The bell sounded
it was the end of the last period for the week
I couldn’t believe it
no more law until Tuesday week
I had tort law running through my head
at 90 miles per hour
not to mention criminal
the precedence set by this
did he have the state of mind for that
it was seriously all too much
In the cafeteria Billy came over for a chat
as I took the coffee to go
she asked if she could visit on Saturday
now we were on break I said fine
she was lonely no doubt
with her family all the way down south
and a one bedroom bedsit was hardly the place to spend Easter
all on your lonesome
I raced to catch the bus
and within an hour was showered and in bed
Cest le vie to term one I thought
this little black duck is over and out
The door bell rang at about 9 Saturday night
I was pleased to see Billy
she was fun
growing up on a big farm she had some great stories
and she loved a drink and a party
she was always friendly to me around campus
I am still halfway through dressing
I still hadn’t finished washing so I wore a skirt only
screw the panties
its only Billy and I
and reaching for a bra
I grabbed the first one I could see
that pink pokodot number well I guess that will have to do
I said somewhat bemused
I wish I was as unorganised as you
I’m so anal when it comes to clothes
It takes me an hour to leave home
this is little Beck on a good day
Okay so I have my skirt the sexy wedges my little pink t
and the good old pokodot bra number
lets hit it
When we arrived the club was already on the go
most of our year was there
that gorgeous hunk Pete Styrus
not to mention Calvin Gale
fuck I would like to have that guy for breakfast
three Bacardi Breezers later
Billy and I hit the Tequilas
the pit was hot and I was loving the freedom
of a Saturday without study
of a Saturday night with so many studs, more to the point
Billy kept slamming the Tequilas into me
I was pretty well wasted by the time 3am arrived
I worked all night on Calvin
at least we exchanged phone numbers
I said to Billy
as we struggled our way out of the taxi
back at my place I poured Billy a Vodka lime and soda
we relaxed on the couch watching
as the lights on the bay flickered in the breeze
the lights catching site of the shark nets
as they came on intermittently
I flew upstairs into the top bathroom
quickly sliding two fingers down my throat
letting it all out
A burger from Charlies
three Bacardi Breezers
however many tequilas
and whatever else lay lurking
I felt fucking terrible
as I sliced another paper towel
and more soap from the cylinder
splashing water on my eyes to relieve some of the strain
keeping the tap on full tilt I threw away the pink t
the pokadot number
and flicked on the shower
before hopping in skirt and all
I have to get this shit off me
the hot water built up quickly
I could finally breath again in spite of the steam
looking up I noticed the pink t and the pokadot number
falling from above the shower door to my feet
you’d better wash these as well
laughing as she threw them in
how embarrassing I shouted
above the sound of the gushing water
as I bent down to peel my skirt away from my ankles
we’ve all been there
Can you be a doll and bring me that blue night dress
from my yellow drawer the top shelf Honey
placing it on the towel rack before heading back downstairs
to her Vodka
drying my hair and returning to the couch
Don’t even think about it
you’re just letting off a bit of steam letting go of semester one
Letting go of the fact I couldn’t pick up Calvin
I said sombrely
leaning forward to caress my cheekbones with her hands
Screw Calvin you’ve got good old Billy to hang with
we both laughed
I was so fucked up I should probably be crying
I thought to myself
As my head fell in a heap on the pillow to crash totally out of Semester one
It must have been about 11 when the screen door closed
Billy found her way back from the balcony
I stole some moisturiser
I’ve been treating my feet
Tell me about it
the walk from the top campus down to the bottom is horrendous
those steps are killers
Do you want me to treat you?
still half smashed
As Billy sat beside me on the couch
squeezing a dollop of the smooth moisturiser over the crown of my foot
then gently under my heel
Oh more, more that feels sensational Billy
Thank you, you moisturising goddess
You saviour of all first year law students
Billy massaged the back of my ankles
then lathered some cream into my calves
before rubbing the smooth liquid in
then retreating back onto my feet and toes
and I really meant it
two times on the bike at the gym this week and my calves were a wreck
Billy can you splash some on my fingers?
On Thursday night my aqua class punished my thighs
I went to work on them with the lotion from left to right
then down to my knees
Billy picked up where I left off
I lifted my pretty blue night dress toward my hips
to afford my guest some room to assist her in alleviating my tightness
with her hands pushing firmly in the centre of my thighs
Billy lowered her fingers under my legs then up
and slowly down my inner thighs
fuck that feels good Billy
as she continued to open the door on my holidays
sorry Billy I said
as I lifted my legs up at the knees to relieve an itch
the last thing you need after a night out
is to have a nineteen year old pussy thrown in your face like that
as I realized albeit too late
that Billy would have copped an eyeful of my exposed slit
Its ok I’ve seen worse
I bet you have
leaning forward to pull her hair playfully
you dirty little cowgirl
Billy blushed in fact she almost turned over the top red
So how did you find out?
Billy what are you talking about?
It was just a joke
I’m just a bit sensitive
she went on, somewhat hesitantly
I am in a relationship with a girl from back home
I did want to tell you though I was worried you wouldn’t be my friend
You’d think I was some gay lame psycho goth from Alabama
Well you got the last part right
But seriously sister you and I are tight
I love you
reaching out to hug her
I don’t care what political persuasion you lean toward
I still want you as my friend
I whispered in her ear
pulling her tightly into my chest to release all the warmth I could muster
One or two tears met my cheekbones
as Billy slowly withdrew before wiping her eyes
and laughing her way through the tears
By the way she said
Your wrong about your snatch
I reckon Calvin’s missing out on a catch
as a ten mile wide smile returned to her face
I can’t believe you did actually look
before rising to chase her all the way back upstairs
You naughty little cowgirl If I wasn’t raised better I’d throw you over my knee and give you a good spanking
in between fits of laughter
Billy jumped upon my bed and lay now on her side
her head resting upright with her elbow on the bed
on a serious note
she said in her best attorney accent
thank you for understanding babe
I haven’t been in town long enough
to have newcomers run out on me
and your acceptance of who I am is appreciated
I lay down beside her guiding her hair away from her eyes
above her forehead before engaging her beautiful still teary eyes
hey you gorgeous lesbian
this little black duck isn’t going anywhere
The phone rang
I hopped up
Billy could hear me laughing from the living room
Where’s Mrs Gale then?
well my offers only good for 24 hours
I told Calvin shortly after I hung the phone up
What’s happening girlfriend
now standing directly behind me
Calvin’s girl is out of town for the weekend
I told him I’d act as a backup
He’s on his way
Do you want me to leave?
Of course not
stick around Billy
Calvin’s parents are in town
He won’t be here for long
Lets head out for Thai when he’s left how does that sound?
As long as I’m not in your way?
Don’t be ridiculous this guy only wants to get his dick wet
its not like he’s a lifelong soul mate
remember friends first philanderers second
either way I’ll make myself scarce and check in my room
to listen to some music maybe catch up on last semesters sleep
I’m going to freshen up for my catch
I knew Calvin would come around
to see things from my perspective
like I said to him
you have to choose between the girl you’ve already slept with
for over a year now
or something new
you make your mind up Calvin
I had said to him
but you only have twenty four hours
Calvin was a 25 year old honor’s student
with all the trimmings
and blue blood to boot
he had all the trappings to
a known cad on campus
Calvin’s eyes wandered way past the first year students
all the way to the lecturing department from all accounts
but I was ready
what did I care
I’m not too smooth
grabbing a razor
and removing a batch of small hairs
hiding the entrance to my tender opening
leaving only a tussock of blonde above
before lathering myself with the vanilla body wash
My quest had been realized
Calvin was on his way over
as I massaged my slit then inside my butt cheeks
bending over to ensure my coverage was complete
she really didn’t strike me as being in a lesbian relationship
she had never really mentioned anyone close
let alone a girlfriend
I stood up to lather my breasts
the sweet smelling liquid racing across their face
over my torso and back
then down into my hollow
before sidestepping my toes and flowing out of sight
with her dark black hair and warm hands
rubbing moisturiser into my tired legs
teary eyed then loving and kind
lying alone in her room now
in the company of my home
Billy sat in the spare room
she hitched up her skirt to reveal her exposed mound
having followed Beck’s queue she too had not worn any underwear
despite Beck having showered last night
following her violent illness
Billy remained clothed as she had been for the past 24 hours
she had been otherwise occupied
focusing on Beck
the gorgeous tall blonde with whom she had been infatuated with
since arriving on campus
having stomached the courage to invite herself over
a move she had been planning for weeks now
everything had played into her hands
or so she thought
with Beck drunk
rejected by her Calvin
and in need of a massage
all the stars aligned
but it wasn’t to be
Billy found herself backtracking at 100 miles an hour
into some bullshit story about a girl friend back home
anyway at least Beck appeared to swallow it
but that was kind of irrelevant now Billy thought
because Beck was about to swallow Calvin
Billy was frustrated
she closed her tired eyes and replayed the last 24 hours
her mind replayed it all in slow motion
back to when she arrived at Beck’s
to watching her dress into her pretty pokadot bra and pink t shirt
to catching glimpses of her exposed snatch on the ride home
Becks fetish for not wearing panties had lit a fire between Billy’s own legs
eyes closed Billy’s mind drifted
to watching as Beck showered
she paused as the video was stuck
stuck at the scene where Beck had bent over in the shower
to remove her skirt as it caught itself upon her wet ankles
Billy started to remove her own skirt
her own slit was wet
in need of some attention
full of frustration
of pent up desire
of hunger for Beck
for what seemed like an eternity
Billy had stood staring at Becks beautiful blonde body
as she lathered her back and shoulder blades in wash
Billy had allowed her eyes to drink in the firmness of Becks butt
her long legs and tight inner thighs
the video continued in Billy’s mind
with Billy now searching her own inner thighs
as she fast forwarded to their brief intimacy
to the couch scene
when Billy had been careful to gently caress Becks feet
her ankles and then her thighs sweating inside
nervous and scared
Billy had proceeded to approach her friends exposed prize
the bounty that she had longed for
driven forth on adrenalin alone Billy had continued on massaging
touching and spoiling Becks body
until her cover had been blown
the video ended
yet Billy needed a replay
her anxious now wet hole needed another dose
another shot of Beck
of Beck lying comfortably on the warm leather couch
lifting her pretty blue night dress
then opening her legs to give Billy all she had dreamed of
for so many months prior
Billy began to reach into her wetness
with one hand arousing her breast
playing with her now erect nipple
she began entering
finding herself with her long juicy fingers
as her dark hair retreated
to push open the path for her
Billy shut her eyes even tighter now
clutching to the vision of Beck on the couch
the smell of the moisturizer
the softness of her skin
she placed two fingers on either side of her swollen button
then releasing them
allowing the droplets to slide within her slit
where now her fingers played
chasing her wanton lust
channeling her desire
until finally she gave in
writhing forward in ecstasy with her fingers deep inside
as she thrust them further up
hanging on her gspot
before opening up her walls to release the pent up desire
the juice from within her love hole
tightening her torso muscles to push a bit more out
finally the pleasure flowed over
Becks vision reappeared
leaving Billy flat in a spasm
the aftershocks squeezing her rear
Sylvia wound down the window on the Mercedes station wagon.
“Bye Harry, goodbye Tom”, Cliff said “Bye bub. What’s for dinner?” He asked Sylvia.
“Moroccan chicken” his wife replied.
“I won’t be late” he said, before watching as the Mercedes commenced the journey back to town.
“Well played Cliff” the club secretary noted, as he passed by Cliff’s truck to head for the Pavilion.
Old Errol loves his beer, Cliff thought to himself, as he walked around the back of his polo truck.
His polo groom Skye was just letting “Llorento”, the last of the horses free. With all the tack back in the truck, and the horses fed and watered, they were just about ready to leave. Then sitting on the back of the Rover taking off his polo boots Cliff flinched. Skye had thrown half her water bottle down his Jodhpur’s front. “I told you I’d get you” she laughed.
“You naughty little girl“, He quipped. “You’ll pay for that”.
The lights flickered in and out of the passenger seat on the drive home, capturing Skye’s polo shirt and tights. She too had been playing with water. Maybe she had wet herself when hosing down the horses, Cliff thought, as her wet polo shirt caught his eye. Both way it was summer, and no doubt she would be straight in the pool when they arrived home. Like so many other English polo grooms Sydney was home in summer. The eastern suburbs and north shore were lined with beaches, close to polo fields, close to money, and close to boys, or men, whichever you preferred.
“You are a seriously naughty girl for wetting Daddy”, yelled Cliff, as he now caught a glimpse of Skye’s young butt, wandering through the Rover headlights on the way inside his home. Then taking a shower Cliff could see Skye’s bikini top from the bathroom window. He watched as she lay on her back in the salt water pool, breasts upright. Her young nipples pointing firmly northward to the night sky. Soon the moon would arrive to replace the pool lights, and push everyone toward another Monday, of commuting, suits, skirts and computers. He kissed Sylvia on the cheek, before retiring downstairs to watch the last few chukkas of his polo game on video. He was bloody annoyed. The 8 goal polo player they were paying to play in the tournament was having a shocker. “Useless”, Cliff said to himself. “I don’t know what this guy’s game is”.
Cliff went down to the garage to place the cell phone in the Rover, he knew he’d forget it in the morning otherwise. Passing Skye’s room he noticed her door ajar, watching as she turned out the bedside lamp and slid into bed with nothing but her knickers on. Her small “A” cup breasts meeting his eyes as he wandered down the hallway. Then returning within seconds to slowly approach her bed, Cliff placed a toy rubber snake on her bedside table, before turning on the lamp near her bed. Skye rolled over, only to scream at the top of her lungs at the sight of the snake, as she leapt from the bed, jumping toward the curtains in the corner of her room. “You bastard”, she exclaimed.
“I told you were a naughty girl for wetting Daddy” Cliff replied. “Now it’s time for Daddy to wet you”.
The next morning Skye arrived home from the beach. She always had the Monday morning free from her duties as a nanny. She needed the break on Monday mornings. Polo grooming on the weekend was somewhat demanding, and then there was the drive home. Today her wrists were still a bit sore too. She thought she might take in a shower. Last night Cliff, or Daddy as she knew him, had managed to tie her to either end of the Rover tailgate, before spanking her naughty little bottom with the polo whip. “Poor daddy”, she thought to herself, having tied her ankles tightly together with the purple polo bandages, he had found it hard to forge his large cock into her slight little pussy. “Anyway, boys will be boys”, she thought. Nevertheless her wrists really did hurt, the rope from the polo halter had bit into them, as she struggled to set herself free, in search of daddy’s present.
With Tom and Harry left for the bus stop, Cliff long gone and the Bub back in her cot, Sylvia had already taken her customary bath and was back in bed, asleep to the peaceful sounds of the babies monitor downstairs. Sylvia’s floral nightshirt, softly caressed her tired limbs, as she lay peacefully asleep. Skye entered the king size room, taking time out to watch a shipping tanker make its way into the harbour through the heads. Two small tug boats were coming forth to greet the tanker, before escorting the large vessel through the harbour into town. The Manly ferry further out was passed by the Hydrofoil, bringing the second round of commuters into Circular Quay. “It’s just another manic Monday”, Skye thought. Sylvia then stirred, her knees pushing forward up to her chest, as Skye slid into bed next to her. “You’re warm”, Skye said, releasing her towel and hugging Sylvia close from behind, the young girl reaching around to cuddle Sylvia’s large, milk filled breasts. Sylvia rolled over to lay on her back, before leaning forward and sweeping Skye’s blond hair back from her forehead.
“How was your swim?” She asked.
“The water was absolutely beautiful”, Skye replied, with a charming smile that lit up the room.
They lay peacefully for a short time, the morning birds sounding out the monitor, as the sun slowly made its way further north, above the balcony toward their room.
“Mommy’s hungry”, said Sylvia. Skye responded, climbing forward from Sylvia’s waist, over her milk filled breasts. Then spreading her legs outward, Skye moved her hips lower, to angle her smoothly shaven young pussy gently upon Sylvia’s wanton lips. The bright red lipstick soon met the pink, as Skye’s juicy young snatch slithered and slid across the mature woman’s mouth, only to be penetrated by Sylvia’s long, gorgeous tongue.
“Keep going Mommy”, Skye begged, as Sylvia sucked and sucked on her small button. Pulling it between her teeth, then releasing it softly, only to dive back inside her tight, young hole. Sylvia’s hand, now leaving Skye’s hips, led a finger toward the young girls butt. The touch was too much for Skye. Within seconds she exploded, releasing a pool of sweet juice all over Sylvia’s hungry mouth,
Running down her neck toward her beautiful breasts.
Skye then moved lower herself back down the bed. Then lifting the floral night dress above Sylvia’s slender hips, she proceeded to expose the mature woman’s pretty landing strip pussy. Opening the moistened lips to kiss her thirsty slit.
“Does Mommy need a lick?” Skye asked wryly, as the early morning sun brought its heat to the centre of their bed.
“Good girl baby’, Sylvia replied, arching back with pleasure, drinking in the young girls wet tongue.
“Good girl”, she whispered.
“Good girl for Mommy”.
It was 4.20 and the store was all but empty. Monday evenings were quiet at this time of year. Summer hadn’t really arrived and late fall was hardly the time to splash out on new lingerie. Well not in this isolated section of the mid-west.
I sat swiveling on the high chair behind the counter. My black shoes were somewhat scuffed. I’d need to clean them before tomorrow’s shift. My brown work skirt was riding up my legs, just briefly exposing the white panties I had worn for two days straight. Pretty rank really. My phone buzzed again. James wanted Pizza tonight, not sushi. “BTW Mom’s at Jane’s tonight we can watch Twilight”, he said.
“Cool”, I replied, as a tall blonde lady in a black and white dress smiled and found her way to my department racks. I had only been in lingerie for three weeks, though having spent six months in sports and swimwear I was enjoying it. There was much more range in intimates, and at least women (or men for that matter) became excited when shopping for their favorite underwear. At 16 being my first year out of school I was luckier than most James’ Mom had reminded me.
“I was lucky to have a job” she had said.
The bell rang and I met the tall blond lady in between the change room and our overseas collection. She was trawling through the Italian “La Perla” range, where the darker colors she said weren’t as suited to her color. I’m more of a pink and red girl she laughed, as the UK “Gossard” range of intimates met her fingertips.
“Have you ever heard of the Triumph range” I suggested? “They have a new “Amourette Collection” that has some pretty pink and red pieces”, I said.
“Let’s have a look” she replied, smiling as we made our way toward the far right hand corner of the store. Her eyes lit up. “Stunning” she said, she quickly pulling two bra’s both pink and red from the rack. “I’m hopeless” she said. “I’m all out of whack. Up top I’m a 34C and downstairs I’m practically a small to medium”, confused as to where she could find the right sized panties.
“If you take the bras into the change room I shall find the matching panties and bring them over to you, if that’s okay”, I suggested, keen to make a sale. Then as I spoke she quickly grabbed a third bra, more of a crimson color from the clothes hanger, and clutching onto the three bras proceeded toward the change room.
“I like to mix and match” she said, arching her long neck back in my direction as I turned, catching a glimpse of her taut ankles, white sandals and pink toenail polish, as she disappeared around the end of aisle 7. Within two minutes I had located the matching Triumph panties. Well the matching colors as it were, the panties the lady had requested were at least two sizes smaller than the bra size she had collected from my racks.
Taking time to gently draw back the change room curtain I slid the panties onto the change room lounge seat. I could see her turning toward me, as she strapped the pink bra up from bend her back, then began pulling it up higher above her breasts, her head lowered to perfect bra placement. Her breasts were large though firm, her nipples a beautiful rich dark pink, pointing in large circles toward my clumsy stance.
“There just on the couch seat” I said, in a shy voice, as I drew the curtain to the change room closed, before sitting behind the change room counter. Within seconds she appeared. She was wearing a pink multistrand necklace and matching wristlet. A Boho Chic look that I hadn’t noticed before.
“Kind of cool”, I thought, for a middle aged Mom, “that is if she was a Mom”, I mused. Walking slowly toward me, with her white sandals still on, I noticed she had chosen the pink bra and the red panties. They looked gorgeous on her, I thought to myself. Simply stunning. The panties I had chosen were perfect. They clung to her thighs though not tightly enough to place pressure upon her crotch, whilst her bum cheeks were covered, and in no way protruding from the pretty red briefs. She threw her head forward, as her long blond hair whisked its way down over her taut torso toward the beautiful red briefs.
Then lifting her head back up and smiling, “how do I look?” She asked.
“You look wonderful”, I said with an air of unexpected confidence, “absolutely wonderful”.
“How does the size appear?” She questioned, moving closer toward me. Close enough for me to take in the feint scent of “Issay Mayake” that lingered from her presence.
“The 34C is a brilliant fit, well you already knew that”, I answered, whipping up a head of steam (I was on a roll), “and the first thing I noticed as you alighted from the change room was how well the “Triumph” panties fitted you. I must say I was a bit nervous, having chosen them myself, but they look great”, I said.
“Why thank you” she said, as she came in close to me. “You have such eloquent language” she said, “for a small town girl”. “And such beautiful black hair”, she said softly, gently brushing a length of my hair away from my cheekbone.
“Why thank you” I replied, blushing. “No one has ever said that to me before”.
Then leaning forward and whispering in my ear “well now someone has”, she said, before turning to walk back into the change room, her long slender legs reaching all the way to the new red panties, as they clung so beautifully to her tight firm hips. I felt a tingle whistle slowly down through my own torso, in between my ribs, beneath my tender young breasts, a soft release, from somewhere down below, as the feint scent of her “Issay Mayake” perfume lingered in the air around me, lighting up every orifice of my young body, causing me to feel faint myself. Weak at the knees I sat back at the counter, before drawing in a deep breath and returning to sit back behind the change room counter.
Within what seemed like seconds her American Express card had filtered through my card machine, and with her bright red “Triumph” lingerie bag she quickly made her way toward the store exit. “I’ll have to let you out”, I said, “as the store is closing”.
“Thank you so much” she said turning again toward me once more. “What is your name gorgeous girl?” she inquired.
“My name is Jessie”, I said, with a broad smile.
“Well nice to meet you Jessie, I’m a Jessie to, but most of my friend call me Jessica. I might see you again, I’ve just bought a small ranch and am moving in this weekend. I’m not much of a country girl, I might need some tips from a pretty country girl”, she said, as she approached the exit doors.
“I hope you enjoy the Amorette Collection”, I yelled as she walked briskly away down the hallway. “It looks beautiful on you”, I said. It was too late. She had gone.
Locking up the store I went up into the office to flick on the external security cameras. My vision caught the change room camera frame. It was on all day to prevent theft from within the stores change room. I thought for a split second. “I shouldn’t do this”. Then picking up the remote I rewound the change room tape. Sitting now in the dark my eyes wandered through the proceeding twenty minutes of change room vision. There was Jessica, pulling her dress from above her shoulders. Undoing her bra strap. Then turning toward the camera. Before bending over to remove her panties toward her ankles. Exposing the most breathtaking sight I had ever seen in all of my short sixteen years. The most beautiful pink pussy. So warm, so smooth, so pink. Within moments my own fingers had found their way inside my own dirty white panties. Penetrating within the folds of my tender young skin. Rubbing at the wetness that dripped from my snatch. Fingering now furiously as I kicked the door latch. With lights now off I focused further in. Nervous anxious, excited, buried within my sin.
Laci’s Lingerie, by Amber Skye
Laci’s Lingerie is a slick read with twists and turns between lesbian trysts as Jodi, the 19 year old student takes a summer break job working in a lingerie store. Jodi, recently broken up with boyfriend Stephen, quickly learns there’s more to lingerie than meets the eye, as she gains additional work experience from Lydia, the sultry blonde goddess with 34dd measurements up top and a smooth finish down below. Lydia’s southern drawl soon casts a spell over young Jodi, who until this point has never looked at women with anything more than a passing glance. When it comes to measuring up in the change rooms, Jodi soon passes the employment test, and before long Lydia introduces the store owner, the classy and stylish Laci, to examine her new employee’s wares.
The novel is fast paced and flows from sofa scene to sofa scene. There was an element of surprize throughout with some jealousy thrown in to keep the plot spicy. I enjoyed the introduction of a love interest later on in the novel, and thought this feature of the story could have been explored even more. That said if you’re looking for fast paced lesbian erotica this weekend, Laci’s lingerie is definitely worth a read. There’s enough heat between the pages to keep your juices flowing throughout Jodi’s summer of fun.
The girls slowly peeled from within their party clothes
pantyhose and stockings aside they sat
eager to continue their night together
Kath lay on their sofa between Charlotte’s legs
they opened now gently to meet her touch
as the wetness of her tongue found some soft smooth love
in which to swim as she opened from above
playing beneath her girlfriends crown
angling her head sideways to dive deeper down
into the warmth of her lovers sweet well
caressing and licking as her dark hair fell
Kath then moved above her lover’s hairy mound
over her torso to higher ground
a finger for her breasts
then another for her mouth
eyes meeting eyes before returning south
As Charlotte spread saliva
upon her finger tips
then down into the pool she quickly fell
inserting her own fingers to play as well
Now as Charlotte herself began to moan
Kath’s pussy began to scream
her fingers yearning
to enjoy her own slit
timing met timing
she’d have to wait a bit
I lay around Saturday afternoon exploring the website Girlsway. Site creative director Bree Mills has done a brilliant job compiling a host of female on female lesbian sexual encounters. Ranging in content from stepmother daughter, to first time lesbian anal and gorgeous lesbian experiences, the sites eclectic feast of beauty, is all caught magnificently in high definition heaven.
Before too long I was searching through the Goodreads I wanted to catch up on.Harper Bliss’ ‘Wetter”, and “The New Girl“, quickly headed to the top of my list. In short Harper has a way of draining every morsel of fluid from your body from the neck down, in rapid time. As is the modus operandi of her characters, your nipples soon stand to attention, whereupon moisture quickly commences leaking from all the right places. Before too long your body is enveloped in a sea of ecstasy, as you struggle to find enough strength to turn from page to page.
Wetter, by Harper Bliss
Rachel, the central character in “Wetter” is a bit betwixt and between, if the truth be known. Her male companion Jimmy, (a great cuddler), and her cat Jamie, wait attentively for her return from the gym. Meanwhile Rachel is curiously besotted with the ab muscles clenching tightly to the chest of her spin class instructor Toni. A short and somewhat sweaty read later and the reader soon finds themselves embroiled in a dizzy situation. For Rachel finds herself losing all sense of direction at the sight of Toni’s naked breasts in front of her during their sauna.
Needless to say erect nipples pave the way for erotic tension between instructor and pupil, as the sweat begins to flow from all quarters of Rachel’s pert young body. Overwhelmed and overcome with excitement and indeed anticipation as the gym is set to close, Rachel quickly takes the initiative. ” Fuck me” she pleads with her instructor, who is only too willing to oblige.
A short, sensual and captivating encounter, “Wetter” leaves you, the reader looking at gyms from a whole different perspective. No longer are they the “Dick fest” turnoff that awaits many of their female participants. Within the turn of a page they become the answer to your wildest dreams.
New Girl, by Harper Bliss
Nina is the young 21 year old member of the Volleyball Team. And Liz, eight years senior, is the respected stalwart who is nearing the end of her career. Though she tries her best to remain focused, Liz is soon distracted by the firm legs of her teammate Nina. Before long one thing leads to another and Liz ends up bruised and dejected, as the opposition Volleyball catches her cheekbone in between one of several longing glances toward Nina’s position on field. “How embarrassing“, thinks Liz, as she gazes at herself in the hotel mirror of the room she is sharing with Nina after the game. Even more embarrassing could be the fact that the hotel room has only one bed?
Everything is sorted though. Liz has purchased some Blue Lace PJ’s prior to coming away to ensure no section of her body shall remain exposed. Skin on skin is not an option. Or is it? How can Liz hide her seemingly erect nipples from the gaze of her attractive young team member. And what about the looming moisture between her thighs?
I won’t spoil the party for you, the reader, needles to say that perhaps Nina saw it all coming. In more ways than one.