| A Lesbian Seduction |
Sitting in the lounge, lights low. A few wines between us and I'm beginning to
think well maybe, just maybe, this is the night for me and Kay.
I know she's not a dyke, not yet, which kind of makes this an even bigger
deal. All the same, for weeks now I've sent the signals and she hasn't run a
mile. If anything she's relaxed. She smokes a cigarette, stubs it out, in a
while lights another for herself and one for me, the filter wet with her
saliva. Our conversation gets mellow and easy and sexy. She is sexy. She
turns me on. My body is tight and flushed, and I sigh whenever I imagine that
frightening moment when I must ask her if she will stay the night with me. But
then we are interrupted.
Kay sits up straight, the mood retreating. I go and look along the hall. In
the dim light I see Marcel and Damien and David. And someone else. Damien
strides down filling the room with his noise, past me and Kay, into the
kitchen. He comes back with a bottle of wine. I ask who she is, the woman in
the hallway. He says, 'Fuck knows.'
I watch them, trying to figure whether I can rescue the evening with Kay.
Damien joins the others, all of them almost too drunk to stand up. The woman's
drunk too. The light goes on in Marcel's room and I can see her better. Fuck.
Fifty? Short, plump, hair cut hard and ragged, dyed ink-black. The black skirt
is so tight her middle age stomach bulges under fat shapeless boobs. Her stupid
giggle rattles through the house. In the bedroom she squeals.
Damien's standing at the door not paying any attention to me. I go down and
Marcel is spinning the woman around on her toes like a grotesque music-box
angel, pinching her bottom and breasts as she goes. She grins a hugely excited
eastern-european grin, oblivious to how ridiculous she looks. I guess she
doesn't care. Somehow she thinks she's got lucky with three young shit-heads to
fuck her senseless. She's got no idea of what she's in for. I've seen these
guys when they're like this. Psychotic. I stay away from them.
Damien pushes past me and into the bedroom and I throw him a scowl. With all
the sarcasm I can muster I tell him to have fun. He smiles with raised innocent
eyebrows and gives the air a big long lick and says he'd rather be watching us
two, meaning me and Kay. I don't have to turn around to know Kay is down there
watching this. I tell him,
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| Lesbian Bondage Games |
I'm involved in the most passionate affair of my life. It takes place
every day at lunch. You see, my lover and I work together at the same
company and each day, we go over to her apartment for lunch. Instead
of eating lunch though, we make love. I can't think of anything I
like more than her tasty pussy and her luscious tits.
We do see each other after hours and on weekends, but for some
reason, the lunch time sex seems sweeter and more intense. I mean, on
a Saturday, we can spend hours and hours in bed, licking and sucking
each other until we can't move, and that is wonderful. But during the
week, when we only have an hour or so, it's like we're in heat the
minute we get in the door.
I get off just looking at Sylvia. At five-foot-ten, she's much taller
than I am, with long, rounded legs, wide hips and long blonde hair.
Her breasts are small, 34-B, and they look almost too small for the
rest of her body, but it doesn't matter. Her pussy is covered with
the same beautiful blond hair that cascades over her shoulders, and is
always fresh-tasting.
She's quite a contrast to me. I'm only five-foot-three and very
thin. My tits are tiny - in fact, I almost never wear a bra. My
brunette hair is cut short. My legs are very slim, my hips are
narrow, and my pussy is covered by a sparse carpet of black hair. I
sometimes think I must look like a boy from the rear, but Sylvia says
I'm the sexiest woman she's ever known.
Since she and I became lovers, our sex life has progressed from the
first, gentle touches, to some full-blown lovemaking that shakes the
rafters. As time went on, I began to think it couldn't get any better,
but then, without any warning, Sylvia would introduce something new
and I'd come even more, cream even louder, and love her more deeply.
I think last week was the crowning achievement of our relationship. In
fact, every time I think about what we did, I get wet.
It was Tuesday, about 11:30, and we were getting things put away
before going to her apartment. She turned to me with a shy smile on
her face and stared into my eyes. "I've got something special waiting
for you," she whispered, careful that no-one was near. I glanced
around and then looked at her. "What is it?"
"You'll just have to trust me, I think you're going to love it." With
that, she turned to finish her work, leaving
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