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She loved her car. It was her mother's 1968 red Mustang with black leather seats. Every time she slid into those crackling leather seats, she would offer up a prayer to her mom for giving her the car. She loved the cold chill of the seats in winter and the hot softness snd the sensuous way they would cup her ass in the summer.
It was not just the connection to her teen-years but the connection to her mom. Those years were filled with conflict but underneath it all, she knew her mother loved her dearly. As she drove, she cranked the window down to let the cold chill of the autumn night blow her hair back from her face. She thought about the first time she climbed into the cramped back seat of the car-not with a boy but a girl. She mused to herself, "I wonder what ever happened to Iris?" She ran her tongue over her lips at the memory of that night. She was the aggressor for the first time. Flirting and gently pushing Iris closer and closer to that first time. She knew she was always attracted to girls beginning in Junior High. Why else would her stomach clench, her palms sweat, whenever she was near one of the butch JV girls? Afraid, always afraid to admit to herself what she truly was. Until that first night when she parked the car in a far corner of the parking lot and reached over and kissed Iris. Their lips seemed to meld together, breathing as one, tongues touching, licking and the need to touch each other overcame any sense of reason or logic. As one, they opened their doors, without a word-as though speaking would spoil the moment. She still acutely recalled every second as Iris slid down the leather seat. The smell of the leather, the fresh sea-smell of her hair and how hard it was to tug down those tight jeans in the limited space but pull them down, she did. Her need to smell Iris, to taste and lick her was overwhelming. She slid down in the seat herself, cupping Iris's ass in both hands and almost came herself at just the delicious smell of Iris's pussy. Gently, she touched her tongue to the wetness. She could feel it trickling down to her hands. She remembered everything she had read during her babysitting jobs in all the sex books the dentist and his wife had. "Go slow", she kept repeating in her head but all she really wanted to do was to drink that wetness. She slowed her breathing down and began to lick Iris. Tongue flattened, stroking, licking, sucking until she could feel the wet begin to drip onto the leather. Iris was quiet at first. She feared perhaps she was doing it wrong. Then Iris began to make sounds she recognized from herself as she fully engaged in the inexorable progression to orgasm. When Iris began begging, "Don't stop, don't stop", she knew that Iris was going to cum. She still remembered the sense of utter satisfaction and pride at being able to connect so totally with Iris. It was at that moment of orgasm that she knew, with no more fear; that she was truly a lesbian. She shook her head at the memory, squirming in her leather seat, feeling that heaviness and want in her own pussy. She drove on, smiling, knowing that her butch would soon be taking care of that need.
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Bumpity Bump Bump! So everyone has some weekend reading! <smiles>.....
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ADG, BootsandHeels.....please throw us another prompt...my brain is too tired at the moment..besides you two come up with some great prompts...please????
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Thanks for the scorchingly hot writing sooooo good. Next writing prompt.... MOSAIC Enjoy my talented creative writing folks!!!! [/B]/COLOR][/FONT] |
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Thanks for the compliments. There IS some awfully hot, soul searing writing in here..I enjoyed everyone's pieces...(that could sound lascivious..lol) and look forward to more....thanks for the "prompt" as well. Have an awesome weekend....my brain is already writing this am..<smiles> Quote:
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Okay --- I just realized that I did not use punctuation in my last post.
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I rolled over, fully expecting her to still be sleeping. I ran my hand over the empty space in my bed, as though I would be able to feel the heat of her still. She was gone. In a rush, bits and pieces of the evening, overlapping, coalescing into a broken image in my mind's eye. Confusion still reined. Everything seemed so unclear as I attempted to retrace my memory back to the beginning of the evening last night. I could remember getting ready for our date but parts remained hazy as I tried to recall exactly what happened. I reached back to the moment I opened the door to let her in for our date. She was dressed casually. Levi's, white shirt, carefully knotted navy tie and a navy, wool blazer. I threw my arm over my eyes as though it would help me remember more easily by blocking out the bright light of the morning sun, shining through the antique lace curtains. I could still smell her cologne on my arm. She stood in the doorway, in that casual pose that many butches adopt as they try to hide their nervousness. She looked me up and down. I followed her eyes as they lingered a beat too long on my breasts. She caught my eyes and chuckled. I smiled, to let her know I was not offended and in fact, appreciated that she was looking. I do have nice breasts. Still firm, rounded and all mine. My nipples are my best feature and I had never found a butch that disagreed with me on that. In her hand, she held a single pink rose: "I hope you like roses", she stated, after realizing she had not yet offered it to me. "I love roses and pink is my favorite color". I reached for it and gave her extra points for ensuring that she chose one with a heavenly perfumed scent. "Come in, I am almost ready. Would you like a drink?" "No", she replied, in that sexy, deep voice that I loved from our first meeting in the lesbian sex section of the bookstore. I had been lost in thought that day, while reading about oral sex techniques and she had quietly stood behind me. I did not even know she was there, until I heard her voice, when she said: "I could answer any questions you might have, can I help you?". I was flustered and embarrassed, as though I had been caught with my hand down my silk panties and dropped the book with a loud bang on the hardwood floor. We both reached over at the same time to pick it up. She got the book before I did. As we stood up, I was struck by the bright cornflower blue of her eyes. Her hair was short, combed back and such a dark brown, it almost appeared black in the fluorescent lights of the bookstore. She wore the ubiquitous uniform of butches everywhere: jeans and boots and they looked damn good on her. She was tall. I am short, around 5"4 and she had to be at least 5"10. I like that. Even if it is illusory, a tall butch always makes me feel protected. "Nervous?", she asked. "A little", I replied. "Don't be, I am harmless. I saw you reading in the lesbian section, thought you very attractive and wanted to talk to you. I am sorry I startled you. I should not have done that". Who could resist that? Not I. She was self-effacing and it was very disarming. "I would like to take you out for dinner. Are you single?" "Very", I replied. She laughed so heartedly and without reservation, that I had to smile. "OK, then. How about I pick you up at 7:00?" "Yes", I replied, "I would like that". We exchanged numbers, I gave her my address and started to give her directions. "No need, I will find you", she stated. Find me, she did. I gave her even more points for being exactly on time. What I remembered about dinner was that it was Italian, delicious and that I probably drank one glass too many of the excellent Zinfandel wine she had ordered. I must have felt anxious because I usually stick to one glass. Maybe that is why I am having difficulty remembering everything that happened. I stretched out in my bed and burrowed deeper under my down comforter. My hand crept down between my legs. I gently stroked my labia. Was it my imagination or was I very swollen and sensitive? No, not imagining it at all! I was also very, very wet. In a split second, I stopped trying to remember last night. My fingers gently stroked my pussy, luxuriating in the slickness. As gently as a kiss, my finger glided over my now hardened clit, fully erected out of its hood. God, I love to feel that! I tried to prolong the pleasure and hold back as long as I could, but was so aroused, I only delayed the inevitable. My breath came in gasps, hovering on the edge, knowing it would be so exquisite. At the very last minute before I lost rational, conscious thought, I heard her voice, that voice I had already grown to love; say to me, "I see you started without me". I opened my eyes, took in the picture of her naked, holding a breakfast tray with a steaming pot of coffee and yes, another pink rose to match the one she brought me last night. My fingers kept stroking, faster and faster. I felt no shame or embarrassment. It felt totally right to lose my fingers in my wetness, while she watched. So wet, so loud, that I could hear myself as she stood there looking at me with growing heat in her eyes. In that millisecond, the pieces of the puzzle of last night fit together. I remembered everything about our evening and as I tipped over the edge, I screamed out loudly as I began to cum...
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Mosaic Designs.....
Mmmmmmmm...baby.....mmmmmmmm.....as I throw you down on the mosaic tiled floor.. .open those legs...let me inside of those panties....these long, stiff fingers...working to get inside the leg opening.....lightly touching your clit....the swollen lips...and feeling the moistness....let me in...or do I have to just TAKE what I desire...pin you with my bulky butchness...holding your hands tightly...yea I will do that....my legs holding yours open....you squirm...writhe...and you are a lil minx...wearing a sexy black bra...to entice me....making my butch cock hard and stiff...so long.....let me show you what happens to bad lil minxes...as I shove the top over your head roughly...holding you down...and TAKING what I want...one leg shoves yours apart...and I hold your wrists firmly as I roughly take one breast...biting that nipple..you gasp...I am merciless.....no stopping me.....my pheromones are raging...you tart...teasing me with that bra...and the shorts .....so short I am tortured by the swell of butt cheek when you bend over to dust..all morning YOU have teased me...coyily....minx...I will show you what happens to naughty lil teasers.....this butch is horny and so engorged....I push your shorts aside...pull out my huge butch cock...and drive it home..you are wiggling so...and I bite your lower lips...bruising them...and suck them...my hand still holding yours...my hard cock pumping you deeply...the floor won't give..so I am able to drive it all the way to the hilt...stroking...the slapping of my cock against your so wet and throbbing pussy...take me minx...you will take all of me.....biting a nipple...how does that feel....ohhh honey....I am ruthless in my taking you...on the floor...gawd I am so deep...your hungry pussy sucking me...making the sex noises of our juices...hear it....mmmmmm...ahh baby...I am going to come....can you take me....oh baby....ahhhh....ummm...hhhmmmmm...yessssss...my rhythm slows, sweat pours off me..and you are writhing....so spent...eyes flutter...and our body heat sears one another...your shorts leg is stretched...your top over your head, bra pulled up over breasts...still fastened in back...spent...filled...full...happy....there now minx..want to tease me again.....we have the mosaic designs of the floor tiles imprinted on our bodies now.
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Just got back from the Reunion....and vacation...my first week long vacation in a long long while. AMAZING ADVENTURE!!!! How about we do REUNION - whatever that word/theme/visual is for you as our next prompt? We can go until October 29th? That is a random date - we can do whatever folks want. Let me know! xoxo ADG |
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My Valentine's Eye Candy...for her eyes only
It is Valentine's Day.....my thoughts are on my girl...and what I will do for her for this day of Lovers! I plan a very special date for us...and will drive to her place.
Since it will be rather chilly and a cause for wearing warm winter clothing...I will dress in tight black jeans, nice dressy black boots...shined to a high sheen....and my black leather jacket....zipped halfway.....as I drive to her place....a sly grin on my face... I imagine the look on her face when she opens the door...a huge bouquet of fresh red roses and baby's breath, a box of her favorite Belgian Dark Chocolate Truffles, and me...knowing when I step inside....she will then get her own special gift....from me...she squeals in delight at my remembering her affliction for dark chocolates and the roses...she says no one has EVER given me fresh red roses before....and she takes them to find a vase to put them into. When she returns, I have a very special picnic basket I had hidden outside her door, all laid out on the carpet by the fireplace, while she was fussing with the flowers...baked brie, raw nuts, fresh fruits, smoked oysters, and honey wine! The fireplace has a cozy fire going, and soft string music plays in the background. She comes back into the room...and it is THEN she sees me...for the first time...in full view...how I am dressed...esp. for her...she comes up to me...a glint in those smoky eyes....and leans in for my kiss...as she wraps her hands into my hair, and I place mine along the sides of her face...we kiss..that slow, tantalizing, delicious kiss...electricity surges through us both...lips sear one another's...when we are able to break apart..she runs her hands down inside my jacket...to feel I have nothing on under it but ME..her hands find, and caress my chest...feeling the softness of my bare skin...her fingers playfully tease my nipples...her soft lips trails warm, moist kisses across my chest, along side of my neck..and she encases me with both arms...as she murmurs...oh my darling...how strong and muscular you feel...and so taut....the scent of your Diesel cologne incites me, baby....she then pulls her hands out...to hold my ass....massaging each cheek...sending little shivers of that fiery electricity through me....as she pushes herself against me...feeling what is growing inside my jeans...again she closes her eyes and murmurs softly...knowing this "package" is all hers....as time stands still..and the fires inside my body ignite to full burn...and my mind is raptured...she looks up at me..and says...Baby, YOU are the finest Valentine's Day Eye Candy ever..and YOU are all mine....so the lights go dimmer...we lose ourselves into one another...the fires of passion...and enjoy the picnic, the music, and one another..as we open that "eye candy"...one for the other....and the rest is between us. Happy valentine's day, sweetheart!
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To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness. ~Robert Brault |
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