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Sisterhood of Sin -- 30 -- Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead

Date: 2/9/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: LastWife, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

me as one of them. "When I heard that, it clicked with the stories I had read. I didn't dare to hope that the Last Wives Club was real. I wasn't absolutely sure that it was until I read your version of the Chelsea rescue mission. I stayed in the hotel parking lot and waited for her ex-husband to pick up the laptop. That's one of many details that matched your story. That's when I knew I had found you. You did a first-rate job of disinfo. Your message came across with details that obscured our reality. Only the people involved will recognize themselves in your stories, and only if the random details are precise enough. But it was fun meeting the real-life versions of Gabe, Claire, Kyra, and Lini." "Does anyone else know that you've read these stories?" "Bethany does. She's the only one, and I intend to keep it that way. I can't risk being personally associated with the stories, same as your Red Council." "This is wonderful." "I'm not following you." "It's just so good to have confirmation that my stories are having a positive impact. After the negative consequences of Terri's friend, I've been hoping for... better..." "Ah. I wondered about that. So much effort for so little recognition. The opposite of so much of our popular culture. If you were just in it for the buzz, you could have got more buzz by titling it 'Fifty Shades of Credit Cards'. But it was clear from the start that you're not. You want people to feel other emotions beside just... lust. You want your readers to ... walk in your character's shoes and drink from the firehose of life that threatens to wash your characters away." I laugh. Just hearing those words from my lover's mouth make all the effort worthwhile. She gets me. "I love to hear you laugh, Cathy. I love many of the sounds you make." She asserts herself now. Did she really answer my question? Or did she just tell me her story? It doesn't matter. She acts to create the kind of world she wants to live in. The kind of world where she can push me onto my back and kiss me. The kind of world where she can rub her finger in slow circles around my bellybutton and ignite a fire in my cunt. She traps my leg with hers and rubs her orange bristle brush against my thigh. Her hand slides over my mound and two long fingers with very short nails curl into me. I raise up against her palm as she possesses me from within. A touch of her tongue to a nipple brings the first gasp of pleasure. A nibble of the other nipple with just her lips brings another. More follow as she kisses, licks, and nibbles around until her tongue is probing into my pussy lips. She has a long tongue and it never seems to tire. She circles it around my clit until I become her tongue-puppet, writhing and singing as her tongue commands me. I come and I can feel Marta's smile as her tongue slows and pulls the last few gasps of pleasure from me before I say, "Pas plus, ma amant. Merci beaucoup." It's a phrase I picked up from Lini. Words that I hope are drawn by her in English ...