1. Samhain Night: The Lover's Celebration


    Date: 8/13/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Melissa999, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    pleasure of the moment. I lick the sweat from your belly as your writhe upon the ground. And then I move my head to where my lips and tongue caress your soaking wet new moon crescent. Above the roar of the blazing fire, a primal cry of bliss issues from your lips, as you grip my head so firmly, I bite softly and then harder on your clitoris. Your hands are spreading my cheeks, and I feel your fingers, on my anus.... Now we are magic made of flesh. We are the mystery of night, the all-consuming flame incarnate; dancing hot and unquenchable. Our shared sex is the union which completes the connection between living and dead, yesterday and tomorrow, summer and winter. The power of the Goddess wells up within us to make this night the cusp between worlds seen and unseen and the spirits of the living and the dead are witness to our divine passion. With a bed of leaves beneath me I lay prone, naked to the night and spread to the four winds. You drink from the fountain of my sex as I throw my head back in orgasmic ecstasy. The Goddess smiles as you consume my essence and my glistening legs wrap around your sweat-drenched body. With leaves clinging to my wet skin, my back arches off the ground, my fingers dig into the earth and my mind-numbing climax shakes the forest night. Your nails rake my soft flesh leaving crimson trails caressed by your silken hair. I pull you on top of me and taste myself on your lips. Our tongues twirl in each other’s mouths while our soft bodies melt ...
    together. You rise to your knees astride my face and feel my lips rise to enfold yours, swollen and pink. My tongue cleaves your wet petals pulling your nectar into my throat. Your bulging clit I tickle and suck till you shake and scream at the stars. The darkness embraces our passion as our bodies dance together, lit by the flames and heated by the glowing embers just beyond our bare feet. The long-awaited night seems endless, but at last we are exhausted, laid in one another’s' arms waiting the dawn of winter's morn. The dance is over as the sun climbs behind the horizon to chase the waning moon now raised above the treetops. We fall asleep in complete bliss after a happy Hallowed Even filled with our Goddess' love We awake in the early light of dawn, all is still, apart from the sizzle and hissing as resins spit from the remains of the great fire. Although now reduced in size, the mound of smouldering embers glow and their warmth has kept our naked bodies warm, though the dawn be cold. I awake, still entwined with my sister, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I gaze with wonder at the splendour of your body, lithe and firm. We are alone now, the onlookers, having disappeared with the rising. The Goddess was most pleased with our passionate love making, by signs and magics this we know, that her myriad blessings we do incur. The marks of your lust adorn my body, my back is sore, from many rips as your nails raked me in the throes of your orgasmic frenzy, the bruises from your many ...
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