where she is just going to to "get it and will have to take it."   I'm going to suck her til my jaw wont move.

I get to my comfortable place between her legs to begin doing what I do best and most love to do, and she surprises me a little by sitting up ...we make eye contact, and its definite that she wants to watch me . very nice.

Five minutes and she comes ...Fifteen minutes and we are starting to lose count of the multiple orgasms ...and half an hour later I wont stop.   I am in heaven and she knows it.   Sucking and licking and sucking her ...feeling all of her response..knowing how it goes for her ...sensing her best moments and amplifying them ...deep into her with my fingers, licking her clit and loving every squirm, shudder, and scream, cussword, or when she was about to come, the 'uh huh uh huh uh huh..yes yees yes ..YES!" Explosions and cliche fireworks ...You know me...you know how much I love to eat pussy...and she knew it to going in, and it wasn't the love of sex or her orgasm ..but genuine care for her every want and need and for how I wanted her to remember me forever for this night."

But she reminded me that its not all about me.

Begging me to kiss her, upward I climbed...kissing her breasts, where I confessed I could curl up to dawn.
We lay side by side kissing, caressing each others tits, looking into each others eyes.
I never asked another woman to eat me before ...with her fingers pulling on my nipples, testing how rough she could get and gauging my reaction, my pussy, having been restored to horny glory, begged for it and it wasnt that I wanted to be tended to, but that I wanted to watch her. So, I changed that ...asked her directly, "Will you eat me please Allie?" "MMMM GAWD YES" she moaned and as I rolled onto my back and spread my legs she dove down with only a few kisses to my skin on the way to the wet spot from her moments before, and entered me eagerly.

She pulled my lips up and flickered her tongue at my hard clit...only up and down motion but like her fingers very rapid right from the start....my nails are clutching the mattress and then pulling her head into me...she uses her thumb on me at my clit and its unreal.   To add to the eroticism, her hanging breast is bumping against the inside of my thigh ..warm and soft ...swaying and softly banging into me providing each of us with a hot sensation.

I almost want to scream..."hey I like it slower than this" but ..we are being led by our passions of the moment ...its amazing that I am being led more than I'm leading her ..and I reason that maybe slower will come later or not at all, but there is nothing wrong ..nothing wrong at ALL with how THIS feels.

I am shaking, out of control, and not on this planet really...clutching the pillow, stringing together "oh my gawd's" and "fuck" and "so good" and many other expressions while squealing and thrusting and gulping and gasping for air in the throes of the most powerful of orgasms.

SHE did this to me ...

Then....laying in a heap she left me ...and I almost felt cold ..for those minutes she was away.

Then she came back and put the radio on...the soft love song station.
Dreamweaver, Shes Always a Woman To Me, Amazed, ..that was the one.

The smell of your skin
The taste of your kiss
The way you whisper in the dark
Your hair all around me
Baby you surround me
You touch every place in my heart
Oh it feels like the first time every time
I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes

We laid together ..me on my back, her in the crook of my right arm, snuggled tightly, listening to those love songs spill out of the speaker... knowing we cant sleep, comfort and so sweet each and ever caress upon my side, or on her shoulder, or against her cheek. Watching the time tick away until our time was done in silence agreeable to us both.

Almost at the end of our time together, she suddenly, and startlingly turned around and got on her knees, lifted up and was in doggy style position, her moist pussy exposed to my feasting eyes, her soft and cream colored breasts hanging just perfectly    She was beautifully posing for me, and it AFFECTED ME. I ran my fingers around her butt cheeks, reached under and cupped her mons, still so soaking. I knew we didn't have time to start again, but I was willing I guess, to go with what she wanted and needed if I could. "What do you want babydoll?" I asked.

"I like when you call me babydoll"

"Then you're my babydoll."

That made her smile a beautiful, vulnerable smile. She took a deeep breath and sighed, "Next time Brenda, I want to you to do me like this ..will you please?"

Now haunting me every night before bed, her words, her image, echoing in my mind, knowing that I don't know when, but that there will be a next time for us both.

Natalie Manes -not a lesbian ..but that sure is a Dykie haircut

2010-06-12T16:41:00.000-05:00

Yall might have read in my earlier posts that I kinda have a hankerin' for a few celebrities ...and one of them has always been Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks. Is she gay or bi or even curious ? Beats me ...doesn't matter. I've been wantin to do some "mattress dancin" with her for a long time ...its just the way that she moves me.

Yep thats a buzz cut !

She and the Dixie Chicks are back on tour and I am not going to say its my favorite look for her ...but it is a statement of sorts isn't it ? Gotta love the ...can I say balls on that girl ...do push the envelope once again. I swear I'd do anything for her. Seriously. Click the link to see a youtube vid of sin wagon.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/06/12/natalie-maines-hair-buzz_n_609996.html

Crystal Bowersox Lesbian Loves

2010-06-10T11:28:00.000-05:00

Crystal Bowersox, who has broken up with her often seen on American Idol boyfriend (now former boyfriend) is rumored to be bisexual, as if anyone with half a gaydar didnt already pick up on that. Consider the source of course, but since its only been a dream of mine for the past several months, let the dream become amplified.

Noted a friend of Bowersox in a National Enquirer interview, "I smoked pot with Crystal about 10 times. We’d get high after school at a friend’s house. We also used to help ourselves to booze – usually beer or wine or Jack Daniels. It was around New Year’s 2002, Crystal was 16 and she and I were chatting with a pal, a younger boy. The conversation got around to our sexual experiences, and Crystal told us how she’d lost her virginity to a boy at our school. Crystal wasn’t at all shy. She told me she’d had sexual experiences with three girls, ‘I’m a pro at this, baby!’"

The friend of Bowersox who was interviewed for the article went on to claim that the singer had had one serious lesbian relationship, and that the other two experiences with other girls were merely flings.

Sandra Bullock Lesbian Kiss with Scarlett, Meryl, and Celebrity Lesbians ILF

2010-06-08T10:35:00.000-05:00

Sandra Bullock in her Lesbian Lip Lock with Scarlett Johannson at the MTV awards over the weekend. This follows her recent Lesbian Kiss with Meryl Streep. Sandra took the intiative and surprised Streep, but this time it was Sandra being surprised by a seemingly (did NOT look like acting to me) smitten Scarlett who appeared to me that she would have gone alot further than the kiss. I'd never cheat on your with a dolt like Bombshell Mcgee. But I think I am moving her into my top five celebrities I wanna kiss ..and do more with. Scarlett could be there too :)
1-Drew Barrymore
2-Zooey Dechanel
3-Christina Aguilera
4-Sandra Bullock
5-Crystal Bowersox
Oh I could go on and on :) This list changes daily.

Christine Aguilera Lesbian make out moments

2010-06-07T07:47:00.000-05:00

I'm only gushing this morning over her. Christina Aguilera, who told a UK interviewer that "Two women are way sexier than two men in bed. We have a better feel for our bodies," has me hot again. I did some freeze frames from "I'm Not Myself Tonight" after watching her on the Today show, and there is not doubt how incredibly beautiful she is tongue tied and tangled up in some fairly HOT lesbian lust. (See pictures) I wrote another time on this blog about how the famous Madonna / Britney Lesbian Kiss was always mislabled because Christine was on the other side of Madonna, but because MTV got a reaction shot from Justin Timberlake, they MISSED Christines kiss. So after seeing the highlights on Today with Matt Lauer, I could not wait to see the vid and although the theme is a bit wilder than my fantasies tend to go, her makeout scenes with the hot bodied brunette did the trick for me.

(ps ..same Today show featured Sandra Bullock and a lesbian kiss with Scarlett Johanssen, her second Lesbian Kiss (1st to Meryl Streep) in the last year.

Keyhole To My Lesbian Bedroom

2010-06-03T12:42:00.000-05:00

Just snapshots of moments I have experienced ..some with more than one partner, some with only one, that were moments I freeze frame and save in a safe place to revisit in my memory.

her thighs opening and closing when my ministrations wipe the smile off her face

when she goes from that giggly, smiling, joking "hey this is fun" like a rollercoaster, to a serious, deep, "what the fuck is she doing to me" intensity.

the random cussing ..the "oooh shit" phase

someone so devoted to getting me off

the high pitch, low pitch moaning

the joining me ...whether its a hand in my hair, grabbing my arm, or more erotically a finger lifting her lips to give me greater access to her clit, or her hands instinctively massaging her own breast...joining me in my task

the slightly embarrassed, self concious, appreciatiive pure expressed joy in the room when her orgasm subsides enough for her brain to begin to think in the present again.

the sucking air through her teeth and the permission she gives when we both know one isn't enough and I begin to build her next

submission into the pillow ...she covers her face, her mouth, her eyes ...this is victory for me

the tightning around my fingers

the looking down at me to either meet my eyes in passionate gaze or sometimes to make sure I am into it as I seem

nipples that one moment are not erect ..and then ..are ...from no touch or anything but that she wants me.

the stating either outloud or in body language that she is spent and cant possibly pop again...and then, overcoimng that to the "here we go again"

Betty White - a woman after my own heart

2010-05-09T18:03:00.000-05:00

Great Quotation from Betty White hosting "SNL"

"If I could go back in time, I would lez it up 24 hours"

The Lesbian Women of Country Music

2010-05-06T08:56:00.001-05:00

Chely Wright is a Lesbian which isn't really news ..something that had been rumored for a long time but she is coming out now and talking about it in a new book. Like Me. Talking about how you just can't be a LESBIAN country singer (ask KD Lang who was first marketed as a country singer because of her love of Patsy Cline) I think we can admit that Chely is incredibly alluring and in this shot, its more than her sweet lips that I beg to kiss (THAT is a cute belly button)
But while it is unprecedented for a country singer to be lesbian, we can wish for others can't we ? I have always thought there was a double meaning to Shania Twain singing "Man, I Feel like a Woman" much the same way as I feel like an ice cream cone sometimes. Sounds hungry ? There is one woman I have dearly, sincerely fantasized about making love to. Me and Natalie Maines could get along just fine I think after a glass of wine and sweet song. I'd love to know what it sounds like when she comes.
Wynonna was in some trouble for sexually harassing a FEMALE employee ...I think she gives the vibe for sure ..if not, my gaydar is broken.
Who else who sings with a twang in her voice do you suspect has experimented or that you would love to kiss, make love to, and cause to country cream ?

Lesbian Lesbian Tribidism in fantasy and familiar orgasmic thrust, lust, and pulsations shared

2010-04-23T14:30:00.001-05:00

Best of AKD
by akiss2desire
all rights reserved
This is one of my most "hit on" posts since I have been doing this blog. Enjoy it if it is new to you.

licking and sucking your tender thighs ... my arms cradling your buttocks as my head bobs betwen your legs.

leaning back to give you more access whle i spread my legs wider ..and then as its becomes comfortable, laying back on the bed to arch my hips against your chin.

circular gentle

looking at your handiwork

turning around and on all fours.....you massage my buttocks before reaching around me to finger it and caress my hanging breats

and then ...drinking in this moment ...I am coming up to you because

THIS IS WHAT I WANT DAMMIT
HAVE ALWAYS SO..>GO THERE WITH ME LOVE

We start it ...oh how I waited for this...wanted for so long-and now we are. DOING IT TOGETHER

F2F screwing

We are tribbing - just months ago I didn't call it that .. didnt know it was called that...dont know if I should call it that...but its what it is and its sooooooo good now.

at one time called it grinding or scissors...whatever ...oh how good this feels to me...a dream come true for this delight of absolute and wholehearted justification of the two of us as not just hunters of sexual pleasure but moreso of the two of us becoming one in what is most alike about us as we slide ourselves together in frictional warmth that grows to heat that grows to moments where we struggle to maintain control ..if control is worth maintaining at this moment.

wet lips against we lips..brushing yours and you brushing mine in little kisses, bumps and a finding of whats better and best.

i have a rythm against you under me--you're getting wetter so that causes me to get wetter...to throb as i know you are as well.

and I realize in this position I can do something delicious, dirty, ...will you like it ?

i begin to start sucking your toes--you squeal playful and thrilled --ahh ...nice to pleasure you

i push down on you and slide with a circular technique that causes you to lift your hips to push your wetness harder against me

i push harder ...its good

you push me harder...still good so good oh gawd so good

magic the way we are falling into to this with so much togetherness

i cant keep my hands off my breasts except for that i can keep my hands off of yours
I am never so self breast absorbed...what oh what is happening to me ...never so good

and now, in my quest to find the one or two things i do to you that you might show me you like the most...i am finding you like it all too much for me to decide..and nothing could turn me on more than to feel your response to all i am doing to you

I want to lay on top of you now

the sexual tickle that shoots from my stiff nipple through my entire being when our warm breasts brush lightly for the first moment ..and then smush softly but weightily together in our passion.

(yes i said smush LOL)

you grasp for my breast, raise up to get your lips around my areolae and then gently sink your teeth around the tip of my nipple--contractions of my skin feeling the wrinkles or your lips and softness of your tongue ...causing me to throw my head back at the electric pleasure your wet lips send through me.

our deep and toung entwined french kiss with muffled moans as i let the full weight of my body fall on top of you...will it hurt you? as it doesn't , you roll slightly to accept my arms and kiss me deeper ...deeper your kiss to invite me further
so i take this moment as mine for us

hands agrasp upon the breast ..deeper this kiss

deeper this kiss

and nipple ..deeper the kiss goes still
deeper for me for you for us

my hand to enjoy the wetness again

to bypass your mound on the way to tickle your thighs and warm your skin their with my palm and fingernails causes your hips to lunge and combined with the tongue now completely as deep as you know I like it...fingers feel and then sink into your need with a finger and quickly two ..pausing to swirl and tickle the clit and plunging to end your wait, and quickly relieve the suspense by my fingers rapidly moving in out and around as your orgasm bursts forth.

Oh im so hungry for you... there are so many ways to find this pinnacle of our desire
we have only just begun to know this light we share at this moment

The Drive - Best of AKD

2010-04-16T08:30:00.000-05:00

Best of AKD
A true story of Self Love on the road
From May 2007

I will call this "The Drive" as if it were fiction ...but it is completely true

I have a 20 to 25 minute drive from my work to where I live ..and I generally work from early in the morning to the early afternoon ..arriving home sometime in the early afternoon ..if I am lucky, with enough free time before I have to pick my child up from school, to spend a little time with "myself." That is, with email, on chat, in bed.... Often, when I know I will have a decent amount of private time, my thoughts begin to wander towards sex as I drive down the highway ...I begin to get wet with anticipation ..and I will put a finger or palm down against my jeans and give it a little push or a tickle.
I believe for the first time last week...one of the warm sunny first days of spring, with the window down on my way home, that I began to include my breasts as I was driving. This is a rural road, so this is not about putting on a show...but as I drove, I pinched my nipples and gently lifted and squeezed first the left and then the right breast ...realizing how "wrong" this was and that I had never done it before...not like this anyway..and also, very aware of how gooooood it was feeling...how much wetter my vagina was getting and how slowly it seemed the SUV was going down the road, because I felt I could not get home to "privacy" fast enough. What I had started in the vehicle was not going to need email, chat, or pornographic inspiration beyond what was already taking place. Bolder I fondled my breasts..now going underneath my blouse and the underwire of my bra ....letting go to let my hand down to my warmest place of desire where I was beggining to throb and pulsate a bit ...tingling with the "no turning back" feeling when masturbation goes from teasing and tickling to thrusting and frigging. Once on a ten hour drive to Atlanta with a skirt instead of the jeans I was wearing now on I tried to finish myself while driving in the middle of that night on the interstate. I had to quit when I rationed that I was speeding up and slowing down and driving so irregularly that a trooper would surely pull me over if I was observed....but then again, I thought...."maybe she will be a lovely, lonely, lady trooper , and maybe that wouldn't be so bad." But common sense and fear overcame me before the orgasm did, and that was that ...

So last week as this erotic drive continued, the thought ...no ..the desire it was ...to finger myself more than just on the outside of my jeans was building and building. I undid the button and slipped the zipper down the inch neccessary to let my hand slip inside. One hand on the wheel, my breasts craving even more attention now that they were being ignored ....and my fingers slipping under my panties to where I was wet and tingling for more concentrating touching than I was capable of in light of my current task of arriving home alive. My clit was hard and super sensitive ....my lips were on the verge of dripping ...and with my breathing I was beggining to pant. As I push deeper ...my first moan escapes my lips and of course I am thinking "this is just crazy...you have got to stop this." Its now instinct that guides my middle finger to increase the pace and my erotic soul begins to whisper to me "almost there...just a little bit more...don't stop."

Now this was happening in broad daylight ...and the rural setting outside my window was giving way to my town coming into view. Soon the speed limit would lower to 25mph, the stoplights would slow me further, and I would be less than a couple minutes from pulling into the driveway. This was not guaranteed relief .... as I imagined a neighbor being neighborly while I feigned polite conversation while my crotch flamed and throbbed. Something didn't want to leave my inevitable conclusion to the chance of that buzzkill....and as I came up on a sidestreet at the edge of town I remembered a small park that could be reached with two quick lefts. I didn't signal and almost put the SUV up on two wheels turning so late and so sharp...but down the street and next after the left the park came into view, and to my hearts content, I noticed no vehicles in the parking lot. Into the space, the vehicle in park, quickly leaning back, spreading my legs and now with no feet on any pedals I furiously fingered myself into an orgasm that gave off beautiful colors, caused my stomach muscles to tighten so that I almost doubled over into the steering wheel...and let go an "I don't care if anyone is nearby to hear this" gutteral "oooooohhh." as the aftershocks of my orgasm filtered themselves out of existence. It was defintely the best I had had in at least a year and perhaps more. I wondered why I had never done that before ...and if I ever would again.

Ultimate submersion into her lesbian first time

2010-03-26T18:35:00.000-05:00

The Pleasure of Submersion into her Lesbian First Time
(the first half was formerly known as 'untitled lesbian fantasy' , I have finished the story for now ..reserving the right to further edit)
By akiss2desire
2010 all rights reserved

It started as an honest conversation with her ..and became a dream ...or a dream come true.You know that when I get reaction from my blog, From the heart and soul in my writing, I'm really flattered to get a response. That makes me so vane or narcissistic ..but .. i like that you read that and react.

And so, she is beautiful, and I her friendship fill strokes my ego, and fills me with a giddy glee.

"it was how you described things

it was like i was able to re create the setting in my mind, and feel like i was an observer standing there

and the things you didnt say i was able to fill in the blanks any way i wanted"

I can't describe how much that zings me anytime I hear something like that.

"I couldn't help putting myself in the place of the women you were writing about. After reading, I turn the lap top off, its just me in my room, its quiet, still filled with the images youve painted and I'm full of desire. I've let my hands explore all over wishing it was you touching me like you described how you do in your writings. Maybe once or twice a week....... has been every night this past week, several times. Well not several times each night... the other night I did it 3 times though."

Now its so personal...and she is so beautiful...how can I NOT think about her.

"I wish you were holding me ..and that the embrace as more

hearing you whisper those things into my ears

feeling the warmth of your breath on my neck and cheek

the warmth of your body against mine"

And so I drifted off to dream of her. Sitting together on the bed after just having that conversation as if she has just told me the things she wrote....romance between us blooms. Her words give me permission.

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I picked her hand up and put it against my cheek

First I just stroked it there and gazed into her soft, vulnerable eyes.

I kissed her hand, her fingers and took her middle finger inside to suck gently while gauging her reaction to the first feel of my mouth upon the warm tender skin.

I know her juices were flowing already and that was getting me ever more aroused.

...sucking in her finger...letting her know my warm wet mouth, and undeniable hunger shown in my eyes

I wanted to reach right for her full, voluptuous breasts and am tempted to dive right for her warm wetness, shock value aside, instinct and pent up desire are fogging my brain to advance our experience a bit too quickly and I almost have to talk myself out of doing what would not be wrong to do...

....if it weren't a first time.

(these first times are getting to be a fetish for me ?)

a special time and a time she has chosen me over all others for to remember for a lifetime.

I avert her luscious lips for another moment to hold her by the shoulders and begin to engage her earlobe with my lips, sucking and swirling, gently nibbling and feeling her innocence melt and limpen. Whispers mean alot to us both .."I cant believe how beautiful you are...you make me feel like the luckiest woman on earth." She doesn't have to answer...all signs of submission to the feelings for us both are there, and before I kiss her I whisper at the same time my embrace tightens lower and more full " We eventually need to get out of these clothes don't we?" "Eventually," she confirms, "but not yet," and I know when I say "just tell me when you're ready," that it won't be long, and I doubt I will need her to say the words...we just know.

I kiss a soft cheek and look deeper into the loveliest eyes, kiss cute, attractive freckles and raise my finger to her lips and elicit a wonderful smile, tugging a pouty lower lip downward, and wait for her to take my finger. She closes her eyes as she sucks it in and her innocence dissolves into a hint of a dirty girl who knows she's driving me crazy. My hand now goes to the back of her neck and I pull her towards my mouth, and almost as a vampire attach my lips at the nape of her neck and gently suck...I know I have permission to leave a mark if I want to ...but for now I will pass, only gently sucking and stroking the back of her neck with my fingertips.

If you have ever had anything you wanted so badly put right in front of you for the taking, you know that if you don't have to snatch it right up, its better enjoyed slowly and in measure ...and for that reason our first kiss, which could have been there for any moment , has built and rising and the wait is about to be over for us both.

I rise from making love to her neck to look passively in the eyes of a woman who trusts me for anything in this moment, and just admire the tremendous beauty ...all stroking, caress and movement between us is stopped ...this moment frozen in time..."are you ready," I try to say with my eyes and grin rather than words. I am a deep kisser, an open mouth kisser, and our first kiss will be exactly that.

Her response comes in wide acceptance and she softly moans into my mouth as the passion grows quickly and includes our tongues meeting, mine gently probing wetly at first before entering more deeply at her invitation.

I think that she didn't have to dress up so much for me, but now I am pleased to lower my hand and against my palm, grasp a breast and through the fabric feel a ripe nipple respond ....how I can't wait to have each one in my mouth ..."soon" I keep telling myself...s l o w   d o w n, but its almost impossible with the desire I am feeling. I lower the straps of her dress and pull down to expose , one by one, the most compelling breasts that ever have or could ever meet my vision, much less, about to know my taste and the excitement.   Keep saying it over and over to myself "stay calm and composed."    But how ?   So SO SOOO excited.

Attacking one another??   Well...I know I have permission to do that, but that will have to wait for another time. While we are taking our time, or more truthfully, it is me who is taking my time making love to her, it is not a leisurely stroll and in fact, carries this magnitude of intensity. Gently squeezing her breast and slightly pinching and massaging with acute presentation upon her nipple, our mouth to mouth hunger intensifies and we both begin to squirm as our bodies respond. I wonder about her arousal while mine begins to seep ...I think, "I cant wait for you to know my desire for you that way. "

I pinched my own neglected nipples, one after another, then lifted her soft hand towards my boobs and pushed her hand squashingly into my now heaving chest ...heaving with the heartbeating so hard from the discovery of her affection, and heaving from my breathing ever harder and heavier by the second.

Once again our eyes meet and hers seem to say "like this" as she grasps and lifts my boob ...instinctively using her thumb to stimulate my nipple and cause me to gasp. I respond by gripping the soft skin of her breast harder, and we both know that the urge to go slow is about to be a bursted dam of inhibitions lost between us. I lower my head to swallow a nipple and moan into it, hearing her own moan in my ears above causes my arousal to heighten ever moreso. Devouring her breast, aggressively, yet ever so softly. Moaning ..slurping even ...loving the weight but also loving the give and response of her tightened nipple between my lips and teeth. She clutches at my breast and whimpers what I interpret to mean a request to quickly remove my top, and I oblige as quickly as I can, removing my top and rapidly unclasping my bra to free my boobs....letting the straps dangle as she takes them down my arms and tosses it on the floor to join my top.

I embrace her to let us both feel the wonder of our boobs warm and pressed erotically together. Our mouths involved in another ever so deep and tonguing kiss.

"My goodness...baby you are so beautiful...so beautiful, " I say stroking her soft hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek, lingering at the look in her eyes and the trust she gives me to lead us. "Stand up," I say and hold her hand as she rises, I lower the dress down past her hips and to the floor at her ankles, and as I stood up to wriggle out of what was left of my clothes, we embraced tightly, now totally nude, and our next deep kiss culminated with me pushing her back down on the bed, laying her crossways.

"I;m going down on you now baby, mmmm kay ?"

"Oh my gawd," she exclaimed and my nails crawled gently into the skin of her shoulder.

"Is it alright ?"

"Yes," she said in combination of resignation and anticipation.

I kissed my beauty one more time before this romance would give way to hot sex. Our kiss included a lingering when our tongues first touched. When I probed deeper, the desperation to "do her" was a second by second realization of her lesbian virgin soul which soon would traverse from only the imaginable to a throbbing, WET TRUTH to be left in evidence upon the sheets on which we were making intense, overwhelmingly intimate love.   Every part of me was pulsating, and in each kiss she was with me there. I was tingling and she was making me feel competely alive in mindy, body and soul, in fingertips and lips and in the aching desire of my breasts and drenched vagina.

I took a moment to admire her body glowing in the afternoon sunstream from the small gap in the hotel room curtain.

I love that kissing down the belly thing...I'm always uncomfortable for a moment when its done to me ..but I relish the kissing down down down licking her side, licking under her belly button, lingering at the panty line.

When my mouth reached its ultimate destination, my body was at the point where, because she was half off the bed, I slooped down to the floor, maintining, for the most part, and probably comically, mouth contact against her skin the entire time.   Now on the floor and looking upward as I began to minister to her pleasure, I stopped to tease her clit with just the very tip of my tongue...knowing she needs and wants more is a way I like to play at first ..and then she pushed up into me, I refused, at least temporarily, that demand to suck her swollen cunt and continued the tease until it illicited a whining moan as if to beg me to get into her ...and knowing she'd suffered enough, opened my mouth wide and swallowed as much of her juiciness and sucking her into me while rounding my tongue and starting to give us both what we needed....the submersion into her, and therefore mine own, ultimate oral pleasure. I put a lip lock on her clit and there were audible slurps. My tongue flicked and teased her engorged clit, and my fingers entered into the fray softly caressing her labia and stroking towards her clit, then one followed by another gentle entering finger into the constant but unpredictable contractions inside her pussy. In and out and swirling around, my tongue, lips, fingers and desire.

Oh those cries out when she came.   When her legs drew her knees upward and she was shaking her head side to side and biting down hard on her lower lip. As I witnessed this, I felt so special as if she has bought the most expensive gift for me..."for me ?"

After orgasm after orgasm...never stopping...knowing she didnt want me to til we were just both gone, I slowed to a soft lick barely touching again, and she sits up as if to say "we are done with this" and I let her believe that for a split second when our eyes meet and I smile and gently nudge her back down...or at least attempt to...but she resists...so I push harder.

"I think I dont have any more in me....please let me know what its like make love to you this way." I loved to hear it, but still needed convincing...but my cunt screamed loudest, demanding her attention anyway she would give it.

I stopped and got up wobbly off the floor, and she rolled over on her stomach. A playful slap on her rump and rubbed in the sting, and got into the bed, longways, sliding her aside and diagonal.

My beauty may have been involved in her first time with a woman, but how strongly she surprised me. I had had my butt slapped and provided the same stimulation for lovers before..but she surprised me with an open handed SLAP upon my breast and my nipple straightened right out at the sting while I involuntarily shrieked "ouch!"

She looked at me with a look that simultaneously begged forgiveness and searched for signs of whether or not it was a turn on or turn off. I made a mental note to return the favor at the earliest point, as anyone who woulld do that so unannounced must like to have it done to her. While a thousand responses crossed my mind, I settled for "you gonna say your sorry ?"

A wicked look in her eye knew it was ok, and while rubbing the sting out grasping and massaging the offended boob, she whispered "Im sorry...wont do it again, unless you want me to." She lowered her head to suck on my tit and give my breasts the hand and mouth love they so crave. She nibbled upon my nipple, biting much harder than I had bitten her some half an hour before in our foreplay to her orgasmic enjoyment. I was willing to let her find her way with me. The slap and bite ...they were signs of her confidence...something maybe not expected in someones first time, but also signs she wanted to impress me for this time and perhaps beyond. Her rough play told me some of what she may like in the future, and it told me where we were going...not necessarily that it was going to be rough, in fact, if that's what she had in mind I would certainly put up enough roadblocks ..but it was clear indication that she intended to withhold nothing in the name of passion.

I loved knowing the sensation she was about to feel. My pussy was as wet as a bowl of soup. She entered me first with two fingers, I gasped and moaned, and while still sucking upon my boobs she entered me with a third, I guess determined to make me enjoy penetration more than I usually might. I clutched the back of her head against my breast and soon she was finger fucking me harder than I would usually want for pure pleasure, but the pure pleasure was how much she was into it. It felt good, and while it isn't the way I usually want it, I couldn't deny it was a sure path to orgasm as hot as I was from pleasuring her, did feel good and didn't want to spoil the moment to tell her to slow down. I was getting off on her enthusiasm to make me come, and the learning about her wants and needs as much as I was coming from the sexual stimulation. She was jabbing up deeply into me and her thumb nudging my clit on each penetration was sending waves of pure delight throughout me.

My love was showing outward in sure physical excitement and the script of making love, but inwardly, I was deepening and deepeningly fallling for her because of every way she showed me that us being together was so right. It was too soon for those feelings, but they were undeniable. At a moment when I was going to explode, she found a rythym on my clit with her index finger and I grabbed her wrist and demanded "just like that," and neared and neared and neared the bang and writhing and shaking while she pulled me close to her body and knew how to finish me.

It subsided and I knew she wouldnt be complete without licking me...though truthfully, I was ready to go back to licking her ...but having been in her place, I knew she wanted to, and wouldn't mind if I asked. "Suck my pussy...please." (well it could have been the C word, but am I that dirty of a girl ? dont answer that LOL)

She really didnt hesitate...going down, positioning, looking so so so beautiful as she lowered between my legs and into me. I was so fully excited it wouldnt be long before I popped again if she only touched me with her warm tongue. "I cant believe I am about to do this," she said and it happened with the fireworks and fairydust tingles giving way to rumbles giving way to the pow when it let go.   I shouldn't have been surprised that she was GOOD with her mouth...didn't expect anything else...it should have been no surprise at all that she knew exactly how to flatten her tongue, mix up her technique, and test which pressures I responded most to. I told her over and over and over with every way I could whisper or moan or make the words out "how good , so good baby."

When it was imminent for her orgasm, yes HER orgasm I will say because even though it was my muscles contracting and spasming, it was the one she created and needed to feeeeel, I reached down and clamped her head against my pussy, surrounding her with my thighs, and she braced against my butt cheeks and I just let her have the real me...gushing, dripping, her gulping sounds and moaning into me as I moaned above. My coming slowly subsided, and when it was truly over and I lay motionless and spent and her furious licking had faded into kisses around my labia and included my thighs combined with knowing massage to ease me back to reality, she slouched and smiled and I didn't need to be a mind reader to understand she was thinking "I did it," and that it was good, as it always is when a woman first knows the love only two women can make. She arose to lay with me against my shoulder. Close, so close she and I were under the warmth of the sheets, never mind the gigantic and ever chilling wet spot my butt was laying in. She slumped against me and laid in my arms while I caressed and comforted and stroked her soft soft hair.    How difficult it was to get up from the bed, get clothed again and say goodbye to the time, passion, and affection we shared

The Smiles and Knowing of our Lesbian Kiss

2010-03-20T15:32:00.000-05:00

the smiles and knowing outside in the sunshine ...your smile invites me ..knows i am coming on to you and doesn't resist

inside on the couch and sitting close and almost facing

twirling your blonde hair and seeing your shoulders slump and your sigh of resignation

could have kissed you then but

laid my hand on your thigh to be sure of my intentions...now becoming ours

and when our hands clasped ...we were no longer going to be just friends

you cant seem to make eye contact with me

but i never saw anyone smile so big

the nervous tension to be broken soon and we know we are going all the way

stroking your thigh again and i notice your nipple stiffened enough to poke through the fabrics of your bra and tank top

you notice me noticing that and your eyes meet mine

im scrunching closer and even closer on the couch and stroking from your thighs to your arms to your shoulders while our talk about nothing continues

you back up but i know you aren't resisting are you ? no...you readjust yourself on the couch to face more towards me

In my mind, I am quite serious and quite determined to claim your lips in our first kiss, but I am airy, flirty, and hesitant for want of the right moment

but those nipples stuck out like that, and your cleavage, and soft skin, sweet welcoming light blue eyes are all screaming at me

a warm flush I feel, a heart in jungle drumbeat, and tingles head to toe . . . and a voice in my head that urges me to take you for both of us

i move in to kiss you in a mid sentence and you turn your head away

my fingers upon your cheek to turn your head back to face me and I lower my lips to meet your soft soft wonderous lips and part them with my tongue

oh the most delicious of kisses broken by your turning away, covering your heart, and a modest attempt to at least give the possibility of return

but my hands are stroking your shoulders, your arms, your thighs again...and when I move in for another kiss and your turn away, I again turn your head back into mine to meet your sweet lips yet again, and lower my head to begin to pleasure the nape of your neck

and over the fabric my fingers feel your nipples respond to my touch

and this time when we kiss, your mouth opens wider, your tongue enters my mouth, and your hands begin to touch me in the ways i have been touching you

and we begin making love as women do

Lesbian crescendo after crescendo

2010-03-09T08:58:00.000-05:00

Repost from 2008 while my creative juices recharge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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