1. Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian


    Date: 3/15/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    Maybe I should start working out too,” I said, myself in good shape, at 140 pounds. “I wish I had a body like yours?” Lynne said. “And I wish I had a body like yours,” I countered, building her trust. “I wish I had bigger breasts,” she admitted. “I wish mine were smaller,” I said, cupping my breasts, I added, “These are a burden to carry around all day.” “I suppose,” she said, her eyes lingering a little longer than socially proper. I joked, “Maybe we should body swap one day.” “I wish,” she laughed. “Is there anything left to do?” I asked. “I don't think so,” she said. “Well then, let's have a glass of wine,” I suggested. “Okay,” she agreed, the first step of my seduction plan fell in motion. “Actually, what about some egg nog and rum,” I suggested. “That's rather festive,” she agreed. The next twenty minutes we talked about life. I asked her lots of questions, made lots of innocent, yet meaningful, physical contacts. I squeezed her hand, her arm and even her thigh once as I continued to build the intimacy needed to make her trust me when the time came to make my move. Dave joined us for a drink too and after a little arm twisting by me, Lynne had a second drink also. Guests started to arrive and the next hour I socialized while visiting other people at the party. Seeing that Lynne no longer had a drink in hand, I got her another and handed it to her. I whispered in her ear jokingly, “I am going to get you drunk tonight and have you switch teams.” Her face went bright red ...
    but she took the drink and then asked timidly, “Are you really a lesbian?” I shrugged.”Oh I have had a few men and probably will have a few more,” I answered, my hand going to hers, my fingers gently tracing her fingers, “but I have found that only a woman knows how to truly please another woman.” I squeezed her hand and left her alone, allowing my words to marinate in her slightly intoxicated mind. She'd get more relaxed, feeling the lingering pressure withdrawn and maybe letting down her defenses. After cocktails we had dinner and I again left her be...knowing the more aloof I played the more curious she would become. All women are curious; they just need the right woman, the right moment to cross that line. Tonight I was the right woman, and tonight was the right time. After dinner, while we were waiting for dessert to arrive, I sat beside Lynne and handed her another drink and she joked, “You really are trying to get me drunk aren’t you?” “Moi?” I asked innocently. She laughed, “We are in England not France and yes vous.” I laughed back, “And yes I really am trying to get you to try out for my team. There is always an opening.” Her face went as red as a face can possible go and I was about to move the seduction along when Dave returned to take his seat, the one I was currently sitting in. “Enjoying the party, Steph?” “What is the English word for this?” I asked, faking an English accent, “It is delightful.” “I don't think it quite qualifies as a bacchanalia. What do you ...
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