1. The Secret Sharers


    Date: 10/3/2017, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Extreme, Lesbian, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    The small circle of warmth pressing against my own bare thigh is unmistakable. But this time I withdraw my hand slightly, letting it hover over her. Hoping to raise questions with its absence. To my delight and utter amazement, she answers them. Fully. Completely. Truthfully. Me, the silent pursuer, now becomes the pursued. In a flash, there are no more questions, only an inescapable truth that I've labored mightily to ignore -- her mouth on mine, still sleepy and warm. It shouldn't be this familiar. It shouldn't feel like just a kiss. This can't be just a kiss. This is me kissing a girl. Really kissing. Not some minor league practice session. This is a wonderful, long, slow kiss. With a girl. I'm torn between wanting to stop and ponder that reality and staying focused on the sweet sensations I'm tasting. I consciously choose the latter, but can't help wishing I could somehow watch myself. That would be truly delicious. And what would I the lucky viewer see? I can't answer that question because I'm too carried away by this feast I have in front of me. I want to taste everything at once; her delicate breasts, juicy ass, mahogany pussy, all new for me. All places to feed a hunger that, until a few minutes ago, I couldn't even admit I'd ached for. I'm at risk of taking in too much too quickly. I've got to pace myself but god this woman feels good. I reach for her breasts, taut and tender, I can move them, pinch them, twist them, play with them. I'm playing with them. God, she's ...
    letting me play with her tits! Those breasts that I've lusted over, especially as I've watched her wiggle and twist her way into a bra every morning. Except on the days when she doesn't wear a bra. When her breasts swell against tight fabric and create a shape so perfect that you could excuse even the most obvious, leering stares. Those breasts that I've tasted numerous times, when, alone in the shower and I'm absolutely certain I'm alone, I stretch out my tongue and flick back and forth over my own nipples. Until they're icy solid and demand to be squeezed hard. Hard enough to feel that stabbing sensation that terminates sharply between my legs. Because we're the same, the pleasure of everything I do is doubled. I know with intimate certainty everything she's feeling inside, because her body is mine. Maybe that's what's so different about this -- being with another woman. It hadn't occurred to me until now but when I've been with a man, there's always this kind of made-up empathy. We think what we're doing feels good to our partner, but we never really know for sure. So to make up for it, we develop a kind of sexual Braille. Imagining the sensation that our partners feel. But with her, the distance between us isn't so great. It's not separated by the differences of gender. And so... As I find myself moving towards that warm place between her legs. As I use my shoulders to give me better access. As I pull her lips apart and taut. As I tentatively extend my tongue. As her tart ...
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