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The Moment Of Lesbian Inevitability Finally Realized.
My First Time Story

By Brenda
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On a snowy January day when school was out...SHE CALLED. It is important to know that Donna had NEVER called me. I was sleeping in..the phone rang..I debated should I pick it up or keep sleeping.

"Hi Brenda, this is Donna"... The shiver down my body. Did I wake you up?

Just a little

So I don't know if you can do it or not...but I have a favor to ask...I sprained the hell out of my ankle and I can hardly get around the apartment, much less up and down the stairs. I'm on crutches and its icy..and I'm worried about how much MORE damage I can do to myself if I fall face down three flights of stairs...
so..could you ..sometime today...could you come walk the dog? I mean..I'd pay you.

For goodness sakes we;re friends...you dont have to pay me!

Well..I know...ok..but ...I tell you what..I rented a couple of movies and if you dont have plans we could have a snow day together you know, just ...hanging out...watching a video...if you want...I'd love it.

Why this was significant...she's not saying that me and Cheryl or Julie, or Becky or JoJo ...she was inviting me...just me...and I knew right then that it was almost certainly a "thing" and not just a friendly visit...I knew right then this was a date...I knew right then I wanted her and I to really kiss...perhaps more..and I knew that moment that it was probably going to happen TODAY.


AND I was exhilarated.
AND I was scared. I knew what I wanted...but I also knew I didnt have a true idea WHAT was going to happen. Fear and anticipation ...such a mixture of emotions.



Hey...when you get here..don't knock..its open ok ?


We agreed it would take me 45 mins to an hour to get ready. I could have been there in 20 minutes really...but I was showering and dressing for a date.







So..it was come over and walk the dog....that was the pretense..but instinticively I knew that after all the buildup..., something was maybe going to happen. I didn't think neccesarily that that meant sex..but I was pretty sure that ..at least... some answers were about to come my way about what was ...well I hope what was going to be "us." I also knew that there was a chance that nothing at all about the night we held hands and snuggled might be said...or that she might want to talk to me to put the brakes on the crush on her I had revealed. I would come armed with my letter if it might come in handy. As it was though...I showered, perfumed and dressed as I would for a date. I would look my best..my sexiest... for the first time in my life I was shaving my legs, trimming my bush, putting on makeup and adjusting a bra and blouse to show my boobs for a girl. I chose my best "screw me" bra, the soft red front hook underwire with lacy embroidery,...the bra that Thomas, the 32 year old married man I had shamefully given myself to on two afternoons had called "the most seductive thing he had ever seen," and added over that an oversize red design squareneck that let my pushed up cleavage pour out of, along with my favoritedenim skirt. I didn't go all "Saturday Night" with the eyemakup and touch of lipgloss...but it sure wasn't a snowy monday morning look as well. At least I kept the low heel shoes fairly casual because of the ice ...I needed something easy to walk in. I was doing all of this for her. I looked in the mirror before walking over and gave myself a talk...."this is it Brenda." I thought of a million things I might say ..but as I left my apartment and began the short few hundred yards walk to her place, as I got closer, my mind was overloaded ..I was just in a fog and my blood was rushing and my heart was palpitating.





That the very fact that she called meant that she was at least considering something that this was a call to see if I was really interested .. but... there was no way to prove our feelings were mutual without going out on quite a limb...making a bona fide pass or saying something obvious. On that walk I sooooo wished she would be the one...but I told myself that I was not leaving without letting her know how I feel. But it was the way she said that morning about 8:30 on the phone call ,"lets just hang out and see what happens, " that i began to dare to dream that for the first time we would be alone ..and perhaps i would get the answer to a longstanding question I had with her...which was..wonder what it would be like if we could just be alone together. We had never truly been THIS alone before. And HOW LONG had I wanted THIS.



Even though she said to come in, I knocked, and entered at the "come IN," command. The dog greeted me, and there was Donna with her ankle wrapped and elevated on the couch ...crutches beside her and still in comfortable sweatpants and braless grey tshirt ...her hair in a ponytail and a cup of coffee at her side ...I was overdressed. Completely. And by the looks of her ankle and crutches...I felt like that hot and heavy makeout session I had mapped out was at this point going to be off the table. I had really let my hopes get too high, and needed a dose of reality. She wasnt on crutches, fending off pain when we held hands that night in the kitchen. SO...I let my wants be doused for a moment...but it was just a moment. She saw to that.


I took her dog on a pretty long walk. The cold wind was blowing on my face that morning and I was probably about as confused about a relationship as I have ever believed I could be. But as I walked her dog, a sweet knee high collie who wasnt taking any direction for me in where our path would lead, I replayed what had happened before I attached the chain and listened to her instructions about the hows and ways to take her pup around the apartment complex. My hand was on the doorknob and I was rezipping my coat when she emphasized to me "THANK YOU for doing this Brenda....you've always been such a good friend to me and....(fairly long pause) I have ALWAYS been more attracted to you then any guy or girl I have ever known. I think we have something special between us, don't you ?"

And I thought..."did she just say attracted??? did she mean that the way I thought she meant it?" And when I looked at her I knew she did. HOW does one act at this defining moment. Well...I am the most awkward person in the world. "You are soooo the coolest" I said...and she said " You are Brenda, and I have never seen you look as beautiful as you do right now....so hurry back!" I just did not know what to say ...I leaned in and we hugged a tight hug that ended with me totally holding her up to make sure she didn't lose balance on her bad ankle. "I'll hurry."





I had no idea about what was going to happen..But I sure did know that I had put myself in this very sexual situation ...with an attractive, fun to be with woman .. Think about Christmas ...no...Christmas Eve ..when you are 5 and you believe in Santa ..and you just know you've been good enough to get that bike ...and many other wonderful things he is sure to have left ...the ANTICIPATION ...My Gawd...the anticipation as I walked in the brisk air had me in a good shiver that had nothing to do with the 25 degree temperature.







It took me a long time to write about the sex of what happened that first time with a woman because ...it was about AL L L LL LLL LL LLLLLLLL LLLL these other things. I couldn't write about it from the "I wonder if I am bisexual" angle that I have seen in many first time stories...because I had been damn sure of my bisexuality since I understood what women did to each other. I couldn't write this "oh innocent me getting seduced by the older woman" story, because I had been trying to get myself into a sexual situation to let SOMETHING happen for a long time by the time it actually did. In fact...it is rather comical looking back, at all the drama in my mind for that length of time I knew her. The wants and the fantasies and the flirts and the overtures I felt were strong enough to be recognized if she wanted me too, but weak enough to back out of if she was offended by me sending sexual signals her way. I am so much older now ...when I look back, I think I am amazed by how many thoughts could go through my teenage mind at once, or in a day, or in a nightime wet fantasy.




Of that first sexual encounter with her I will say that I had probably made love to her, oh maybe a conservatively estimated one million times in my minds fantasy ...so as it unfolded...the surprise was that there were so many surprises. And, as someone who had experienced a great deal of sex with guys before that day, you can say all you want that there can't be comparisons ...but ...I let myself go there enough to realize that the biggest difference in making love with a woman was that there were soooooo many surprises. I have read other women always talk about how soft the kiss, the skin, the feeling of long silky hair or the texture of nails dragged across sensitive skin as all being so alarmingly DIFFERENT in a first time experience ..and yes, those were all present. But also ... how god forsaken wonderful it was to have her soft tongue deep inside my mouth and how incredibly stimulating it was to enter her mouth with my tongue the same and have her suck on it so softly. How differently she held me than I had ever been held and how RIGHT that felt in those moments with her arms around my neck and her gentle falling into me as opposed to the "getting on top of me" I had known before. How good her lips felt upon my neck ...her teeth gently scraping to my sensations delight. So many surprisingly "better than you ever dreamed" moments.



As I first felt her nipple stiffen to welcome my fingertips touch ...a moment I certainly had dreamed of nearly nightly since I was 12, the accompanying seething sensual intake of her breath, high pitched "ah" and the shudder of her body all in that split second of her pleasure resonated in my heart, raised goosebumps upon my body, and solifidied the deepest root of my sexuality, that I sooooo get off on getting my lover off, and thus, her nipple stiffening to my touch in combination with everything else wonderfully overloaded my every sense and froze me. But yet again...the surprise as that same nipple stiffened and puckered now to its maximum attention as it slipped across my lips and against my waiting tongue. The "even more?" exhiliration sent another lustful jolt through me ... ..and I remember the surprise of the "no duh" moment of my belaboring the question of how I would position myself to lick her thigh .....and oh how delectable that was ...even though it was by that moment torturous to be so close to where I wanted my lips, mouth and tongue to begin the devouring I had waited so very long for....but how time and time again in this encounter, time itself sometimes became the largest dilema of all ..time in HOW MUCH TIME to spend in these deep french kisses when I could feel her hips rocking and I knew how badly her pussy wanted attention. ...prolonging the moment when I would pay respects to where she would know my strongest desire while an imaginary time clock measured every act of giving pleasure. I gently sucked upon the right side of her neck and rolled my tongue into her shoulder blade while my fingertips gently raked down her back. And when my hands lifted her breast and then another ...feeling that soft weight, the supple give of the skin and tissue and the knowing that we both were trembling together in a moment ...not just a moment...a momentous day of mutual desire...and the loudest quiet ever known. TIME was ever ticking on the "how longs" of our act ...when gently sucking her nipples became an engulfing inhaling and squeezing which caused her hips to writhe beneath me...HOW MUCH TIME before I have to leave this wonderful feeling we both are sharing because there is more and more important work (work???? PLEASURE !) to be done elsewhere ?" Those questions of time have never been more prevelant in between the sheets as they were that day with her.

And in speaking of the most wonderful of surprises, perhaps the two most enormous shudders of pure pleasure I will ever know happened in her bed that afternoon. Two moments I would not ever trade for anything ...defining moments that I had no idea in the fantasies leading up to what we did, versus the reality of doing it, would affect me, not only in the exact moments of occurence, but also 12 years later as I write this when I can surely remember these moments as though they happened five minutes ago.

With me making nothing short of mad passionate love to her ample right breast, her grip upon the back of my head and pulling me into her loosened .....like, she just let go and I KNEW what she meant with no words needed to be spoken ...we were surely even reading each others mind so that when I say she let go , it was as if SHE did it AND I beckoned it at the same time ....and SO...the question of time I spoke of earlier was decided...it was TIME to feel her down there. Her fingertips dug into my shoulder and led her hand downward past my elbow and wrist until she had taken my hand, in the act of molding and remolding her breast while I sucked, and led me down ...down and down to where the softness of her pubic hair began. Placinng my hand there...a gentle squeeze for reassurance ...and I wonder if when she did, she realized that she was not only saying "I am ready" or "I need this," but realizing how much I so very much needed to touch her there too.


"Mmmmmmmm, I moaned and smiled vibrating against her nipple I was still sucking .....and my hand took the rest of the plunge towards her mound and lips. Oh that moment. I have no real idea what it is like for anyone else who has had sex ..cmon...people have had sex since there were people. But ..dicks were dicks, and they were always hard well before they were needed to be, and what I knew about vaginas was that my vagina behaved and felt as mine did, and gosh I knew by this age everything about it, up down and sideways. But HERS....yes like mine and yes different and not like mine ...something I knew from my many fantasies...but oh how I never dreamed how this would make me feel....stroking my fingers and then sinking them past her swollen lips and inside her...she was sopping, dripping, soaking wet. And oh my gawd...that feeling it gave me...of lust, of passion, and mostly I have to admit how my every nerve felt the immense satisfaction at that moment of the knowing that her twice as wet as I had ever felt myself pussy was in this extreme condition of arousal because of ME...because of US ..because of THIS MOMENT we were both in. And, yes, I was aware of how wet I was and knew without touching it was wetter than I too had ever been and what at some point she would know about from touching me....but for this moment...again, a moment I would not trade for any other in my life, feeling her with my fingertips so wet...sliding in her...feeling her walls and it was not just warm but in fact quite hot to the touch at that moment....the most awesome sexual moment of my life to that point and would be forever if it weren't for what happened soon after.

So ..how did this start ? Yeah...the phone call...the "I have ALWAYS been more attracted to you" statement before I walked the dog ..the long months of friendship and fantasy and ...as I said ...this is about allll those things. But how did we get to the bed, is a part of this story I must tell?


Well, when I got back from walking the dog, she had almost finished toasting some bagels for breakfast, had poured out two very large glasses of Sunny D, had changed the stereo from the morning blab radio which was on when I arrived, to some artsy fartsy guitar instrumental music, which I loved ..and set a certain quiet but flowing atmosphere. We made this and that small talk about bagels, calories, and the dog. I sat on the couch away from where she was set up with her blanket and pillow and we talked and ate and gazed into one anothers eyes until the gaze needed to be broken. I had the knowing that something was probably going to happen, or at least I was going to get some answers about much ...and soon we were feeding the dog scraps and laughing at his leaps for this or that morsel ...and in the first semi-uncomfortable silence she spoke softly, "girl..we gotta talk ya know?" And I thought, here it comes, just let me down easy.

"ummmmm ..I am just going to come right out and say it...and nothing we say gets repeated anywhere..just between us ok ?" (ok I nodded) " You umm...are ....are you a lesbian ...or bisexual?" she asked

"is it that obvious I am at least one of those," I laughed. After a few moments I added, "lets put it this way ...I am sure I have always known that I have wanted more ...you know..MORE ...but its not just about the sex ..and ummmm...I don't know how to say this ..but ..I never had feelings for a particular girl ...i mean...not til now...not til lately....like you know, such a strong crush where I am writing notes and tearing them up and wanting to say more than I think I can say."

"You can say anything to me Brenda."

"Well what if I am having some pretty strong feelings for you....I've been afraid to tell you in case you tell my friends, or even my mom ...but I have a stronger feeling you might feel the same way."

"girl..you know I do"

"no I don't know"

"I do"

"oh" was all I could say ...and was that to be it ? Feeling the fear inside me turn to warmth ...I looked at her "what are we talking about ?"

"I think we talking about becoming lovers...but I never did that ..and I dont really know if I know what to do," she said quizically with a nervous giggle.

In my strongest burst of confidence I said "I never did it either ...but I am pretty damn sure I know what to do ....and I'm pretty sure you might like what I have in mind ?"

I reached over and touched her leg and began stroking her calf above her uninjured ankle more as a nervous but affectionate show of togetherness ....and we sat in silence for about a minute like this..me looking down at her leg ..feeling all those nerves bundle up, bundle out, relax and then bundle back up again as every single emotion I ever felt zig zagged through my mind and we were both lost for words. In that minute, in fantasy, I made love to her and her to me in every conceivable way ...so many thoughts and feelings rushing through. And when I could speak, I uttered almost apologetically, "just so you know," I broke the silence...."this is about alot more than just sex for me...whatever happens ok?"

"Me too" she earnestly replied. .....and added "ummm ..would you c'mere and help me up if you can ok ?"



I arose to walk towards her and debated mentally a million ways we might have a first kiss which I wanted so desperately at that moment. This would be the first opportuntiy..I could just lean down for this kiss I felt I couldnt wait another minute for. ...but more important was that happiness ...whatever...it was GOING to happen. And you can laugh if you will, but I felt more like a virgin that morning than I ever did before I did anything with a guy. And to me, it felt so deeply real and more natural then anything I had ever felt was coming. In a businesslike fashion I helped her up and off the couch and she motioned for her crutches and said "hey...I gotta go take a shower ...can you sit here and watch tv or ...wait a sec...let me get something...stay here." She crutched her way back towards her bedroom and my mind raced wondering what was going on. She came back with book...a rather thick book that turned out to be an erotic anthology of short sexy stories. She had her finger in it marking a story and handed to me saying," read this one by ____________," (for the life of me I wish I knew this story because I would like to own it today)..."It is so erotic ...I've read it a dozen times ...worn out a few sets of batteries," she laughed. And that was a good ice breaker. "ohhhh ..Im gonna miss you," I said knowing she was going away from me at a critical moment....but I also knew a woman wants to feel clean if she is going to do anything ya know...she didn't have to do that for me, but I would do no good to say that, and I knew it. "Now read that ..and don't start anything without me." "I wouldn't," I said, but the best feeling was again, knowing that today, there would be something started for certain we both knew by now. Neither knew how, we both knew it would....finally fear and worry and doubt and pent up and quelled desire had become INEVITABILITY.

I read the sincere, passionate, sexually explicit story which got me wet and yes, I touched myself a time or two while waiting for what seemed like forever ....I finished the story and waited, and thought and waited, and fantasized, and waited, and finally got up..went back in towards the back of her apartment where she was still in the bathroom and finishing her eye makeup with a towel around her and her damp hair tied up. I tingled from head to toe and looked in towards the bedroom, saw the unmade bed and knew I would be there with her shortly. I came up behind her and our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. "I missed you," I said.


"What did you think of the short story?"


"Well those women ...knew what they were doing but...umm...maybe we can do better ? ya think ?"

And it was comfortable to put my arms around her and my body engulfed her damp and nude except for the towell loveliness. "I can't wait any longer to kiss you Donna," I said as I moved in close to her and our lips met for the first time ...softly ..gently...timidly for certain in the bathroom....a kiss that had more tenderness than every kiss I ever had or dreamed of wrapped into it, but virtually none of the pure lust and passioniate kisses we would soon share. Still...so nice was the moment I wanted it to never end ...slipping our tongues together and into each others warmth that first time ...from "what to do" to knowing what comes so naturally. Our kiss broke and our hug began and her caress upon my shoulders felt divine. I looked in her eyes and said "hurry up in here..I'm going to wait for you in there."

"I thought we were gonna watch a movie," she said.

"Whatever you want to do, but, " I paused, "that was the best kiss I ever had in my life! ....If you want to watch a movie...I want to pretend we are in the back row and not really watching the movie." I laughed. She laughed. "Im gonna wait for you in here." I said and had developed the plan already.

Yes....ME...instigating our first lesbian tongue tangle ...miraculous scary nervousness as I moved in BUT...at least I KNEW she would respond ...and NOW ..virtually commanding her to the bed...wait ? Wasnt I the just turned 18 high school senior ? Wasn't she the older, wiser, role model, big sister type grad student ? I had to laugh to myself about how it had come about that it was ME that seemed in control .....but soon I realized control and sexual power is always best when shared ....THAT was a rare and hardley ever occurence in my experience with men....power sharing between us was to come as natural and comfortable as our friendship had always been.

As she finished what she was doing in the bathroom.....I rather quickly and boldy stripped to my bra and panties and got into the bed...and pulled the covers up. "Are you in my bed girl ?" came the objection from the bathroom ?

"Yes I am in your bed..and I'm waiting for you!...hurry up!"


"are you comfortable?"


"Very"


"are you in your birthday suit>?"

"you'll know when you get in here with me" I boldy flirted.

After a few minutes she came into the bedroom , now in a light green and flowered robe and complained " I was going to put on something very sexy for you....ya know...since you dressed up for me."

"not dressed up anymore," I giggled from the bed while mentally undressing her and anticipating her every touch and tingle.

I WAS WANTING THIS SOOOO MUCH BUT GAWD I WAS SOOOOOOOO NERVOUS....dont know why...but even THAT felt like the natural normal thing given the circumstances.


How MANY times this day had I said to myself "this is it !" well...I was saying again ...but feeling it stronger than ever. I knew when I made the choice to go to the bedroom and get in the bed that there would be no turning back for me....and I was commiting her as well to at least something.

She strode over and sat on the bed next to me facing away and said "we gotta talk." I was ready for whatever and wherever this was going. My daring move was stripping and getting into bed, and when I did that, I knew she probably wasn't going to dive in a make love with me...she wasnt that kind of person I sensed.

"Just exactly how long has this been going on Brenda?" she asked


"What...me being bisexual...or me wanting to be bisexual with YOU?"

"well ..both ..but..." I knew she was asking in a round about way if I had wanted to do this since she was my student teacher way back when. That began a talk with both of us...which, in the course of the next 30 minutes or so, we confesesed our lifelong lesbian fantasies, told about the movie scenes we'd seeen and the books we had read with lesbian characters. It was nice because, surely our encounter was inevitable, but less urgent / rushed and...I think the calming cool down of a sincere talk about what we were feeling and about to feel was soothing and very natural for both of us.



I told her I KINDA thought about her sexually in class, but had really become different in the way I felt as I grew older and knew my feelings were different when we began hanging out together with the group of us as girlfriends. I told her I knew I was bisexual from the age of 12, and she said it was more recent for her ...but didn't start realizing I had affections for her until after she had had a crush on a girl in college that had turned her affections aside, and then she said she noticed some of the same puppy dog eyes upon her from me that she was giving to the woman she wanted to be with. We admitted very BIG things to each other, for instance, we confided to each other that we had masturbated while thinking of the other.



"How would you feel if I told you that when I'm friggin my riggin I never think about guys...and um...like for six months...I have only been imagining you ALOT...maybe not every time but ..alot more than anyone ?"

"I can't believe it..me too.....see...we've already done it with each other we just didn't know it!" and we laughed

We talked about the awkwardness of buying a vibrator at Spencers and the "do you need batteries with that?" moment at the counter.

We trashed men's sexual proficiency.

...and if the thought came through my mind "are you a lesbian ?" The answer was easily "who cares."

We admitted we knew there was a turning point and how it was just a matter of time and how to from that point on.

And, truly capable of a thousand thoughts between each sentence of conversation, my mind raced..."kiss me kiss me kiss me, should I kiss her, how should I kiss her, kiss me, make love to me, kiss me, kiss me now etc...WHEN ARE WE GOING TO DO IT" my mind was commanding.

As we talked she had shifted to face me and I had shifted onto my side ...she touched my shoulder once and let a finger slide under the strap ...She knew she had the liberty to do much more whenever she felt it right. She admitted she asked me over with ulterior motive on this day, and I laughed and said "I believe with me in your bed and waiting for you to kiss me, that has become abundantely clear." For a moment the silence, and then, "I am so glad you are here," .... her hand lifting my bangs and then caressing my cheek. "You are so beautiful and I have waited for this for so long." My chest turns rather pink when I am horny, and I am sure my face and everything else blushed a crimson red that moment..but it felt soooo good to be told that. She let the robe slip down...her back now nude and she turned towards me and I glimpsed her lovely breasts. She stood up long enough for the robe to fall to the floor and got in to face me. Her hand upon my cheek, my hands wandering towards her shoulders ..we embraced at the moment our lips met ..and this kiss was instantly different, more sexual, and was going to last much much longer than our first brief makeout session in the bathroom nearly an hour ago.


Oh...and about that kiss...you know how I always talk about the million thoughts through my mind ??? My mind went completely void of any thought of anything but mouth, tongue, warm, wonderful and bliss.

Side to side we made out...I worried aloud about her ankle and she assured me it was ok.

The stark realiziation of the moment. This was sex with a woman. This was finally happening. I guided her hands from my hips and back towards my breasts and she undid the front clasps to free me. I cant tell you how many times we exchanged different ways of telling each other..whispering softly mostly ...how beautiful we felt each other was. More fervent our kisses and caresses. More gradually we felt each other in exchange of the power between us, where we fell easily into where I felt I needed this to go with me making love to her body, she more or less submitted to my need to give her pleasure, and our sexual path was slowly carved out by each different touch, caress, and soft tickle between us. Her body felt SO good and when our breasts were together, my feelings were so much deeper and stronger than the sexual urges continuing to grow.

And so, as I mentioned earlier, the large and small surprises continued as down her body I traversed with my lips, tongue, hands, fingers, and passion. Feeling her that wet and feeling her respond to my finger was immensely erotic. But, knowing I wanted to go down on her made me purposely hold back a bit for I knew, and she later comfirmed, she was about to explode with orgasm from the first touch of my fingers dancing upon her clit and inside her saturated vagina.



And that was the second moment for which I would never trade anything that could be given. That moment before I kissed her there...the knowing she wanted me there, the first time of it and the ultimate expectations of unfamiliar yet so desired act of total love I had for her at that moment. So good was the first warm, wet touch of my tongue to her, my thumb and forefinger instinctively spreading her lips and flicking her clit softly ..then more forecefully. In my first time naivety I said something producing our most awkward moment...but It seemed the right thing to say at the time. As I began to lick, suck and then to finger as well, her responses in her squeezing, her breathing, her moans and other noises excited me and gave me confidence, HOWEVER, I still realized I HAD NEVER DONE THIS and so I stopped licking when she stopped responding for what may have been TWO SECONDS and said "Don't worry babe...I am not going to stop until you come." This of course, coming from the knowledge of when I had been brought to almost the brink by quite a few clumsy dates. Well, when I said that, she almost screamed, "Oh gawd no, you are doing FINE," and in the desperation of her voice knew that she was about to come. I found a way to lick her quickly that she obviously liked, and up and down over her clit with just the right pressure, held her buttocks and rode with her while her convulsions began combined with her shrieks and exclamations of joy for both of us to relish in.

And I stayed with her down there as she came again and again and again and again. I never wanted to stop and when she would come she would say "please" which was a soft plea to stop, or "i need you up here now" but that also would not get me to stop. I just slowed down long enough for her to catch her breath and then found yet another way to rise her up again towards a pulsating for both of us release.

I knew that first time that I could feel a womans orgasm through my mouth as my very own. Nothing will ever compare.



"Know what ?" she whispered to me as I lay on my back with her nestled in my right arm snuggled against me, head upon my shoulder with her soft hair and the dreamy slow motion softness of our bodies together as our breathing returned to normal and our brains allowed us to think again.

"What."

"I .....can't......wait...." she began while her fingertip traced up my sides and underneath my breast......"to lick you......." her finger encircled my breast and nipple and then began to descend towards where I throbbed, ached, and patiently needed her attention, ...and as she brushed across my mound, plunging into my wetness and as my legs spread to further invite her, "....to lick you....." her fingers inside me now and her body shifting upward to look me in the eyes, where she no doubt saw the immense flood of pleasure she was giving me down there and quickly, flashed in the hunger of my eyes, " to lick you...right ...there...>" my clit now attended to unlike anything I'd ever felt with her thumb and index finger as her lips went down to my right nipple....the wonderful strain of both my covered by her warm lips nipple and the unattended one as well powerfully announcing to me as an inner, maddening, leap to attention FOR attention, and to her, in between her lips ...the erotic bodywide quiver eminating from my nipples, my breasts, with nerve ending directly connected to the walls of my vagina and my clit being manipulated by her fingers that KNEW me from the first moment of touch. Her tongue and lips and mouth KNEW me against my nipple. I shuddered, and quivered, and arched, and trembled in letting myself...allowing myself this pleasure. She was fingering me into my panties ..the only article of clothing left between the both of us in the creamy soft sheets of her bed....she raised up and as she disengaged her fingers from me down there, my pussy wanted to follow her hand as if to say "where ya goin ?" but she lifted me up and I responded and we helped the panties down my thighs and over my legs and she dropped them on the floor.

My eyes half squinting in the curtained morning daylight of her room. I opened them for a clue as to what might be coming next and ...with both hands she began to massage and knead and my boobs. Her gaze upon them..then a glance towards my eyes responding with how good she was making me fell all over with her touch...admiring me there...yes...such pride in my boobs, but I know I shouldnt have that vanity. Her breasts and nipples had turned me on soooo much a few minutes before, and I was enjoying belieiving she enjoyed the touch of mine as much. However, unlike with any sexual partner before (that would be 100% boys and men in case thats been forgotten), my breasts were knowingly out there in a different way than ever before. Her eyes were looking directly into my mind, and I felt that look of admiration, or adoration, or whatever positive...I don't like those bradadocious adjectives, but it was clear to me that my toplessness and these touches between us ..with her fingers and eyes upon me while my own fingertips lightly brushed the soft underside of her forearm, was a wonderful sharing of the emotion and tenderness of all that was blossoming between us that morning.

I am a moaner ok ? She massages me and I moan, she shifts to provide two hands on that breast instead of the one on each and I moan louder...I dont want to sound silly..but the sounds are just coming out of me.
Half the excitment comes from the things she is doing to me and half comes from the anticipation..and ..it must be the neverending scientist in me, but the inevitable comparisons ...not only to the guys I have had sex with, thats the obvious, but also, the comparison to the ways I have just made love to her, and the comparisons to what I have fantasized about and what is playing in reality.
There are moments ...my gawd how good it feels whenever she does something that brings her breasts into ANY contact whatsoever with my skin. Her nipples stiff against my sensitive sides or my belly ...breast to breast is every bit as amazing as I always read about and dreamed of. The entirety of her soft skin against me is of course such a wonderful, delightful, brand new sensation as expected...but when that skin contact is her breasts...I feel as though I should purr or something for how good it feels to know her this way. I moan softly when it feels good ..I gasp or moan more emphatically when her lips engulf my nipples or her fingers find a new way to delight, or return to something that minutes before brought out my demonstrative ways. I am truly delirious ...a sensation that is not unlike being drunk....being so willingly led in her giving to me. I am able to punch through the submission to grope a breast or reach for her mound in whatever moment of position that that allows, but she is no doubt holding the baton of power for these moments and I have given over to her completely.

I also need to express this sensation that was never so intense with a man as it was with her and in my lesbian encounters ever since. It is that I KNOW deep inside as she makes me quiver and tingle and convulse and come..I KNOW how much I am into this..and into her....it is sooooo deep and sooo much. But ...I am ever so analytic and aware of every sign she gives me or might about how she is feeling about me. It builds and builds and is crystal clear as we continue that she is TOTALLY into giving me pleasure with her fingers, mouth, lips and tongue ...she is soooooo in this bubble with me and alert and aware of the oneness of us in this moment....yes it does feel like falling in love ....and together we are placing brick upon brick in the foundation of our growing and deepening togetherness. Until I felt it with her, I had no idea how one of the most powerful things ...100 times more powerful than the orgasmic release of sexual sensations that change, multiply and surprise second to second in our kisses, licks and touches, it is what her EYES tell me, her responses tell me, her obvious mutual desire that fuels my emotions and deepens my sensations as we go along. Its like, when her teeth dug into my nipple and my nails dug into her back, muscles contracting, audible moan and a answer to her unasked question, "YES IT FEELS GOOD WHEN YOU SUCK ME LIKE THAT," and so she rolls her tongue, nibbles me, holds me tighter against her and makes sure every possible millimeter of our skin meshes together in this moment...it is her response when weighed against mine that trumps the sexual delights. Her being totally into this with me is the truest pleasure of them all.

I can remember as it was a moment ago when she rolled down to eat me the first time. She had a beautiful silver and turquoise necklace that accompanied her tongue in softly tracing down and down towards where I craved her. I am literally almost coming from just the anticipation. I lose myself and I remember repeating "its so good its so good its so good" before her tongue ever touched me there.

She has a certain touch on my thigh ....combination of massage and erotic tenderness. It sends me. She spreads my lips and when her tongue enters me...she fucks me in and out ...I try to stay still but my hips are shaking instantly and involuntarily. Just as I had done to her before, her finger replaces her tongue and then she adds another almost simultanously as she begins to softly lick my stiff clit. She sucks on it, twirls her tongue and tightens a grib around my buttocks, pulling me foward where I was already pushiing, hands against the back of her hair and then lowering to massage a shoulder. I come so fast after she starts....I remember thinking right before my first orgasm exploded that I wondered if it really WAS her first time doing this. It was so so so technically superior ...and the powerful combination of shudders, quivers, trembles, tingles, thrusts, moans and most deeply, EMOTIONS, spilled out of my pussy, out of my vocal chords, and out of my soul each time she got me there with her warm wet mouth and tongue, sucking me, licking me, spreading me and massaging me, finger touching me, finger fucking me, controlling me, loving me.



At some point in the 30 or so minutes that felt like hours ...I become orgasmed out and in synch with me she is exhausted. I want to rest, pee, and get my mouth on her pussy again. In fact, as she was delivering such pleasure to me, an equal thought to "gawd how good this is," was, "I cant wait til this is over so I can get her off some more." I was instantly and forever addicted to the way it felt to go down on a woman....and I wanted more ...I wanted everything that day ..and I wanted everything forever....for love at any age, and especially at 18 is confusing. I was certainly in love that afternoon...in fact...that month that we were "together."

We both peed, made small talk and observed on the clock that we still had time before I would have to go home ....by my way of thinking that was to be an afternoon of sex sex and some more sex. If she had other ideas...and she did, when she came back into the bedroom and starting looking through her drawers for clothes for the day, I about tackled her. NO....don't take that pussy away from me now. It was clear that I felt I had years of the wanting this so badly to be let out. She talked about my "stamina" as I licked her and sucked her ...feeling I could not get enough of her flower and the responses to the pleasure I created for her. I opened her with a third finger .."okay ?" "oh yes," she replied.

We laid together ..she on her back, me against her side and breast..."do you want me to do something ?" I knew she was asking if I was requesting reciprocation ... "no I just want to lay like this forever if that might be possible."


She said things to me in bed that afternoon I can't ever forget..in ways that made me feel like I will never feel again. Stroking my shoulder and describing how my eyes sparkled to her, and telling me she "adored," me ...like...every time she "adored" something about me...."I adore your nipples," or, "I adore the way you touch my thighs," I would tingle. Adore just wasnt a word I ever used or heard much, and every time she said it, and said it about ME, my ADORATION for her grew.

ANd oh...her vibrator was in view the whole day ...I kept waiting, wondering IF or WHEN it would come into play ...and though the answer was, "not today,"
its presence in the room was like a third, if that can be understood....like it was crying out to be used...but Donna and I controlled that, and neither one of us cared for anything but each other that day.



We cared not for food ..."we have to do something about lunch," and I was oh so the master of the obvious, "I only want to eat you," and down again I went ..."dont start this again...ok ...dont...you cant...." but my fingers spreading her lips and my tongue once again upon her soaked lips and mound, and once again her legs would spread and her sigh of resignation would be my invitation to continue with what I felt I was quickly becoming if not the expert at what I was doing with my lips, my mouth, fingers, palms and tongue, I was at least proving I was a proficient learner, and she told me as much many times. Over the next days and weeks, my mind would wander to the things I wanted with her...everything imaginable sexually ...but this morning that was becoming a later and later afternoon, my mind seemingly looped the desire to lick and suck and finger her endlessly.

As I became adept at eating her, I also became adept at realizing when she was ready for a small break because, with my hips towards her shoulders, never having the real guts to sit upon her and make this a true sixty nine position, something we didnt do til our last time together, but as her libido slowed down, her talent with her fingers upon me and inside me drove me closer and closer to coming. I couldnt get there...or she couldn't get me there...and if I got close and then would't go over ...I would lick her all the more furiously. However...it was getting late...and I wanted to come so bad just one more time. I was aching to let go, and although I wanted her to make love to me with the passion she did before, it was out of the question in the state of sexual exhaustion we were in. I rolled my body up upon hers and kissed her deeply ...madly and passionately ...she tasting herself upon my lips and responding with a look in her eyes undescribable , but said without words that it was more than acceptable and fully desirable in the moment of "us."

Upon her thigh I began to hump her and it was so good ...my pussy and the way it felt ..but what drove me to the earth shattering orgasm rubbing against her that way, was not just the feelings against my clit...but the way she pushed her thigh into me....the the absolute surprised desperation I saw in her eyes, and as my moans and noises intensified, so did her vocal responses, and so did her tight grip around me ...holding me tight, kissing me, squeezing me, groping my breast or pulling me into her by my buttocks as I screwed my pussy against her thigh, the deepest tongue kisses and the nails digging into my back, while my fingerse dug into the mattress... and when I came this way, the exclamation point upon our first experience gave us the finale we could both live with, for if we hadnt found something like that, I wonder how long and what more we would have done to continue this experience neither of us wanted to let go of.

An out of body experience in her apartment and in her bed.....to the deep kiss at the door and tears welling up. A million "i don't know what to say" moments and expressions of gratitude, pleasant surprise, better than I thoughts, and "I have been waiting so long for this to happen for us."

I walked home and in cliche fashion I must tell you the best way to describe it is that my feet did not touch the ground. Numb...affected...and yes, in love strongly, I went home and holed up in my room, no conversation with any friends, saying as little as I could get away with when mom came home cause I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts, feelings, and rememberances of the day, and fantasies of the days to come with Donna.

It was NOT our first time together ...so sad


It happened at christmastime sooo many years ago, so I can't help but think about it at this time of the year.

Of all the nights in my life, I think I most remember that one where years of fear of coming right out and telling another girl just how I felt sexually inside were going to vanish ..and in my mind, all would then be well forever. I thought she wanted the same things I did ..I felt she and I were just on the same vibe. I was SURE ..turned out to be wrong ...but SURE that she was "thinking about it" by evidence that she was talking about it and bringing it up and embarassed and shy about it as I was. There was even the baby oil backrub that I gave her one night that went on adn on and on when I wondered if she was going to invited me to her front and more. Probably was my best chance to act before the night in question.

The timing was so right. We were alone in her house that night, and knowing that we would be for this sleepover, on this day, I had been making my plans and gathering my nerve for the better part of a week ...had been intensely masturbating thinking of what would happen ..and of believing it would happen. This was to be my first night of lesbian love, HER first night as well, and in the way I had it figured, it would certainly not be the last.

My most vivid memories of that night:
....going down the hallway when I arrived to use the bathroom, looking in her bedroom, and looking onto her unmade bed, and thinking to myself "its going to happen right there TONIGHT."

....she kept feeding me delicious things as her parents had wayyy overstocked the fridge for the holiday ...and from the port wine cheese to the sausage balls to the homemade horseradish dip, all I kept thinking was to not overeat because sex, that glorious sexual adventure I was planning for us, and on a full stomach, would be no fun whatsoever.

...all the night, waiting for when oh when would be just the right time to "say it." No "natural" opportunites opened up ...which made me know that I just had to force the issue ...to gather my nerve I went to the bathroom again. and on my final trip to the bathroom before I "came out" to her, I peed, primped in the mirror and gave myself what seemed like a five minute pep talk.

....let me ask you ...have you ever settled into read that good book you heard about or are sure is going to be great, and you flip it open and there is the "introduction." ? I don't usually read them...maybe sometimes after I have read the whole book ... but whenever I have started to read them, just booorrriiing on the average. That night I had something to say to her ..something to ask of her ..and something to present that would change our very lives. My "introduction" just rambled and rambled. (you, the reader, are saying "somethings never change Brenda! LOL) I told her bout thoughts and deciscions and of not being really able to go another day without saying what I was about to say...begged her forgiveness in advance if I was about to put our friendship in jeopardy, and finally got to the point where I blurted out the real thing ..."SO>>>DO YOU WANT TO BE BISEXUAL WITH ME." and the feeling over my body was like nothing I have ever felt. I went literally, completely numb from my head to my toes in the matter of 2 seconds. I probalby almost passed out and gazed for her reaction.

Ummmmm if you havent already figured it out...she said no. She said emphatically no in fact ...and it was awkward cause the sleepover was still on and the buzz was still there and I was so in shock at being "wrong," about her that as I went to sleep and even the next day when I woke up, was still waiting for her to say something like "well ok ..I thought about it and ......"

That night would have been sooooooooo good for us ...for her especially. I always wonder if at some point in her life she had an "experience" and thought of me. Maybe its me that just cant let it go.


I wanted to kiss her on the neck & ear... wanted to reach under her top....help her out of her pajamas and meld her skin together unsure but yet so right. I dreamed of hearing her moans when I lowered my mouth to each nipple to lick and suck and explore. To squeeze the softness and to know the warmth and weight and reaction. I wanted to taste her and let us both rejoice in the pleasure both of us would get when she realized how passionate I was about her ...and in those moments the next level our longtime friendship would go to.

Our bodies would've been unsure, yet hot and released by nights end. Our minds might have been a bit gently screwed with in the realization of the newness of our change in relationship...but changes at that age come so frequently, what the bother.

Many times would she have known my mouth. Many times she would have known my desire for her completely ..and all these years later ..love unfullfilled.

Passion - Tribadism - Wants and needs fullfilled


licking and sucking your tender thighs ... my arms cradling your buttocks as my head bobs betwen your legs.



leaning back to give you more access whle i spread my legs wider ..and then as its becomes comfortable, laying back on the bed to arch my hips against your chin.



circular gentle



looking at your handiwork

turning around and on all fours.....you massage my buttocks before reaching around me to finger it and caress my hanging breats



and then ...drinking in this moment ...I am coming up to you because

THIS IS WHAT I WANT DAMMIT
HAVE ALWAYS SO..>GO THERE WITH ME LOVE

We start it ...oh how I waited for this...wanted for so long-and now we are. DOING IT TOGETHER

F2F screwing



We are tribbing - just months ago I didn't call it that .. didnt know it was called that...dont know if I should call it that...but its what it is and its sooooooo good now.

at one time called it grinding or scissors...whatever ...oh how good this feels to me...a dream come true for this delight of absolute and wholehearted justification of the two of us as not just hunters of sexual pleasure but moreso of the two of us becoming one in what is most alike about us as we slide ourselves together in frictional warmth that grows to heat that grows to moments where we struggle to maintain control ..if control is worth maintaining at this moment.

wet lips against we lips..brushing yours and you brushing mine in little kisses, bumps and a finding of whats better and best.



i have a rythm against you under me--you're getting wetter so that causes me to get wetter...to throb as i know you are as well.

and I realize in this position I can do something delicious, dirty, ...will you like it ?


i begin to start sucking your toes--you squeal playful and thrilled --ahh ...nice to pleasure you



i push down on you and slide with a circular technique that causes you to lift your hips to push your wetness harder against me

i push harder ...its good

you push me harder...still good so good oh gawd so good

magic the way we are falling into to this with so much togetherness



i cant keep my hands off my breasts except for that i can keep my hands off of yours
I am never so self breast absorbed...what oh what is happening to me ...never so good


and now, in my quest to find the one or two things i do to you that you might show me you like the most...i am finding you like it all too much for me to decide..and nothing could turn me on more than to feel your response to all i am doing to you

I want to lay on top of you now


the sexual tickle that shoots from my stiff nipple through my entire being when our warm breasts brush lightly for the first moment ..and then smush softly but weightily together in our passion.

(yes i said smush LOL)

you grasp for my breast, raise up to get your lips around my areolae and then gently sink your teeth around the tip of my nipple--contractions of my skin feeling the wrinkles or your lips and softness of your tongue ...causing me to throw my head back at the electric pleasure your wet lips send through me.

our deep and toung entwined french kiss with muffled moans as i let the full weight of my body fall on top of you...will it hurt you? as it doesn't , you roll slightly to accept my arms and kiss me deeper ...deeper your kiss to invite me further
so i take this moment as mine for us


hands agrasp upon the breast ..deeper this kiss

deeper this kiss


and nipple ..deeper the kiss goes still
deeper for me for you for us

my hand to enjoy the wetness again

to bypass your mound on the way to tickle your thighs and warm your skin their with my palm and fingernails causes your hips to lunge and combined with the tongue now completely as deep as you know I like it...fingers feel and then sink into your need with a finger and quickly two ..pausing to swirl and tickle the clit and plunging to end your wait, and quickly relieve the suspense by my fingers rapidly moving in out and around as your orgasm bursts forth.

Oh im so hungry for you... there are so many ways to find this pinnacle of our desire
we have only just begun to know this light we share at this moment

Lesbian Quote Of The Year


"....women are like spaghetti noodles ....they are straight til you get them wet."

Jodi Foster and Adrienne Curry



I always keep an eye on the celebrity lesbian front ...Jodi Foster is rumored to be "coming out" which has to go in the "no duh" catagory as well as the worst kept secrets ...I mean, does she ever play a romantic lead anymore ? Single mom fighting for her life roles aplenty ...gosh it would be soooooooo great to have someone of HER stature to play a romantic leading LESBIAN lady in a major release ..and perhaps the coming out that is slowly revealing will allow for that.

The other celeb in the latest news is Adrianne Curry ...as much a B lister as Jodi is an A lister. Having said that, she is very attractive ..I'd say sumptous ..and .. she has some L pictures in playboy that have caused a stir for her "fantasy."

Lesbian Phone Sex is FUN(NY)

I have noticed that my creative juices sometimes flow ..sometimes ebb. Can't, it seems, have the flow without the old ebb. So... this is a blog and should be, as has been pointed out by my closest of friends, updated ...well...at least periodically.
Lesbian Phone Sex .... I have this other name for it ... "remote realtime aural intimacy." With the right one, its a good thing ... if it involves closeness and honesty and affection.

I guess its different for everyone ...just like any manner of "sexual preference," which as we all know, goes beyond just a preference for girls and boys. Subcatagory heaped upon subcatagory squeezed between this or that niche or desire. Some preferences come with compromises, while others are not. But your preference can start with GIRLS ... flow chart to FEM GIRLS and continue to SMART FEM GIRLS (realizing that the compromise of SMART FEM GIRLS can be swayed by the hotness of the FEM GIRL) ...it goes on YOUNGER OR OLDER / BLONDE OR BRUNETTE / EXPERIENCED LESBIAN or SHY BI / on and on and on right ?

In phone sex, I had a preference for someone who did not dictate or roleplay, but I believe that women are very much into that, and to each her own. I did not want to go with "ok first I do this, then im going to do this, and oh you will love it when I do that ...now DO ME." LOL .... Slow, soft, together...phone intimacy can be just as cuddly as you want it to be, even if it does lack the skin to skin ...sometimes the bi in the closet moms have to take their intimacy where they can get it :)

Phone sex can be funny too ...the youtube vid is an example ---enjoy :)

The Bi Curious Girl From The Chatroom Arrives




The light is soft but not dark, the air is light ... a sweet french vanilla candle has been lit for a subtle accent ...no stereo or tv ...just whatever sounds we will make tonight.

I have dressed as seductively as I know how to and still be able to feel comfortable ...with a slight bit of fear that how I doll up for a man and how I SHOULD doll up for a woman are two different things. She had said something about how her eyes are drawn to large breasted women who show lots of cleavage, so I have chosen the cream colored sweater that is loose enough to hide my extra weight under, but dips low enough to expose my breasts down to the v of my red front hook underwire bra.

I haven't spent this much time on my hair in a couple of years. Tonight is obviously important to me.

We both know that this is PROBABLY a sex date...at least that seems to be the intention for both of us ...with limited time before I turn into a pumpkin and have to have you out of the house. But as this is our first meeting...we just don't know the chemistry yet ..of how the fantasy turns into reality. I have plans and I am sure you do as well...we will see how they mesh.


When you arrive at the door and ring the bell, I could probably answer within seconds, but of course I let my heartbeat settle down before pulling open the door and see you and things began to take an erotic turn when I realize that you have dressed for sex ...and instead of "hey brenda.." or "good to see you" ..you exclaim in a kind of astonishment combined with admiration, "BRENDA !" as you look me over head to toe with a look desire accompanying your smile that makes me feel kinda like a piece of meat ...but ...I don't have a single problem with that. I like it tonight.

"I am soooooo glad to finally meet you Brenda "

"Me too ..you look even better than the pictures you sent," I reply.



"oh I was just about to say that to you......well at least the pictures you sent with ....you know...all your clothes on that is ." ("wasting little time getting to it I think")

You are in my house now ...we find a place for your purse and I show you some favorite things downstairs ...You like my baskets and I confidently say "Oh, I have a few more of those in the bedroom you can see later," which is a definite reference to how I plan on the night ending up there....I am also aware that it sounds as trite as a low budget porn for the moment ...but as casual as this between us is, the pressure is a bit off to impress. It seems the little miss shy one inside me is hiding away and the bold seductive lesbian in me (great sarcasm intended) , as long as it's just the two of us and all cards were on the table from the start of this game, is coming out to play, pleasure, and please.

You decline the elements of hospitality first offered, as in something to eat ..I apologize all over myself for forgetting to pick up wine, but it's ok with you and you allow me to serve you a can of diet coke and a oh so fancy plastic cup of ice ..."aren't you impressed with my fabulous taste," we laugh, and we talk about the long drive you've just had to meet me, the weather, and "I love the way you are dressed tonight" mutual admiriation society members in administrative meeting.

But very soon, the small talk in a lull, and here you've only been inside my house for 5 minutes ...I know I am comfortable and can sense you are too and I see where its probably going so I stop, standing there I look into your eyes...come towards you and gently throw my arms around your shoulders and neck...."I need to tell you a couple of things ok ?"

"ok" you reply with a smile as if we have known each other much longer than this first face to face meeting between the IM friends we have become the last month.

"See ....I don't know what is about to happen with us...but ummm...you have my heart ready to jump right out of my chest."


"And that's what your blouse is doing to me," you reply as I feel the blush come over me.


" He's gonna be gone for at least another 4 or 5 hours ...so thats the time we have .....and ummm... whatever happens we need to leave enough time to clean up and (laughing) bury the evidence if there is any ....and .. ...what else... i dont know if you smoke..theres no smoking in here...."

"I don't smoke "

" great...cool ...and ummm...i can tell you are probably as nervous as I am ...but...i have an idea...you dont have to go along if you don't want to ...but ...if we can go get on my bed... doesn't have to be for sex...but .. i can give you a great back massage...you've had a long drive of more than two hours ...and I can take you up there....and ..."

our eyes lock...you are agreeable to the suggestion im about to make that this doesn't have to go so slowly tonight....in fact it's happening seemingly faster than I could imagine....but then again...some of the groundwork was laid in a few of those chats and a particularly steamy phone call that afternoon.

"if i can get you to relax with my hands and wrists... then...ummm..maybe i can make you come more tonight with my mouth (gawd i never said anything that dirty to a woman..wow I could hardly believe that as it came out of my mouth) ....umm...does that sound like a good idea ?"

oh to be in control ...not sure how it happened like this.

" (you hesitate...start to say something and catch yourself before whatever it was slipps out ...you laugh) Yes...that does sound good ..but ..Do you mind if i brought something more comfortable to wear ? ....oh and ...I brought something for you if you will accept ....)

"Oh gawd no...you shouldnt have"

"Hold on..." and you break our embrace to find your way to your nice Vera Bradley and remove a small box bag with that georgeous pair of earings>

"these are so beautiful...I love it ..thank you so much."

I find out you made them yourself ...and I feel like the next time ..if there is a next time..I will have something for you that will knock your socks off ...but for tonight..well...I have always been so inadaquate at gift giving ..and again.



Another embrace and you agree to this change of scenery after a quick trip to the powder room ...and I am imagining you will come out in a babydoll or something so slinky, but instead you come out with a blue sleepshirt and the word Angel ...but its loose and it is only as long as to your thighs, where I correctly guess there is nothing underneath...you've brushed your hair out and freshened your mascara .... your head tilts towards your left shoulder sheepishly seeking my approval, which my eyes upon you clearly indicate.



What a combination of nervous "this is IT" panic combined with determination and upon the beauty of the sight of you, a hunger all over for to touch you in so many pleasurable ways. What a spark. I come to you ...feeling something inside..and wondering where did this confidence come from, and realize its in the chemistry we clearly have together.



Without a word, with comfort and ease, we embrace and begin to kiss ...the spark is quickly the fire thats been smoldering for so long and by all indications is about to burst into flame. Hard to contain the heat of this passion when I KNOW I am such a slow and gentle lover in my heart ..but being pushed so quickly by the tender taste of your soft sweet lips. Oh the connection we are feeling and this good start is going to lead to more wonderful things than we ever imagined. These emotions are deeper than I imagined they would be. warmer...wetter...definitely wetter....very excited ... starting to wonder how recently the battery was changed in my vibrator, or if that is an issue thats not neccessary to comtemplate tonight. (it turns out not to be)



Your kiss is more tender and sweet than any I have felt or dreamed of. I begin to knead your breasts and roll my fingers down your shoulders, back, sides and arms before returing to your breasts to fondle ever more gentle than before...to feel you weaken against me and we know the bed beckons us to lay. You enter my sweater with your hand and reach in to feel my stiffening nipple ...my head throws back to suck in the air between my teeth and your mouth opens widely and your gentle teeth and warm wet lips land upon the side of my neck, the front of my neck and then to engage my earlobe between your lips while my nails dig a little to let you know you may do that to me all night if you would so desire.



To be held by you. The look in your eyes so sweet. We are pawing at each others garments...I reach down to lift your nightshirt over your head and expose the melon size breasts and pink innocent looking nipples that I cant stop myself from kissing immediately ..so cute. I love your moans when I kiss you that way. But you know what I need and how I need it more. "lay down ok ?"



against the pillow you scoot up and are looking at me disrobe ... my boobs bounce a little when they pop out of this particular bra because of its lift, and maybe I am just vane enough to think I can get your juices going if I do it just right while your eyes take me in just as I am admiring the nude and beautiful, but also I know, dripping and desiring lady before me.

Wanting to get to you quickly because I don't want you to be cold there alone. We need each others warmth.





Then, oh to lay against you sucking on your nipples ..fondling your breasts and eventually fingering your oh so wet warm slippery lips



you are mming and ohing me to my ears delight. I love these sounds and you know it.



Then to go down and spread your lips and lick and finger your wetness ..enter your desire and use my lips, my tongue, the tempo, texture and rythym to find the limits of your desire. Your nipples are so hard against my skin and your every breath and touch and reaction to the love I am making makes my mind and body ...and between my legs as well...makes me sizzle. Reacting to each others touch ...sliding warm skin against each other and a mouth on a shoulder, a breast, your mouth and all around again...but hungry for to get my mouth to your vagina to linger this time ..linger for the minutes to turn into dozens of minutes to turn into how long has it been ...to lose track of meaningless time together in the bubble of our togetherness we share.



Im turned around so you can pay attention to me with your palm and fingertips and you realize how I want it ..i like to be teased like that...not rammed and fingered and made to come...just paid attention..kept interested...wet...tingly and on edge while i give you pleasure and feel mine through yours



Wider I spread your legs and passion overtakes us both ...fingers into your soft cheeks ..tell me to stop when you cant take any more and i will ..if i have the strength to go on ....I only slow down and see if you really mean stop or just take a break..and i will find your motor again ...start you one more time and continue the pleasure quest. The ohs, and yeses and gguhs from your lips..beautiful the sounds.



You have me and its so wonderful to feel this togetherness. Trace my opening softly and when I KNOW you WANT to taste me, taste me you will. Goose bumps all over. So close to you. I get close and my muscles flex and you start to rapidly flick and slide your fingertip against my clitoris and im sent. I try to keep licking you while my convulsions continue ...though I have lost some of my technique for the moment, I know its taking you there with me to share my release with you in this way. And how tremendously skilled your fingers are against me, not only engineering my climax, but keeping it going and going with just the right pressure and touch and perfection of understanding.



Gawd you are wonderful

I have just come so hard and as I continue....your explosion eclipses anything I have dreamed of. I feel so good to have created that pleasure with you.



We have begun a night of not just coming hard together, but being close inside each others souls and hearts ... Each new experience seems to top the previous one ..and we are sooooo in this together.

" Looking for love in all the wrong places."

We seem to have found what we both needed in the strangest of all places ...but how can anything that feels so right, be so wrong.

My kindred spirt.

Lesbian Quote from Heroes Star Hayden

“You want to make me a lesbian? That’s fine with me. I’d love to have an affair with Angelina! And there are other beautiful girls I like too - includingCharlize Theron, Kate Beckinsale and Jessica Alba"
Hayden Panettiere

Selma Blair and Stana Katic





I love the celebrity Lesbian stories. In this one, Selma Blair, who already had the incredibly sexy scene in Cruel Intentions with Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Stana Katic of Heroes, who do it but apparently only for the craft. Still...kinda hot to think about :) Its coming in a movie called Feast Of Love.

two ways to masturbate with lesbian fantasies ?


I was writing to a friennd the other day and came to this conclusion...I will share with you what a wrote to her.

Lets say there are probably two ways that I masturbate (thats my sex life these days, try not to laugh) ...One is when I have time in the afternoon I may slip into a chatroom and hopeto have an interesting conversation with someone, while perusing theinternet for images of women who don't look like they are faking it orbeing directed ...or youtubes or other vids with the same shown desire,...or a good story...and these things take me from horny to very horny to go upstairs and finish .


But the other way...the lifelong way that was there before chatrooms computers and soft porn ...is the lay down in bed and let the mind wander while the fingers walk the walk. And in those times ...It has always been ...oh this is NOT a pie chart ..but...if im engrossed in fantasy...im thinking about meeting her, talkign with her, joking withher, buying her things..and ..the mind goes so fast that a lifetimecan be lived out in a matter of minutes. I meet her ..spend weekends with her ..we talk, cuddle, enjoy and slow dance in faded light in the living room before her hand leads me to the bedroom. I have said allthere is to say in a thousand different ways and made love to her andbrought her pleasure to my heart with her affections. And so, as myself-pleasure is hightened and continues to grow ...im finally intoher body and skin and kisses and the taste of her affection. But its all of the getting to there that takes up 90 or 95% of the "not to bespoken of" pie chart ...I dont get her fingers or her mouth until im at the edge or over it.

...and she wrote this ....

This is what she wrote on here ...annonymously ...SHE has a way with words that makes me tingle.

passion is my middle name
i love to kiss again + again
your body i will explore
nothing will be ignored
i will make love to you all night long
come morning i will wake you
w/my hands fondling your love zones
I will gently make love to you
again + again

That was delicious :) thank you!



Her Inspiration


maybe someday our tongues will tangle
our legs will dangle
our kisses will melt
our touches be felt
our wetness to mingle
our passion to tingle
our affection in each others eyes
our heart strings in ties
our warmth to hold to sleep
our moments to forever keep

Revisiting the best Lesbian Movies

Here is the link I found. http://www.logoonline.com/shows/events/50_greatest_films/winners.jhtml

I opened the topic of discussion on here about best lesbian movies and got a few good emails on it plus it was discussed in a yahoo group I belong to as well extensively. LOGO, which is the lesbian and gay channel on cable, has this list that I think might be a bit slanted to stuff that THEY SHOW ...the movie D.E.B.S. was rated awfully high for one I hadn't heard that much about, nor seen. However...some of my favorites are on the list and high ..BUT IM A CHEERLEADER is great, Bound of course, Better Than Chocolate, and of course GIA.

My Raging Needs ??


Title says it all for me lately...will definitely post some this week :) wow...hormones have been overwhelming and desire is raging. Fantasies of her ..and her ..and also...mmmm her too.
A chat from a girl down the street
...an email from someone I want as a treat
a crush on the girl with the beautiful eyes
and a stronger one on she who hides in disguise
my mouth hungry to touch
my tongue longs to please
my legs clench to embrace
my skin all a tingle
my fingers clutch and empty of the soft skin
then fingers settle for me
my blood racing ...feeling
panties damp
my mind a blur
such focus on only sexual and intimate needs
normal I ask or am I
savage or perverse
or just the soul of me

Hillary Lesbian Rumors

Nothing all that erotic here today ...just thought provoking. There are a slew of stories it seems on the internet about Hillary ...I had a friend long ago who said that the reason Bill was so open in his affairs with such women as Monica Lewinsky was that the truth would someday come out that he "wasn't gettin it at home." Apparently ...and I haven't read this personally, but apparently Gennifer Flowers said in a book that Hillary was a lesbian and if you click on the link below, you will find that she apparently has very good taste. Hmmmm ..wonder if america is ready for this. This link is just ONE of the places I found this story today ..consider the source.f

http://www.hollywoodbackwash.com/2007/11/01/la-times-squashing-hillary-clinton-lesbian-affair-story/

Beautiful Poem


Just an excerpt from the beautiful "Entangled"

the weight of your torso
between my butterfly-ed legs
your breasts resting on my steady belly
head dozing on my tender breasts

but I won’t bore you
with cum-plete details
of how I find myself
waking up to being entangled
in you…

Find the whole poem here

A Lesbian Love Letter Unsent

I enjoy her friendship ..and I am so captivated by her eyes ..especially a look she gives me when I say something just a wee bit adult ...a flirtatious "maybe I'll go there with you" look that keeps me wondering if I could tell her how I feel.

From the first time we talked, I felt a deeper connection, friendship, and kinship than with others ...moreso than in many years with any other female. I went home that night and decided not to write this letter ..and now here I am, a week later, finding myself not being able to stop from writing it.

We quickly have learned so much...so that we seem know almost everything about each other ..all that is decent and a few things salacious and no doubt ...there are secrets you know about me that nobody else knows, and vice versa. How fast our friendship has developed.

I dont want to ruin the friendship ...but I believe that there could be so much more. I need to write this to you ...to tell you in this letter because, I just find that I express myself more easily in written form.

When we had dinner the other night, I intended to tell you then if the subject matter might come up. It did not, but I was so distracted by the thoughts racing through my mind, and the slight buzz from the margaritas that I just felt I came across as an idiot ..and then when we hugged goodbye ...you know how tightly I held you...and I saw the look of puzzlement come upon your face as if you believe I had drank entirely too much...or just what the hell was wrong with me. So...as I write this, I don't know if you have questions about me, if you question our friendship, or if I might be reading wrong signals.

But I feel something must be said and ..this is the way I am going to say it. I have feelings for you ...I want to make love to you. I say that having no idea if it is something you have ever done ..to make love to a woman. It is something I have done, enjoyed, and miss greatly ...the intimacy of it and the erotic passion between two women. If you have done it then you know...and I suspect even if you havent then you have an idea.

In my dream world, you are happy for what I just wrote. But ...One of the reasons I am writing this ..instead of saying it ..is to not blindside you if this is something you are ...as some women will be, I have experience to know, very very uncomfortable with a woman youve become friends with coming on to you. I hope if thats the case, you just consider it flattery, and can live and let me live ...hopefully we can continue to be friends.

But if you are interested in something more than our friendship...I want to explain to you that the feelings I have for you are not purely lust. This is NOT about orgasms or sexual pleasures entirely. It's about intimacy, sharing, and for me, I am a giver in search of an appreciater. I crave the look on your face when I have done something to arouse you more, the warmth of our embrace tightening without the unsure discomfort of the other night ...the softest kiss and the tender desire or our soft skin meshing as one whenever we can steal away a moment to find those pleasures. I want you to understand that what I desire in your affection will not be realized in one night ...I want it to be a patient, intense, personal and again and again experience for us both.

I dreamed of our first kiss all night last night ...and here I am unable to let this go. I know as I send this I will shudder ...realizing there is no turning back from this...if you are offended ...I may not be able to recover the friendship we have quickly and comfortably acquired.

As I write this... I have no earthy idea what your thoughts are going to be. I am just guessing that there is a chance that the spark with us I have felt is deeper than the superficial. I don't know where you have been along this particular path....whatever label of "bisexuality" it must be called. I just know what I am feeling and cant ignore ...for I have not felt this much for anyone at any time. Please don't be afraid as I say that to you...I hae open eyes and realize where we both are in our "real lives." But for the chance to show you the pleasure I want to share with you in using my lips, my mouth, my tongue and my skin ...and my very soul to meld with yours ...our intimate moments await if you shall only find a way to take me into your arms, against your breast, our tongues and legs entwined in passion fullfilled.

Of course I await whatever you may have to say ...you know the ways to get in touch . If you need to think I will be patient ...and will so accept as so whatever you may have to say. Just know that you have come to mean so much to me so quickly, that this letter to you could not have stayed within.

I hope we have much to talk about :)

My Lesbian "How To" - Cunnilingus

I got a great email from a younger someone who loves this blog and is about to embark upon her first lesbian experience. "...I was wondering if you can tell me some techniques or give me some guidelines on how to go down on her when it happens. I want to blow her mind , and while I think I know what I am going to do, I was wondering if you could tell me if there are any tricks or ways of doing things that I haven't thought of that will bring her the biggest and best orgasm?" Really ??? you are asking me? little old me ? :)
I am DYING to give advice to women about ALOT of things. I am telling her and telling you that it is just too tempting to pass up . I know I should say, just do what comes naturally and you will know what to do....but for some reason, I can't resist putting in my two cents worth to her and to anyone else who might be interested in what I might think about this subject. I have gotten a few emails fromi readers of my blog and I love it. What a little ego boost this can be sometimes. I guess I havent developed any deep relationships with any readers (yet ?) , but there are friendships via email that seem like they could last ....NOT cybersex ones ..but sometimes erotic exchanges via either chat or email. (one I correspond with is not as interested in the lesbian aspects of this blog as the masturbatory aspects) Well, in the discussions I have had with women about oral sex ...I seem to keep getting comments ...more like compliments ...about the way I describe certain things. I assure you that these do not come in the context of cybersex ..such as "first i would do this, then this other thing, oh and you will love it when I do that." LAUGHABLE ....BUT ..the "you should write a book" comments are very flattering ..and now I have a this direct request for advice. I am sure not an expert and I am not someone who has been with alot of women in bed..well I always say three women in bed in reality, but in fantasy, well over a million. LOL HOWEVER, the ones I have made love with have implied overwhelming satisfaction to me ..."best I ever had" comments :) Which of course felt good as I am always describing myself as a giver and glad to have found the neccessary appreciater as a partner the few times I have been lucky enough to have been F2F. So, am I as qualified as anyone to write about how to m ake love, specific ally, to give head ???? YES....absolutely I say with confidence. WHY NOT ME! Yes ..I have gone from novice blogger to Susie Sexpert. (oh just keep those cards and letters coming girlfriends!)How to make love to her the first time? If you want to give good head ...Want to do it badly. No amount of technique or instruction can replace the pure desire. Chances are if you are really really attracted to, in deep like with, or best of all, LOVE your partner, you will WANT to do it for them. To feel her reaction to the pleasures your bring ..and she will show you in many ways that she likes it. Moaning, breathing, touching, squirming, thrusting, guiding are all the way she will show you that she is glad you are there, wants what you are giving and is "in it" with you. SO ...to inspire most in those reactions from her, start with WANTING them in the first place. Two other tremendous benefits to giving it your all "down there" are that during sex, turning her on will completely turn YOU on too ...usually the more she is the more you will be. The benefit of this is obvious ...and leads me to the next benefit ..as you are turned on ...after having given her such joy, she is more likely to want to step up her performance for you ....you've heard of the circle of love, this is the circle of lick. (yeah I think I will call my book that ..the circle of lick ..it DOES have a ring to it)

Next...let me use a musical anaology. As a lovemaker, you re not a bluegrass banjo and fiddle You are the conducter of an orchestra and you have many many instruments at your disposal. You have tempo and texture at your disposal. You must FEEEL your audience and give her what she wants ...which will be different every time. So that, in making love, each time you do it, in fact perhaps, several different times in each time you do it, you are changing the instruments you use, the tempo or the volume ....are you using more high notes, low notes or chords ....is there a flute solo or a part where the bassoon takes over....or a crescendo where the music drives you and your partner to a furious peak of difficulty and speed ...and tails softly and gently into a whispering soft ballad. Some who read this are laughing I am sure....others who have been there are "getting it." YOU are not only the conductor, but the writer of the symphony that is her pleasure. Your instruments are at the very least your fingers, hands, and skin to go along with your lips and tongue. There are are different degrees of pressure and of tempo and you can think of her in front of you as an empty slate of a music staff waiting for the notes you add to it.Technique ...as you can combine musical note successions in a mathmatically infinate number of ways, so can you combine all that you can do to delight your partner, not limited to a tickle with the tongue here, a lick or flick of your tongue there. Up and down, back and forth, side to side and round and round are the basics for what you can do with your tongue to her clitoris. If you sense she likes one of these more than the others ...be like the top 40 radio station and put it into hot rotation. Play other songs too, but keep coming back to the big hit song over and over and over if she likes it. What else?? Spreading her labia with your thumb and forefinger are a usual addition at at least some point, as are holding them together for another sensation entirely. And into the mix I always tug upwards (towards her belly) to pull the skin taught as you lick her ...and if she likes this, repeat the "pull back" action generously. More penetration for some, less for others (me!) ...and what else are you doing with your hands while your mouth and tongue are providing the main focus. All great movies have the main plot and the subplot ..and usually two subplots ..even in the half hour sitcoms. Of course, what your mouth and tongue are doing are the main attraction, add to it a stroke of a thigh or a massaging squeeze there or upon her buttocks. Her breasts are there to be fondled and reached for ..even if you aren't able to give them the fullest concentration at that point because of your main plot focus. A second subplot can be what you are doing with the rest of your body ...how do you rest your skin upon hers ..are you grinding ...are you getting some pleasure from something she is doing that can be accentuated with the sounds you make. Your fingers, lips, tongue and are warmly and wetly french kissing her love triangle ...but there are so many points of pleasure within reach for all her senses to take in ...you will never run out of options if you are into her and thinking of her pleasure as your own. Her clitoris can be...and WANTS to be flicked, sucked, held between the lips, pushed on, teased and tickled, tantalized and swirled, curled and sometimes even gulped. It is your lover, and when you feel her desire build and go over and into the absolute heaven of the moments just before and then explosion of the orgasm, you are for that moment at least, completely engulfed in her soul.

Tell her she is beautiful, she smells good, she feels good and more ...tell her in every way that you are exactly where you want to be. I think it never hurts to find a way to let her know right from the start that her taste and aroma is pleasant to you...because, I think most of us worry about that ...so, hell, even if the two of you JUST GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER, find a way that tells her that its good to her ...for me its been "oh that is soooo nice" as soon as I taste her, and that is enough. Communicate! Open up the line of communication soon to let her know it's ok to tell you what she wants directly. "do you like that ?" and .."oooh is that the way babe?" go a very long way towards increasing the experience for both of you. A technique that was for oral sex with men before I was with women is as valuable ...warm and wet your mouth. Just before your first lips and tongue touch, take your tongue and use friction against the roof of your mouth to warm it ....the backside of your lips as well. If this isn't obvious ..go slow at first. HEY I AM TALKING TO YOU>>>PAY ATTENTION>>GO SLOW AT FIRST!!!! I MEAN IT. Everyone knows where the clitoris is ...you don't have to dive for it immediately. Tickle and tenderly lick and kiss around the main point of pleasure before her breathing, or other guidance provides you an invitation. The invitation should come to you within a minute or two...not ten minutes as you know that would be too long :)

And I say this finally in realization that somewhere a guy is going to get ahold of this...this may be more for them then the women this is intended for. The clitoris is soooooooooooooooo sensitive ...what a great great thing ...and orgasms are great...but all the sensations that happen before it during it and after the orgasm are pretty much not but just a tiny notch below the sensations from the actual explosion. Know that it ALLL feels good ...but also know that as sensitive as it is ...it is VERY EASY to HURT. The pleasure in the clitoris and around it ...well...nothing like it of course ...but..the pain is equally amplified. BE CAREFUL, GENTLE, and without rigor and roughness until asked, if not begged to be rough. NEVER assume that a woman wants to be pinched there ...and a careless fingernail scratch can dampen the sensation for long enough to ruin a pretty good ramp towards the launch of her quaking conclusion. Now I ask you, ...will you allow me to be and advice blogger too ??? :) SINCERELY-_THANK YOU FOR READING :)
Brenda
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