1. Vagina Dialogue


    Date: 10/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    stubby ones and the fat juicy ones. And the hair! Who’d believe that so many beavers were so bushy? I like a fumble in the forest. Fingers in the bush, tongue on the button, and nose in the bouquet. Beats finger-fucking your own box.” “So how do you choose the women you go after? Is it the smell? Is it the smile? Is it something else?” “The eyes are what tell you whether you’re beating a path to an open door,” Julie said. “At least that’s what I used to think. Maybe I’m led by my nose. They say you can smell sexual desire even if you don’t realise it. But I admit I like a bit of a challenge. That girl at the club last week. Remember her?” “The one I saw you go off with at the end of the evening? The short mousy one with glasses?” “Yeah. She said she’d only gone to the Cupid’s Alley because her friend was gay, but you could see she was curious. When I got chatting with her, she kept squirming like she was really uncomfortable. But I could see she wanted to know what pussy hair tasted like between her teeth. It was the eyes, I think, but maybe it was the scent. I don’t know. But to get to know her better I had to keep telling her I wasn’t really interested in getting to know her that way. I said I just liked a chat. I even said I wasn’t really a muff-diver. Just bi-curious.” “A bit deceitful, don’t you think?” Natasha remarked. “You’re such a moral Minnie!” Julie laughed. “Anyhow, it’s not like I’m butch or anything. Most people think I’m as much a cock-fancier as any girl ...
    of the straight and narrow persuasion. The guys at work all assume it’s a man who tickles my tonsils on the bedsheets. So, little Daphne thought I was a safe proposition. And, when her friend went off with Annie and left her behind, and I suggested I go back with her in the taxi… well, she was eager.” “Already?” “Well, eager for a friendly face in the testosterone-soaked streets of Ealing. No one wants to be heckled by a moron in a baseball cap and trainers,” Julie said with a chuckle. “So, we got on a taxi and I persuaded Daphne to invite me back for a coffee in her flat in Tooting Bec.” “And was it just a coffee?” “Anyone fuckoffee?” Julie joked. “Well, there was coffee. But there was also the wine she had in the fridge, and I got her talking about her friend, who’s a girl who really knows the ropes, and she started going on about how she sometimes wondered what it was like, you know, being a lesbian or whatever…” “It’s not all a picnic, you know,” Natasha remarked. “Hey! Eating out in the open air beats everything!” Julie smirked knowingly. “Anyway I soon got round to saying, you know, that being sort of uncertain, which was a good tactic, that I often wondered what it was like myself, and what was it like to kiss another woman. And she sort of got round to thinking that maybe just kissing wasn’t such a bad idea. Although she’d probably not guessed how easily a bit of pecking becomes real tongue action and not just on the mouth…” “She went all the way?” “It was a bit of a ...
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