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Gratuitous Lesbian Sex Scene (Part One...)
By Nicky Goodman
Thursday, August 09, 2007

Rated "R" by the Author.

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Sexual content (obviously) and the odd rude word :Oo Category: Should i put this under humour? Is there a Category for tease? Rating -i put this under 'R' -does the rating thingy work?

Gratuitous Lesbian Sex Scene (Part One...)

"Hey, my love, it's summer - let's cut your hair..." you said, standing behind the wicker chair, tugging on a few dreads, pulling me back to you.

"You want my hair? What will you hang on to when they're gone?!"

"I could leave two! I just remember how sexy you look's summer..."

...and then you must have kneeled, tipped the chair back onto your lap so quickly to kiss me that we were soon rolling around on the beeswax floor of the guesthouse. You were strong; I was stronger, but pinned to the floorboards by your kisses, your lessoning grip.

You sat up. "I want you! Right now!"

"...Breathless...and...Bald in Montreal? ...oh-oh-ohhh...Delilah!...but we've no clippers..." I said, undoing the silver buckle of your belt. You smiled, that half smile, and pulled the wide thong of my tan leather belt through the loop of my baggy jeans, nice and slowly through the oversized soft yellow metal of the buckle. You liked this belt of mine, it reminded you of horses.

"Don't worry...I've got scissors..." you said, quickly reaching down to pincer my sex with your long fingers. How accurate you were...leaning down to tease my nipple through my t-shirt with your tongue, and up and down to kiss my smiling mouth. You were hot, your tongue ice cold, and my hands still fumbling at your damn jeans too tight. You took my hand away and stretched me longer on the floor, your fingers already teasing inside me. I was pinned to the floor by your mouth, but my body wanted the weight of you, my hand wanted the touch of you, and instead you hovered easing the arch of my body with the art of your tongue and the slight, sleight of your hand. "I want you..." you said again, diving to reinvent kissing, your fingers inside me already, waiting...for me to...flip.

You were making me crazy..."I want... your hand." I said, all my strength to speak and flip you over, and still your thumb didn't leave my clit.

I could barely talk. You knew it "Is that...a proposal...of marriage? Shall I cum to the ceremony... of watching you... fuck my hand?" You moved your fingers. I was on my knees...and the glint in your eye told me you knew I was yours. It was a game we played - and you were so good at it. Who could have who first.

"Your tight arse... jeans are... UNFAIR!!!" I bayed, straddling your hand like a jockey. We moved to face each other. You so liked winning!

And I so loved losing myself to you. First to you; you fucking me, me riding you, trot to canter to gallop, my orgasm climbing the stairways still so wanting the flesh of your lips. I ripped at your shirt momentarily finding your breasts, but leaning back from the jolting of my sex, the pull of your hand on my dreads - your hand sliding miracles to the opening of orgasm. "You are so wet..." you say, "let me fuck you into forever ..." and there was no resistance. I was on my back again, and you would do what you would with me, until I was screaming, holding on to the room, the bed, the ceiling, your;

and you still hadn't let me touch your sex....

"How...was that for you darling?" I said, laughing.

"You are fucking gorgeous. And you know it! I love you..."

We kissed - enjoyed the softness of the bed...of mouths, tongues, and lips. You were so delicious, still drooling and my mouth so dry, my body so...

"Do you want some water?" and you got up, walked your beautiful shapes over to the mini-bar, humming some tune or other. My desire for you was climbing through the cells of my body, permeating this pretty room that I hadn't really seen until now - and now - it was like we had lived here for years. This was our wooden shack of everywhere. Everywhere we had ever been. You took two tall tumblers and set them on top of the fridge. You added ice, opened the bottle, and poured that magical sound into the glasses while I lapped up the cocktail of your form, your mane of hair dividing your shoulder blades down to those damn jeans.

You sat on the bed. We drank, trying not to grin at each other. Failing. You were wondering how - how was I going to get you out of the chastity belt of your tight arse jeans, and I was wondering how - how I could keep a straight face and pretend I wasn't bothered. This was not easy. Your breasts were right there - you, were right there with your smiley eyes and beautiful breasts just a lean-to away from my mouth. I sucked on an ice-cube.

And then a bead of sweat rolled its way down towards the trail of your cleavage, and on seeing my fascination, you offered yourself up to me as you leaned over to place the cold glass to touch one of my warmed, relaxed nipples. It hit me like a shock. You rolled the glass, and I did the same to you, but wanted your other nipple in my mouth. It was irresistible.

I think you took the glass from my hand and must have placed both on the bedside table. I was in another place, salivating in a world of your breasts and me, and you liked this, my hungriness. You reclined on the bed, conveniently close to my sex, and when your tongue darted to find my lips, I had an idea...



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Reviewed by Winter Knight 2/3/2009
wow thats was hott! LOL i REALLY LOVED THE WHOLE "arse" thing. it really made the whole Irish-ness relevant.

Reviewed by Doug Jones 8/23/2007
Very well done and very erotic!
Reviewed by Felix Perry 8/9/2007
This is erotic lesbian writing at it's very best and the sensuality of it grabs the reader right where her hand did graba and holds a tight rein .

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 8/9/2007
So Brazilian - you know - that thing they call the "landing strip" - just a runway of a patch of hair left, not touched by a wax job or "pinking shears" - all the way from clit to the anal sphincter - long, beautiful hair - grow it, show it - LONG, BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!! Who sang that?? Did they shave vaginas in the 60's, 1860s?? This would be a juicy read at Eve Ensler's Vagina Monologues...there's a mouthful, no hair in your cube - OH, I like the feel of that - AD deleted my MELT, but I refroze my icecube tray and I am going to do MELT on my clit - Gratuitous Lesbian Sex Scene (Part One) is sexy. Put it in the Vagina category - no the ratings banner has been taken away on AD - but I rate this a CD - Cumming Delight - Warning: Are You Under 18, preferably ZERO orgasms - your monitored clit erection for today enforced by the poetry/story police. You should post more of these stories as dessert for your main course of poetry, Nicky...You're good, really good....ta ta tenderoni...

Reviewed by Nicky Goodman 8/9/2007
LOL! ...thanks for commenting!
Reviewed by Ruth Rey 8/9/2007
How about,
New Category: Deliciously Erotic?

With a big grin, loving,

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