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Sorry ..I know ...I usually write about erotic things ..would it help if I told you that I'd love to "do" Melissa Etheridge.

I am truly amazed by Melissa Etheridge and her words that I am reprinting below. I am glad that as a girl she idolized Bruce Springsteen, practiced her guitar, paid her dues and found stardom with some very catchy songs and then superstardom when she wrote hookier songs that got more radio airplay. I am glad that she found love. I have no doubt that the passion she has for her fans onstage and the passion with which she writes about what she believes in is passion multiplied to infinity for her family.

She gets it.


(And yeah ...I'd rock her world)

The following copied from Huffington Post from Melissa Etheridge

This is a message for my brothers and sisters who have fought so long and so hard for gay rights and liberty. We have spent a long time climbing up this mountain, looking at the impossible, changing a thousand year-old paradigm. We have asked for the right to love the human of our choice, and to be protected equally under the laws of this great country. The road at times has been so bloody, and so horrible, and so disheartening. From being blamed for 9/11 and Katrina, to hateful crimes committed against us, we are battle weary. We watched as our nation took a step in the right direction, against all odds and elected Barack Obama as our next leader. Then we were jerked back into the last century as we watched our rights taken away by prop 8 in California. Still sore and angry we felt another slap in the face as the man we helped get elected seemingly invited a gay-hater to address the world at his inauguration.

I hadn't heard of Pastor Rick Warren before all of this. When I heard the news, in its neat little sound bite form that we are so accustomed to, it painted the picture for me. This Pastor Rick must surely be one hate spouting, money grabbing, bad hair televangelist like all the others. He probably has his own gay little secret bathroom stall somewhere, you know. One more hater working up his congregation to hate the gays, comparing us to pedophiles and those who commit incest, blah blah blah. Same 'ole thing. Would I be boycotting the inauguration? Would we be marching again?

Well, I have to tell you my friends, the universe has a sense of humor and indeed works in mysterious ways. As I was winding down the promotion for my Christmas album I had one more stop last night. I'd agreed to play a song I'd written with my friend Salman Ahmed, a Sufi Muslim from Pakistan. The song is called "Ring The Bells," and it's a call for peace and unity in our world. We were going to perform our song for the Muslim Public Affairs Council, a group of Muslim Americans that tries to raise awareness in this country, and the world, about the majority of good, loving, Muslims. I was honored, considering some in the Muslim religion consider singing to be against God, while other Muslim countries have harsh penalties, even death for homosexuals. I felt it was a very brave gesture for them to make. I received a call the day before to inform me of the keynote speaker that night... Pastor Rick Warren. I was stunned. My fight or flight instinct took over, should I cancel? Then a calm voice inside me said, "Are you really about peace or not?"

I told my manager to reach out to Pastor Warren and say "In the spirit of unity I would like to talk to him." They gave him my phone number. On the day of the conference I received a call from Pastor Rick, and before I could say anything, he told me what a fan he was. He had most of my albums from the very first one. What? This didn't sound like a gay hater, much less a preacher. He explained in very thoughtful words that as a Christian he believed in equal rights for everyone. He believed every loving relationship should have equal protection. He struggled with proposition 8 because he didn't want to see marriage redefined as anything other than between a man and a woman. He said he regretted his choice of words in his video message to his congregation about proposition 8 when he mentioned pedophiles and those who commit incest. He said that in no way, is that how he thought about gays. He invited me to his church, I invited him to my home to meet my wife and kids. He told me of his wife's struggle with breast cancer just a year before mine.

When we met later that night, he entered the room with open arms and an open heart. We agreed to build bridges to the future.

Brothers and sisters the choice is ours now. We have the world's attention. We have the capability to create change, awesome change in this world, but before we change minds we must change hearts. Sure, there are plenty of hateful people who will always hold on to their bigotry like a child to a blanket. But there are also good people out there, Christian and otherwise that are beginning to listen. They don't hate us, they fear change. Maybe in our anger, as we consider marches and boycotts, perhaps we can consider stretching out our hands. Maybe instead of marching on his church, we can show up en mass and volunteer for one of the many organizations affiliated with his church that work for HIV/AIDS causes all around the world.

Maybe if they get to know us, they wont fear us.

I know, call me a dreamer, but I feel a new era is upon us.

I will be attending the inauguration with my family, and with hope in my heart. I know we are headed in the direction of marriage equality and equal protection for all families.

Happy Holidays my friends and a Happy New Year to you.

Peace on earth, goodwill toward all men and women... and everyone in-between.

Melissa Etheridge

Need some lesbian warmth in the cold of winter

A flood of warmth raced through my body
and my soul
The tingles shot past my stiffening nipples
down to my ever dampening pussy
which she grinded into with her thigh
as her lips gently sucked on my neck
her tongue tenderly adding to the thrill

More tingles down the neck
surrender me to your desire
come live inside my soul with me

The Lesbian Kisses of Jennifer Anniston -Celebrity Lesbian Crush Of The Week.

Celebrity Lesbian Crush Of The Week - Jennifer Anniston

Winona Ryder, Lisa Kudrow, Courtney Cox ..and a pretty hot girl in the movie Rockstar. Thats the list of the women that I know and have seen with my own eyes that Jennifer Anniston has kissed. In my humble opinion, the one in the forgettable movie Rockstar was the hottest on screen lesbian kiss for me, and with all the fuss over the Friends kiss with Winona Ryder, the one seconds later with Lisa Kudrow was a bit more erotic. ...ok ..being honest about it, it seems Jennifer Anniston is not a lesbian, these in and of themselves don't make me wet, but it gets the mind going thinking about the "what if's" of making love with Jen. I chose her as the lesbian kiss crush of the week when I saw the tremendous, tasteful, nude photographs of her published this week. She is sooo beautiful ...and no doubt a huge crush. Brad never made her come like I would. :)
five lesbian images of our favorite friend ..with benefits :)

Previous Celebrity Lesbian Crush's from this blog
Gwenyth Paltrow
jane krakowski
Drew Barrymore
hayden panettiere
Eva Longoria, Lohan, Jodie Foster and Grays Anatomy and others
Hillary Clinton

Lesbian Crescendo after Crescendo and New Ways for

Lesbian Crescendo after Crescendo and New Ways for Us
by akiss2desire

At first she joined me on the couch looking so incredible in sheer black ...she added the black hose for me because we aren't going anywhere ...she knows how delicious she looks to me...I always compliment her on her choice of clothes and lingerie, so she always likes to surprise me in that way, and tonight was no exception. We always try to outdo each other in a sort of "queen of cleavage" battle, but tonight her ample breasts, which she has found incredible ways to accentuate in our times before, has never been more perfectly displayed by the sexy gown cut roundly to grab the eyes attention leaving just the right amount of her chest to the imagination. ...the silver beaded necklace dripping down to lay against her creamy skin.

After small talk and looking into each others eyes and admiring her feminine form, we began our kissing facing one another on that couch ...her tiny pecks against my cheek and then my lips giving way to a kiss of her our true devotion ...the kind that makes the mind swirl and fantastic colors to appear against your closed eyelids. The kind of kiss that shoots across every nerve ending and especially down to further provoke an already aroused groin.

We switched so that then she laid against me on the couch. She was spread out and splayed out as I sat upright ...her nightgown silky against my black lace ...both fresh from the shower with the tv on and ignored flickering before us. We are quietly and lazily stroking one another and saying almost nothing, almost as if we are saving our strength for the lively awakening we will soon enjoy because our stiffened nipples and dampening and ever more throbbing center of our desires are clamoring for eventual rapture.

But in this slow motion, soft light 1st chapter of our night together, its nice to have her laying against me like this...her arms against my thighs ...her back leaning back upon my breasts...her head gently thrown back and inviting me to caress her gently. My right arm around her shoulder rests against her breast and I feel it give ...its weight and its texture and softness command me to begin to knead and squeeze and eyes admiring her body from that breast and downward goes my gaze.

My left hand gives a fingertip tickle stroke upon her stomach and side ....her reaction tells me I could do this all night...but with each stroke up and down and side my hand seems to travel a bit lower towards the dark haired bush exposed to me and its treasure below.

Our sensous caresses have lead to this moment when my hand takes the plunge and my fingers enter her saturated lips and brush her button to feel her hips lunge for more. As if she has been holding her breath tight, she lets out a long exhaling pant mixed with a whine for more ...and now.

"Can we go to bed now?" I suggest in a deeper and hungrier, almost stunned voice ...and she squeezes the top of my hand and pushes it deeper into her ....then as I release from her down there, she holds my hand and effortlessly rises from the couch to lead me to the bedroom.

At the foot of the bed, we embrace and with her arms around my neck and mine around her waist, she begins to tug at my silk and whispers "I like it when I can feel all of your skin," and so we begin to tug at each others fabric until we are nude, and facing one another with guilty, enthralled smiles.

Before another kiss we hold each other and enjoy that skin to skin warmth ...I look down and admire the sight of our breasts together ....her C cups which still have their youthful lift and my heavier and venerable boobs. I admire the vision of the contrast of her dark and defined areola against my light pink and more bumpy and wider circle that fades into my white skin.

When she lowers her head, I have an idea what is coming, but the anticipation still slows down time.

She wonderfully sucks on my nipple and twirls her tongue...i love this thing she does when she goes beneath my breast and sucks where the breast meets the rib i guess you could call it ...tremendous combination of tickle and shooting straight to my pussy sensation...with her warm cheek lifting my breast while her tongue does its magic. Oh how nobody has come close to exciting me so much in that way. Encircling my right nipple with her lips she increases suction to a maximum, mixture of pleasure and slight but forgivable pain that weakens my knees and for a second I feel like neither one of us will be successful in holding me up ...

She pulls me down on her bed and our passionate kisses get deeper as our legs entwine wetness evident on her and I feel more of hers ...and there is a pinnacle of extreme pleasure ...when we find the magic place where my thigh meets her pussy just right and her thigh meets me just right and its sooo good for both that we can see it in each others rolling back eyes.

We are not doing this slow anymore ...and its not quiet anymore either.

We both love this position ..soooo works for what we both's nice when her nipple is in my mouth and I'm riding her thigh.
I can kiss her full mouth and tongue this way.
or offer her my breast to her lips.
I knew it was good...just HOW good when she reached down to carefully pull her lips upward and apart to enhance her pleasure while I rode her with increasing fervency.
The mutual pumping, grinding, undulating gets faster and more furious and while your cries of "so good," get muffled into my shoulder, I cant believe how hard your orgasm is.
I think you cant believe it either.

Our bodies calming from the crescendo ...your fingertips stroking my shoulder and back..the look on her face is so serious now....but different that she has lost the nervousness..accepting our togetherness. I like how comfortable we are getting with all this.

"I need a drink," she says, and I reply with "I need to pee," something that is standard when I come close but dont have an orgasm, and we both kiss and remove ourselves from the bed and as I return from the bathroom, I climb in next to her and get under the covers and put my head upon her shoulder and we find a few minutes of blissful, naked, fairly non sexual time together ...but we are far from done tonight, so as her hand reclaims my left breast I go directly back into a needy state ...and we lay and make out with wonderful open mouth kisses and lots of smooshed skin together.

We got into a position I had seen but never experienced with a woman. She went towards the bottom of the bed with a sly smile and I could see, she had a plan. "Turn around," she commands and then puppets me into an all fours submission. She comes up behind me and finds me wet underneath ....then reaches around for my breasts ..and after a couple of wonderful gropes there, she pulls me upward and against her with both of us kneeling. Here i was on my knees in front of her, going iwth the program she was creating...I was getting to where I just needed to come and needed her to take me there, and was starting to get amazed that as much as we both love (love being not a strong enough word) to give oral sex to each other, that tonight we were doing seemingly anything but licking each other ..though I knew we'd conjure that delight before nights end.

She melded her skin against me til you couldn't put a dime between us. I felt her bush against my butt, and her so soft and warm breasts against my back ..reaching around to finger me ...grinding against my backside ...her hands caressing my breasts ...her mouth against my neck....i was in ecstasy and I looked down at my nipples and could visually see what I nipples had never seemed harder...protruding erotically out so was a curious I didnt know my nipples could get like that...or at least i had never looked at them in this state of arousal.

She aggressively gently crushed, squashed, pulled on and clutched my tits from behind. Moments that were rather ungentle there ..but giving me what i need with my nipples now being tugged at and with both of her hands so intent on this concentration up top, down below i replace her absent fingers with mine own.

Now we are just losing control in this passion...she is bouncing against me with her thighs ..rubbing my boobs soon fingering myself with wild abandon and and trying desperately to crane my neck to steal a kiss or lick from her tongue, and with my legs while kneeling and masturbating, trying to find the right position cause I so want to come ..and wonder if she will come against me like this...doubting but hoping.

"Cmon and let it go" she urges in her whisper while I finger furiously...her hands on my boobs and against my sides and on my back and neck...but MOSTLy on my boobs, are oh so expert...palms against me, and fingertips against my nipple before their gentle pinch again.

She strokes my hair with one hand...nibbles my the nape of my neck and then the back of my shoulder much much harder and i feel the most humongous orgasmic wave come over my body it shudders and my thighs quake, (I have never come while kneeling) my palm feels a warm gush trickles down my thigh.
She is saying "thats it baby, thats it." As I come, I am making noises that I've never made, and I even think those out of control yelps and squeals make me sound stupid...but I couldn't stop those noises right now if I wanted.

As my orgasm dissipates I am joining her hands in squeezing my boob while my finger lets it go.

Then, surprisingly, but naturally, we shift and SHE gets on all fours to invite me to lick her from behind...and I'm hungry for that, and positioning to do taste her. But as I approach, I see her anus ...which...I touch with my finger...its wet from her juices trickling...she positions herself lower to help me get there...

I realize her anus is very clean...i wouldn't dream of kissing it really...I can't believe I am considering it ..but there it is ..and I am so close just doesn't appear ugly to me...beautiful in fact. I think that this is soooo not me, but, she has gotten alot of the "not me" moments of my life in our lovemaking sessions. I reason that it might change things, but I just cant seem to help it ....and get right up to it and breath hard on it ..letting her know how close to it I am her a chance to stop me ...maybe I WANT her to stop me ..I cannot believe I am about to do this...but I do...kind of mostly with my nose...but lips are there soon too....and I am going to stop when I realize I have sure started something I probably can't stop now. My kiss there becomes a bit more passionate than even I can believe in this instance when she makes a noise like I could never describe, but communicated pure and absolute exstacyy. maybe i just did the greatest thing to her...
look..i am not into butt sex.....louder in my mind ...i dont do this kind of thing...but ...i DO love the way it makes HER neever tasted or smelled like anything but just a little more before i replace my tongue with an entering index finger into her there ...she loves it...while i scrunch under her to suck and lick and devour her with my lips and open mouth tongue flicking and swirling and feeling her dripping flush. Scintillating arousal for both of us... I am in no hurry and want it to last forever, but she just explodes without warning...starts coming like I should have known I can ALWAYS feel it about to explode with her, but this time, it was like POW. Faster I lick to catch up to her and help her know the strongest release. She cant help that her legs spread wider and thus, her vagina is lower towards the bed but i follow and never lose contact while my tongue laps a gentle force against her lips and clit.

I come out from under her, but she stays on all fours, still panting ....I come up behind her in a rear entry position as she did me, and reach around and massage her breasts, and she raises up and now I am behind her as she was behind me earlier...Pure deja vu but in revers....and we just fall into about the same way of lovemaking as we did before, except with roles exactly reversed. I rub her breast and push mine into her soft warm back, loving the way this feels and remembering moments ago when she was doing the same thing to me. First I finger her and then she fingers herself to yet another orgasm just as I did to myself earlier....and I ride behind her with her into her blissful release wonderful that we shared this pretty much exact same way now reciprocated. It felt totally natural, and was completely unplanned, but beautiful that way.

After she let go, coming hard yet again... I just held her up and caressed her and we kissed softly winding down before falling onto the bed together to just hold each other first gently and then so tight. It was like when I looked in her eyes she couldnt believe our mutual intensity ..and i know she probably saw the same in my eyes, for it had never felt stronger. Silent but fulfilled. I was thinking as we held and stroked each others entire bodies that probably orgasms and intensity has probably been matched in my life ...but ...the togetherness ...the bubble we were in...the bliss...was unmatched. Caressing her hair, seeing the soft serious look in here eyes turn into a smile, a deep breath , and she shifted position ...and as exhausted as I was, I realized that if she was ready for more, then I could be motivated to the same....our lips met and we again began to make love.

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Always In This Kiss

Keep me warm when its cold
cover me and share your skin

look in my eyes and know me for the first time
like you've known me forever

or for so long
but never like this

always in this kiss

does this moment live forever in my soul
There's an aching to the core of me
like waiting on the shore
knowing not just any wave
but that wave is the one ive been waiting for
and as it approaches
anticipation and more anticipation and so much that it somehow becomes a mixture of joy combined with disbelief
that this good thing can happen to me

after the revelation of truth to the core
a truth that can never be turned back on
the image inside for so long
a promise ABOUT to be fullfilled
ultimate anticipation
all that is unknown changes now
fear melts into faith
this moment before the first taste and the knowing of your response to my fingers, mouth, lips, tongue and the warm grace of your appreciation in your breath, your movement, your whispers, moans and encourgement
and knowing that your gift to me is the knowledge of the pleasure I give to you
your wetness creates a cascade of mine
your welcoming eyes and head thrown back and you are so so open and available to the pleasure I we create together
I carefully knead the fullness of your clutch and grope for mine as your passion builds

.......a moment

a moment before IT happens the first time with us
the million thoughts and images and feelings and desires that race through the mind at this one moment...of dreams, desires, history and hope

does this moment live forever in my soul

and how will i save to memory each brush of her lips
each tickle, each touch
each tender kiss and tremble
each tingle and tummy flip
how i know the frozen image of the look she gives me just then
will stay with me
will stay with her

Best Of AKD --My first time

I posted my first time story about a year ago ..and I believe I am going to be sharing a longer excerpt with .

My "first time" story took a very long time to write. I couldnt seem to get out every emotional feeling and relationship detail. I wanted it to be RIGHT it was a bit of a draining experience. Now, a year removed, I (blush) will tell you I am proud of what I wrote. If you haven't read it, I would love your feedback.

Excerpt from "The Moment Of Lesbian Inevitability First Realized" My First Time Story"
link below 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 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 solidified 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?" exhilaration 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 dilemma 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 prevalent in between the sheets as they were that day with her.

the complete (very long) story can be found by clicking here

Celebrity Lesbian Crush Of The Week - Gwyneth Paltrow

Celebrity Lesbian Crush Of The Week ---Gwyneth Paltrow

Criteria of at least one lesbian scene in a movie is met with her kiss and boob grope (click for five images) in the wonderful holiday movie "The Royal Tannenbaums," I think that even though it wasnt a lesbian scene, the most erotic Gwenyth was being unwrapped erotically in Shakespeare In Love. She would be a dream date ...a dream kiss.

Previous Celebrity Lesbian Crush's
Gwenyth Paltrow
jane krakowski
Drew Barrymore
hayden panettiere
Eva Longoria, Lohan, Jodie Foster and Grays Anatomy and others
Hillary Clinton

A Comfortable Lesbian Place is

For those who have followed this blog for awhile, you know, or have figured out that I want to get better as a writer, and find as large an audience of like minded women to enjoy and give feedback. I have said that I "get off" both egotistically, and even erotically, on the fact that so many women enjoy what I have related here.


I thank Julie and some wonderful women at for featuring something I wrote awhile back. I am tickled pink that someone felt my poem, "soft butterfly flicks" worthy of the wide audience that carries with it. I am just in an "oh wow," moment ...and I hope to be contributing more to their wonderful site. It has so many links, it would take a year to surf them all, and many in-touch women who aptly, admiringly, wave the rainbow flag.

I am honored to be associated with them.

She Continues to be my Lesbian Dream Come True

She Continues To Be My Lesbian Dream Come True (draft version posted 11-23 --- I have some more to add but sharing with my readers now)

Its hard to describe the power she has over me. It has to do with her saying just the right thing at just the right time in a text or email or a stolen moment phone call. Or ..when we are together, just the pouty look she gives me that lets me know she needs more from me.
We are already there for what we know we are there for. She has the most wonderful fragrance and is the vision of loveliness , already stripped to her bra and panties and kneeling on the bed awaiting my touch for us to begin. I am approaching the bed, meeting her steady gaze, with my pants and panties already removed, but with my light blue top and bra underneath ...wonderful feeling the air against my sex and feeling sexily clothed for the time being anyway. We are both so wet with anticipation, and there is no question from the warmth in the air between us and the knowledge of our previous experiences that we are once again about to embark on an orgasmic journey at the very least...and likely another deeply spiritual awakening continuing between us with new surprise after new surprise after new surprise.

Tonight, as I first kissed her, it was the difference in her taste, the crown royal still in her breath and her mouth so soft and relaxed ...right from the start I realized she was kissing me very differently ...more erotically ...with more thought but no less passion than before ...and rather than ask myself why, I went with it from the first touch of her tender lips. Her tongue was determined to enter me deeper than ever before ..and it darted ...jabbed ...pointed itself and dare i say fucked in and tickled..surprised enver been kissed quite like this by a woman ..but as soon as it began i wanted it not to stop.

When our lips broke to breathe, she nibbled my bottom lip and playfully disallowed my break apart from her. Our heads slowly bobbing back and forth as we resumed our passion with wide, very wide (cavernous) open mouthed hungry devouring kisses we knew and had talked about how much we both enjoyed ... She worked her head downward to always remain underneath me ...however our heads tilted and turned. she went to whatever length to submit underneath me ...and as we broke apart once again, she craned to offer her neck to my lips to invite me to suck her gently there ...and as embraced her I felt her melt and fall backwards as we tumbled upon the bed with my mouth still affixed to her soft nape and delicious shoulder.

Upward I traveled to kiss her full on the lips again as she undulated underneath, again she bites my lower lip with a bit more desperation and indeed an elevation in the level or her desire, and this time the jabbing and deep penetration of her tongue inside me has become rapid ...she flicks and tickles my tongue in mimicry of the way she rapidly licks my clit before I come and my body responds with a combination of head to toe numbness , frozen, like the only way to describe it is like my whole entire body is coming from nothing more than what her tongue and lips are doing to my mouth.

And in this I am trying to kiss her in some similar ways to inspire in her what she is inspired in me ...but she is so inspired ...and its not a fight ..but it is and ..its not a competition ..but still, she is winning ...and I am overwhelmed and I like it ...and she likes overwhelming me this way ...again I am not surprised that she has found a way to surprise me so again. I mean, on a day to day, hour by hour basis, I can feel myself getting a bit older and more wrinkled and more jaded all the time ...and then, upon our meetings and throughout them and , indeed, for a plentiful portion of afterglow, she makes me feel as though I am truly doing what all we do, and feeling what all we feel together, as if these feelings were brand new and never felt before. Its like she takes me from hum drum boring under achieving and overworked wannabe supermom, to the feeling of a totally fresh teen in lesbian bliss as we discover it alllllll together.
The borderline worship of my breasts, and eventually, each others breasts, begins with her lifting my shirt and fumbling upon the front clasp before the new ritualistic plopping --she catches my heavy tits as the fabric of my blue satin bra falls away from my skin ..she pushed them warmly and wonderfully , tightly together, and lifts them up while once again offering her neck to me to dine upon. I have come to love the feeling of my boobs hanging and gently touching her, or smooshing against her, ...she touches them, fondles them, pleasures them with her hands in a way that is sooooo different and more wonderful than all the wonderful ways they were always handled by all those who did. She has a way of clutching that involves her fingertips and nails, her palms and a a gentle stroke combination with her wrists or the softness of her forearm upon my nipples amazingly adept at knowing the seemingly exact moment to release them to surrender my fleshy orbs to fall against her skin, or in ultimate delight, against her less vast, but still full and round c cup orbs with their brick hard tiny persuasive points to relish when I suck and nibble them.

She slid down in the bed and swallowed my right nipple, with her hand she urged me in such a way that I don't quite know how exactly it happened, but I began to turn, with my eventual inclination to approach her pussy from above, but delightfully we found ourselves in position with me at the top of the bed and her in the middle and sucking upon one anothers nipples. This felt too good to let go of, and we luxuriated in this bliss for a lengthy number of minutes amidst the cooing and soft moans our mutual massaging, licking and sucking of one anothers womanly orbs. Somehow in our freedom to experiment and just go along the flow, we had revealed an unexpected delight we would certainly return to another time.

But as my hand changed from manipulating her boobs while I was sucking her nipple, down her belly and finding her swollen lips and wetness as she lunged her mound against my palm, my hunger to go down on her quickly replaced my previous need , or so I thought, to spend allllll of an entire day suckling her boob.

My mouth landed upon her there as her finger entered me as I came at her from above. My slow licks and tender first touches while I spread her lips and exposed her stiffened knob, gave way to remembrance of what her flicking tongue had done inside my mouth when we first began to kiss. t was time for me to return the favor, and I went into rapid licking mode very quickly.

I have always loved this position best. Turned upside down to each other, but not an oral 69, with her on her back and her legs spread widely, me on my knees, my mouth upon her licking and my fingers entering or spreading her lips or just dancing in the wetness while she fingers me from underneath. She says she loves how my muscles clamp down on her as my excitement builds...and we have had a couple of simultaneous orgasms this way...the ultimate ! I absolutely love the times when the pleasure I am giving her down there with my mouth is soooo exquisite to the both of us, (for how I sooo love to feel her react) that she loses control of her fingers, and loses the momentum gained towards my relief. You might think that this is frustrating to me, but in the moment it occurs, it is the opposite. I am so turned on by the fact that I have her in this state, that I feel the flush of fulfillment in my soul is so much a mind game, and my mind takes all that satisfaction of replenishing her desire with each lap of my tongue or stroke of my finger, and gives it directly to the sensations of her touch against me....It's like, when she begins to gush and undulate and lose control, he fingers fumble upon my pussy, and it almost feels better because of all that's happening between us ...truly a "two become one" moment that we repeat again and again in this position.

I get there convulsing and moaning into her muff, she comes and quakes against my mouth ...I cant get enough and lick her to a successive orgasm and the whole bed, if not the walls themselves, shake with all are creating for each other in our complete passionate abandonment. The noises, smells, tastes, the slippery wetness of her against my tongue and hands, the trickle of mine own down my thigh ....she pulls me on top of her mouth and I lower myself to feel her tongue for the first time of the night down there...Ive come twice but feel a huge one growing eminent. She is still breathing hard, out of breath from her orgasms, and I like the way she licks and sucks and breaths hard against my pussy while her hands grab my hips as she pulls me down into her. My excitement causes me to push a little too hard into her I think, but that notion is dispelled when she grunts a distinguishing grunt of approval muffled under me. She moans as much as I do when my trembles roll into release and I feel my gush against her cheeks.

We still have time together ...but we are done with our sex ...we lay against each other still except for her fingers combing through my hair and her tender touch on my shoulders underneath my top. I make note to relish every moment with her, wondering how long this dream come true can last.

I felt her tongue and ...

First Lesbian Kiss

I felt her tongue and felt the warm rain flooding me in an instant. Her nipples stiffened against my skin and her fingers danced in the tangles of my hair.

Tingles shuddered through me and my soul wanted to merge with hers.

Oh to know these feelings she flourishes

Soccer Moms Need Lesbian Love Too

To the readers of AKD: I have been working on this latest short story for quite awhile ...working on my craft and honestly trying to become a better writer on all fronts, not just the good parts. (you DO know what the good parts are right ?) It's a bit lengthy ...I am ALWAYS hoping for your feedback at

Soccer Moms Need Lesbian Love Too
Fiction by Brenda 2008
All rights reserved

I was gobsmacked at the notion that after such a long time of yearning for the touch of another woman that lightning could strike twice in such a short period of time. After going through, dare I say, a dry spell of so long...although the yearning ..constant yearning in the search was anything but dry. My everyday was playing out against the backdrop of the constant, and I do mean constant thought of the new relationship with the young beauty who surprised me by ravishing me after I seduced her (or she allowed herself to be seduced perhaps). I have no idea why human nature acts this way, but as the young one and I had texted and emailed and phoned in exemplifying more of a relationship than just a tryst and the ravishing of each other in those stolen moments in bed together, I was longing for, craving for even more lesbian variety. Not that the young one who adores me and fills me in the moments we are together wasn't enough, but it happened that in this constant state of arousal in thinking so much about her and when we would touch our tinglies again, I ran into an old acquaintance at a soccer game where her son and mine were playing each other...and the attraction between us was instantaneous.

Faye, I have to describe, is "beautiful to me." Her looks aren't of the type that will be glorified by Hollywood or People magazine ...Plain Jane shoulder length stringy hair with a hint of red and a few redhead trademark freckles to go with her fairly athletic broad shoulders and strong (not fat) thighs. It is her striking green, expressive eyes and consistently perky, bubbly attitude (the one who draws all eyes when she's on the dance floor) that always made me like her when our paths crossed more regularly about five years ago when our sons were newborns. I confess A HINT of attraction back then, and as we met again that Saturday, it seemed that even though we had not really spoken in years, our gift of gabbing with one another and finishing each others sentences remained intact. We were expressing common interests. We talked for 1/2 an hour about TV shows like Big Brother and Desperate Housewives ...and the catching up on her life story included a fairly messy divorce from a husband that cheated on her ...not surprising because he had made refused flirtations towards even me, a fact I didn't divulge to her. She emotionally talked alot about what happened, what was going on with her and her son, her "not enough time for that" excuse for not dating...and ..well ..I was realizing that as we talked...something in me had changed quite a bit since we last talked. I was feeling a new found sexual, (lesbian sexual) confidence. I almost blushed in the self realization that after I had recently painstakingly seduced the young one who had become my obsession, I was definitely sizing up Faye as we talked that morning for yet another sexual conquest mind calculating the odds and the risks and the "what if she's interested."

Which is why I started hinting when she pressed me on the "what's new with you?" front. " Of course I'm not going to just blurt out how my bi-curious with a few experiences side has become almost bona-fide lesbian in the last few years. But, as fast as my mind was thinking, I knew I'd get around to finding a way to find out if a romp with me might be something she'd be interested in.

"Know any good divorce lawyers ?" I said, and surprised myself a bit when I said off the cuff, "I am just staying busy and I'm not sure I can really talk about what's going on in my life ...but it would probably make for good gossip or maybe even I should lay out the juicy details on a I could feel like I had someone to talk to about all soap opera aspects of my life." THAT was awfully close to the truth.

Predictably, she said "well you know you can talk to me." And, I WANT to ...and my blood is racing because I am not only enjoying the attention of a renewed friendship, but also scanning her for any body language that indicates attraction to me, or anything that she might say that would open up any more hints about what I am really thinking, which was mostly along the lines of "gawd I wonder what those gorgeous eyes of hers look like when she's coming."

We had always had an easy repoire with sexual subjects when we talked, and away from the other moms, down the sideline and with my world of thoughts so far away from anything happening on the field, she began the guessing game of what secrets I wasn't sharing.
"Is he cheating on you...are you cheating on him...are you having an affair?..and (she paused) if you are, does he have any friends ?" we laughed.
"It's pretty complicated ..I told you...I 'm not ready to talk about it well...not here anyway ...maybe we might find time for a juicy phone call or a trip to Starbucks or something."

"But ...the IS somebody, right ?" she quizzed.

"You could always read me like a book."

"I think the book on your life would be a bestseller for sure," she said through a wry, knowing grin. That kinda zinged me. I felt beckoned to continue my attraction ...this crush on her was growing by the minutes.

Before our morning was over, I assured her not to worry about me..I was ok. And, I was ready to keep talking with her, she gave me that ease and comfort, but events didn't allow that as we lost our semi-privacy and the game wrapped up with her. She invited me to go to a crafts fair, and I really wanted to ditch all responsibilities and just do ANYTHING she wanted, but the lengthy reacquainting wrapped up with her and I both adding each others phone numbers into cells. I relished the TYPE of conversation we had ...the deeper, more mature, woman's give and take that was missing from exchanges I was having with my co-workers, neighbors, and most especially from the talks I was having with the beautiful, but ten years younger lesbian lover I was giving my lips I drove away feeling vibrant, attracted, and ...wanting to play out what was going to happen...and most of all, less fearful of lesbian rejection than I had ever felt.

In that short meeting I had pretty much made up my mind that I was at least going to tell her of my lesbian leanings. It was like I could feel my sexual fixation slowly shifting from the one that I'd been rolling around with, to the one I WANTED to roll around with as soon as possible. If it felt a little disloyal to the girl I had begun to have strong ..dare I say love feelings for lately, it also seemed inescapable. If it wouldn't be Faye to open that door, I was determined to. If I had to, I was prepared to trick my mind into believing that making a pass at Faye was safe from the the hurt if my advances should be rebuffed. For, long ago, in my late teens, I lost my best friend telling her about my sexuality. This was more an acquaintance, an acquaintance I reaaaally liked of course, and felt attracted to for sure, but clearly I had less to lose and believed that PROBABLY I could trust her not to gossip my secrets to everyone within the possible circle of common relationships we had in this small town environment. And ...because things are going so well with my young girlfriend, whom I love for everything that is happening between us but don't feel so much the need to be necessarily faithful to her, the pressure of the desperation of my years of "doing without" was off the table.
Thus, the rest of the weekends idol thoughts were spent daydreaming of both the possibilities and "what if's" of pressing for something with Faye, and the "how to's" swirling in my mind about making the soccer mom fantasy a reality, and the current sexual reality of planning the next hotel or backseat rendezvous with my young and dedicated babe. Truly, my lesbian cup runneth over.

The next Tuesday afternoon on my day off, the young one and I enjoyed the brief time we had carved out for each other. We didn't have much time together ...but made love as passionately as any of our stolen moments. We knew we would just have to hurry things along...which I knew would be easy given the passions in the stolen away textings and emails to one another. She continued to amaze me with her instinct of my body with the pleasure of her even better tongue, and the affection she showers me with so much. So good good...A THOUSAND TIMES SO GOOD. She wows me totally....yet, amidst all the sexual satisfaction that continued with her, my mind never allowed me to be so immersed in the delights of the young one to ever dismiss the possibilities of the itch I had to explore my more seasoned, new found object of affection. Oh, fantasizing about one lover, or potential lover, while pleasuring another, I realized, was almost a lifetime pastime of mine. I laughed and accepted that as good as the sex was that Tuesday afternoon, it just was not enough ..not nearly enough ...and that had nothing to do with the efforts or passion or orgasmic sensuality of the afternoon with the youthful one. It had everything to do with how the Saturday meeting with Faye and the fantasy visions of the two of us making a different kind of love made me either need to know the pleasure of her skin, her body, her touch and her wet desire, or if not a need, than most certainly, one of the strongest appetites I had ever felt to quench my thirst for woman to woman intimacy.

Wednesday morning, the next day after after getting my son off to school, I decided to give her THE CALL ...just to see what could be in the cards. The call ended up giving me all I needed to know about her ..and the knowing that we'd soon be sharing a bed. She answered, was home, was alone, and we could TALK. My plan ...yes it was a bonafide and well thought out plan, was to ambush her with some lighthearted sexual innuendo ...see how that went...drop in some mention of lesbian culture ...and eventually, confess to her with honesty...but not forsaking some hint of erotica. There was something sooooo "high school boyfriend" about this ...but it felt like that. Like I was prepping for a contest, my mind encouraged me with "you can do this." I was just going to go up the ramp, leaving enough room to back down the ramp and save face if I got the wrong vibe....but I also knew, eventually, there would be a place where I would likely cross the line of NOT being able to back away..and I was determined to follow through with that. I was nervous ..but this was my baby, my pet project now ..a challenge I was especially up for ..and I reasoned with myself that if the worst happened, that if I crossed the boundary of not being able to back away and she roundly rejected my advance, I'd still have my young lesbian lover as fall back, and therefore have no sorrows to drown.

"hey are you busy? ...watcha doin ? are you by yourself or have company ? Well, put the vibrator down lets talk!" My opening salvo. Sexual innuendo--CHECK. She wasnt offended and laughed . . . was a good sign
When she asked me what I was doing, I white lied that I was watching "Loving Annabelle," on my computer...she hadn't seen it ..we got sidetracked about watching tv on computer of course, and I almost had to force in the reason why I mentioned the movie..."just a really well done story...teacher student affair...except the teacher and the student are both know>? " Lesbian inference Check! "ahhh I see" was the only reaction I could coax from that semi-bombshell. I couldn't have been more transparent in an attempt to bring up the subject of lesbianism . Up the ramp, but still can back down, because watching a lesbian movie still doesn't make me a lesbian right?

Our conversation weaved between the continued catching up and I extracted some more details of her marriage break up, sympathized with her, told her I was "not going to be married forever myself," and explained that when it was time I would be on my own ..but not yet...and so we encouraged each other in some man-hating. She told me about hooking up with a younger guy and extolled the virtues of her stamina, worship of her and his "perfectly shaped cock." I told her I could relate to some of that, and so she once again began to press me on my story. "You're keeping a secret and I'm GONNA find out what it is ." "Hold on," I said and walked away to gather myself and give a pep talk to myself, leaving Faye on hold for at least a minute to ponder.
"I'm sorry if it's nosy but I'm dying to know what's goin on...and you always used to tell me everything !"

"Faye...I didn't tell you everything ...see ..nobody understand me...ok? I mean, yes I have secrets, but everyone does...I don't give a damn...I'll tell you anything you want to know about me...and I just hope I can trust you...cause you know ..nobody knows me...I just..(sigh) its complicated..I told you."

"And you can trust me"

"so if I'm doing dick in the ass Internet porn, I can just tell you anything?"

"so you're doing porn???(laugh)"

"and if I was?"

" would be ok...but I know you better than that..its no're having an affair aren't you....(pause) aren't you?" (silence from me..gaining confessional strength) "a sex thing...are you involved.... the important thing is you're happy," she supported me.

"I'm very fact very sexually happy so far..." And I knew there would be no turning back from the next line,
"SHE is amazing in bed!" I was looking down like I was acting ashamed with the receiver in my hand. "I never dreamed sex could be this good."

"So it ISSSSSS a woman !" she exclaimed, confirming her suspicion.

"It's a she."

"Well I was just about to say that," she said, but her speech had increased in pace and her surprise was still evident despite words, "....I was thinking why on earth were you not telling me, then it dawned on me ITS A WOMAN? me everything...I wanna know everything...I mean...are you gay, or is this, an experiment."

"You never did it?" I asked.

"Never had the chance to." .Now that intrigued me ...never had the chance to is alot different than "hell would freeze over before I'd kiss a girl." was almost an invitation.

"Well ..Ummm...I've been bisexual my whole life."

"Yeah...alot of women are," she said through a combination of surprise and nervous curiosity I sensed in her voice. She was clearly telling me it was ok to confess judgement. "So ..she isn't your first ?"

"umm...she isn't the first...nor the second...nor even the third."

"I never did have any idea Brenda..none whatsoever."

"Yeah, but you know what ? " I said, and conjured up some as much sensuality in my voice as I call upon, "I kinda wish you did....I kinda wish alot of things about you," I flirted.

Her usual playful, light spirited manner of conversation changed to a much more serious tone...and her nervousness was ever more noticeable. "are you trying to tell me something ?"

"Ohhhh Kay....why don't you, " she paused while I held my breath to hear what she would say next, "why don't I get comfortable here and tell me about this...since you kept this secret from me owe me...tell me everything."


"Yes...tell me about ...the affair your having...tell me if she's making you happy...tell me about the SEX girl ...whats THAT like."

"Well ..she is ...10 years younger, beautiful, adores me, thinks she loves me, and the sex is the best I ever had period. BUT ...ummm...its hard to describe know...she's ten years younger. WE communicate..but..we don't have that much in common."

"Except the sex?"

"Pretty much."
"How did you hook up ? WHERE are you hooking up ?"

So I told her about the way I had met her in the discount store, been attracted to her almost instantly, "and her eyes just kept telling me..every time I saw her, to cmon and make a I did...and we did...we do." I told her about our motel trysts and lakeside parking and hopping in the backseat. "you can't believe how twisted you can get and what positions you sacrifice your body for when there's your that hot for each other and the only place to go is the car." I told her my car stayed sweetly scented of our sex for a couple of days after we made love there.
"Well ..give me the details ...they say nobody knows how to make love to a woman like another woman obviously true?" I was pleased...she wanted me to tell her ...even titillate her ..which I fully intended to follow through on. I could tell the ball was rolling downhill and I didn't care to stop it. Signs were that she was open to what may become of us...I was warmed...and anxious to get the answer I needed."

"Faye, it's not just about the sex...techniques and sure, knowing a woman's body of course...but I don't think that's as important as just the sensual connection ...I mean it's just easier to get there ...the trust ...and so the more we spend time together, at least sexually, the more comfortable we are ...better the kisses are, the more she makes me wet, the more soaked the sheets get when we do it ...or wherever we are, ..and Faye, I know we used to talk about how much I love to give head ....and that was true...I love the feel of a thick, throbbing, pulsing dick filling my mouth with come...but dear, you can never believe how good it feels to feel a woman respond to my mouth, lips, and tongue powerful it feels inside to cause a woman to lose control during oral when I'm devouring her like I haven't been fed in a week ...that response ...oh gawd Faye (I was laying it on thick and I KNEW it would provoke something in her mind, and elicit a moisture between her legs) Faye...there is not one thing better sexually ..for me anyway...nothing that makes me feel better than to know I'm giving such ultimate pleasure to a woman with my mouth and know..all the other things that feel so good. I used to tell you I'm a giver ...I need to give pleasure, that's just the way I am wired ya know, but is sooo good to feel appreciation when a woman starts to feel it, get into it, push against me, when she needs me and that orgasm...or I should say THOSE orgasms...start to build and get closer and let go ...the shaking...the holding on ...its total bliss...oh my gawd girl I can't even tell you...." Then I laughed ...>"Ohhhh I am sure that is just wayyyyy too much information."
"no ..." her breathing was evident..."no its ok."
"should I go on ?"

She took a deep, noticeably horny breath," yeah...go on...keep going...I mean..she does it to you too of course?"

"ummm hmmm...yes," I began,"but that's never been the main thing with me before, but I found someone who is ...oh you'll laugh....I mean...remember how eager to please young guys are ...but they don't have know..the skills ...well..she is VERY eager to please she's very good with her mouth ...but...I kinda get off alot more when I'm doing her than when she's doing fact...the best part of her doing me is knowing how much she likes to please me...and that's cool.

"Yeah that part I can relate to's like that with men."

"You know what I'm going to say?"

"It's nothing like sex with men?"

"Completely different...almost two totally different worlds...I mean ..both have orgasms and feel good but ...there is a sixth sense with women ...." The intensity was getting to me and I was bursting forth with information, eroticism, and curiosity to how exactly she was taking this in, and where it was going to lead ...which I believed based on her breathing, might be going towards the consummation I desired more sooner than later.

"Gawd have a way with words."

INTENSITY between us...I was going for it, she knew it, and it was happening. I was wet, I knew damn good and well she was, and we were together in this. My ying to her describing these things to her in the way that I usually write, how well aware I was that a figment of my writing was making its way into this conversation, and her allowing it and fostering it as it continued. It wasn't phone sex per se, but it was an erotic and intimate phone conversation ...and my anxiousness to know, not just suspect, but really KNOW if she knew how much I wanted her sweet lips upon mine and the bliss that would follow, and if she was considering our lesbian possibilities (now could she not?)

She sounded a fake perturbed," how come you never told me any of this before ?"

" I don't were married I guess...I didn't think I could...I'm not open about this to anyone at all..."

"Gawd girl...I used to get wet when you'd talk about giving blowjobs don't want to know where my fingers are going when we're done talking ."

Feelings came rushing forth was mine for the taking. I felt like I was getting good at this lesbian seduction thing. Always so afraid of this since my high school friend rejected me, and here I was on the verge of a winning streak. I contemplated saying that her fingers didn't have to wait , or that mine were doing the same thing, but things just flow sometimes, and the perfect thing to say came right out of my mouth. "Well, if I might wanna come over there this afternoon, I wouldn't want you to start without me."

She drew her words out slowly ..."ohhhhhh myyyyy gawd."

"Im sorry," I retreated.

"I ...just...never....thought I'd be mean...I told you...that's just....nobody ever're just ..shit..I can't even talk."

I went from confidence to experiencing some doubt, and my fight or flight instinct called upon me to spew forth a monologue that was built upon the sexual frustation of the previous few days of fantasizing of her and preying upon her in the phone call, as well as the frustration of my lifetime of hushing my true lesbian voice.
"Faye, I mean...What the fuck what ...I am far from the sweet little church lady you or anyone else may think I am sometimes, but I really ....girl, I really don't want to talk about the girl I'm screwing, don't necessarily want to talk about women I slept with before her cause damnit ..I wanted to tell you for the longest time about me and today...after Saturday...after the last few years...alot has changed about me Ok, ..I'm trusting you ...and I wouldn't even tell you ..." ( started to get even more emotional the point of tears) ...wouldn't even tell you about THAT aspect of my sex life if I didn't trust you ...and I wouldn't even tell you if ...IF..." and I just stopped. I waited for her to fill in the line ..add some perspective ...silence between us ...she knew and we all knew. And ...this is the NEW me ...I do this now ...I now actually make passes at women...what a mountain THAT was to climb, and how far I have come...and so I did it ..what felt right ...what i wanted to do and what I needed to do ...I''d come this far on instinct ...and my instinct guided me further. "Faye .... " I said getting ready to let her know that she was my latest object of affection.

"Faye....I ummm...I just think when I see your eyes, and when I saw you Saturday..I just realized ...I mean are about the most beautiful woman I can ever imagine...the way you talk to me, the way you treat me when it's just us and when we are around everyone ...I just could sit her all day and fill you up with compliments and nice things....and a little bullshit too (we laughed) but mostly ....Faye, if you want me to tell you about lesbian sex, I think we are both big girls and there probably isn't much i could tell you that you haven't imagined or seen or read that women do in bed ...and I'm not kidding about how incredible the girl I am with now is ...but ...she doesn't fill my soul LESBIAN soul...she doesn't fill it up the way I need it filled ...and so ...ummm..when it comes to telling you about what is done with our lips, tongues, fingers, bodies and desire....that's a conversation I don't MIND having on the phone ...I want to tell you though that ...If you were here I'd be telling you with a wet, warm ....passionate kiss....I've wanted to kiss you almost since I knew you...and that's the most truthful thing I have ever told you." I breathed in a no audible reaction from her so I continued, "having said that ..I know you are at least mostly straight ...but I wouldn't be telling you all this if I didn't think there just a morsel of a chance that you and I might be able to really connect ...really have a different kind of friendship...cause I feel like I just have got to know what it is like when you are coming all over my tongue....I have wanted to kiss you since Saturday morning...maybe I've wanted to kiss you for years."

"maybe I'm gonna let you."


"do you want to today?"

"I want to see what happens if you'll let me."
So ...that's how it began...and before the call was over, she told me she was going to take a shower and unlock the door, and for me to just come straight up to her bedroom when I got there.

I wore my red bra and red silk panties, and she met me at he bedroom door in a light blue nightgown ..her nipples already poking through the thin sheer fabric. No makeup, her reddish hair brushed out and fluffy ...her only scent from the body wash ...just clean and warm. We talked the smallest of small talk before we began to kiss and consummate what had started on the phone. Her "I'm so wet for you," comment came as we broke our very first, tender, soft tongued kiss...and so I touched her there within minutes of making my way into her house and slowly up the stairs in such delicious anticipation. And she was right ...the things we had discussed had her soaked and ready for my fingers to slip within her while she spilled warmly into my massaging palm. It was difficult not to go fast ....her pleasure was at my mercy as she submitted control to me, her deep passionate kisses getting deeper and deeper with each stroke of her button or lift of her ample breast. Her nipples, already stiff with excitement when my head lowered sucked them through the fabric of her gown ...the first of many times that afternoon a gasp was accompanied by her nails gently digging into my back, or my shoulders, or my breast as I turned myself around to invite her hands to touch my body as I tongued and fingered her pussy to wave after convulsing orgasmic wave of pleasure.

All afternoon we traded fingers and mouths, and shrieked and moaned and enjoyed our new found closeness until the last possible minutes before mom duty called.

We have agreed to keep some distance ...separate the sex from the friendship ..a.nd while I understand that and her desire to stay in her "normal" life and me in mine, with each time we've been together since (two times since then as I write this) her affections for me and mine for her become more evident, and her jealousies of the young one when I meet her are showing me her feelings for me are deeper than she admits.

And what to the fantasy of the three of us altogether ? Well....sometimes fantasies DO become realities.

One of the most erotic lesbian orgasms ever put on film

A postscript to the previous post --RE: Lesbian Crush -Jane Krakowski
Lesbian Love Scene Pretty Pursuasion

The Lesbian Orgasm she has in this scene with Evan Rachel Wood going down on her is one of the best, if not the best orgasms (OK OK FAKE orgasms) ever put on film. I dare you to watch it and not feel the tingle all over.

Jane Krakowski is Tina Fey's sidekick, my lesbian crush of the week and

My Lesbian Celebrity Crush Of The Week


Ya gotta love her in 30 Rock on NBC with Tina Fey (who could be another crush for another time) ...but before her time Thursday's on NBC with the Sara Palin lookalike star, Jane was doin it up with women on Ally McBeal, where she had a non-passionate kiss with Calista Flockhart, and in the little known movie Pretty Pursuasion where she lip locks and rolls in bed with another future crush for this site to acknowledge, Evan Rachel Wood (who has done her share of L scenes)

Here are five more tender lesbian moments from Jane, Calista, and Evan Rachel

Best Of AKD - A day of teenage lesbian masturbation

I'm doing some "best of's" because there are so many new visitors hitting this blog. I am just excerpting some of the better parts. This is my second, and f0r this one I chose to revisit a day before I had to have my lesbian first time.
This one isn't one of the juiciest ..but it is one of the most honest.

...this post from July 2007 entitled The Multiple Orgasms of My First Lesbian Video Experience

this is a real story....I DO sometimes I admit fantasize, fictionalize and stretch some truths on this blog ...but this story is one of my favorite sexual memories

I got the video from Billy on a Friday and it was called Where the Boys Arent....but I forget which volume as I know there are several. I skipped school that day and as soon as my mom was out the door and I wa alone, I was putting the tape in, getting my vib out of the special hiding place at the top of my closet in a monopoly game box, a game I knew would never be played again so it was the perfect hiding place LOL ...and in my nightgown I sat in the living room recliner and watched patiently the previews and warnings before the movie started. I certainly had scene lesbian scenes and threesomes in the porn movies I had seen before...and they excited me ..but today I knew was going to be different I had hardly slept the night before knowing that I was going to spend the day with the tape, my vib, and on a quest I felt to set some kind of continuous climax record.

Now, with my vib, event hough I hadnt had it long, I had already overused it to the point to where my labia tingled with a numbness sometimes upon first touch and after a 2nd or 3rd orgasm would convince me that I had had enough, the tingle was still there for minutes ..sometimes half an hour after the event. But for this day, I had not come in about a week ...and I was convinced that my personal record of making myself come 6 times in a night was only the celing because I had fear of getting heard and therefor caught ...on this day I knew that I could moan if I wanted ...and I wanted...and that there would be a seventh time..and and eigth ..and gawd only knew how many times it would happen...but then, unlike now, I would count them ...catagorize them ..and know them intimately ..each orgasm. today was the day that I was going to get screwed like I had never before been screwed ..and it was me who would do the screwing with the help of where the boys arent.

The first orgasm belongs to the fingers. sitting on the recliner stretched out with a town down to catch the overflow, the women were at each other quickly and I was at myself as quickly ....i was so ready but didnt realize how ready I was as I climaxed when the first woman, the natural breasted brunette, was doing to the silicone blonde. They had kissed and stroked and grinded...and when the brunette began to suck the blondes left breast, I was right on my way to what became the ultimate day of self pleasure I always look back on with such fondness.

By days end I had watched the complete video three times over ...took a break to eat a hearty lunch and take a bath before diving back in. I came on the recliner almost all of the times, but for an hour I laid on the floor and did myself in the laying face downward position I have come to prefer. It seems cliche to write this because of how obvious it sounds...but that day I just came over and over and over ...and over and over ...21 total times. Each time I rested I remember considering if I was stopping or not...the sight and repeated sight of the first lesbian porn video I would see ( certainly not the last) kept me interested and every time I considered giving it up and then going on and doing it again, I was glad that I did when I reached the pinnacle. You know I was mostly numb in the afternoon...but never really sore sore ..a little sore but pleasure overcame that ...and I can relate to how a marathon runner must feel when on that day I just kept going and going with determination to the end of the day.

The images were soooooooooooo vivid. Sounds and sights of coming, sucking, ..making out and making love. wetness ..licking ... beautiful breasts of all sizes ...adorable eyes and fantastic beautiful hair. and the first time I ever saw..and saw many times in that video ..CLOSE UPS OF GIVING HEAD where I could put myself right there between the actress's legs :) I could almost feel it.

New Lesbian Sensations of my Symbiotic Soulmate

New Lesbian Sensations of my Symbiotic Soulmate

We are in an awkward position on the bed ...facing each other..she wants in on my boobs and because she is so tall, she has to twist her body downward to get her full mouthful. I am loving the sensation ..but of course I want her to be more comfortable we lay down together her mouth never leaves my right boob...dont know how we managed that ..but it was an oh wow moment.

and she straddles my leg...but arched up we aren't making contact..and that won't do ..simply won't do so I pull her by her cheeks down into me so I can feel her wetness upon her thigh.

im feeling more vulnerable with her than with any other woman ...when her two fingers turns to three...shes getting deeper and its feeling very good ..she is working me with two hands...the non penetrating hand massaging my button expertly.

I shriek in such a way that she freezes...not sure if she's hurt me....after I can catch my breath I add my hand to her in the slippery wetness and pull her deeper...its ok...i want more ...maybe not cause it feels better but because it draws us closer this way. more intimacy. I am figuring out that she is testing my depth and I begin to wonder if she wants to fully fist me. That is not only soooo much farther than I have gone...but I am sure I'd never go this moment I am deciding I am willing to go there with her if she wants. How did she get me this way?

I turn around so her hand and fingers can get me in from behind and I can better finger her....she is quickly back to the three fingers and then ..i am soooo wet ...fourth enters me and i am sooooo feeling her knuckles and feeling full ...tiny bit of pain but LOTS of pleasure ....i finger her and push back against her hand and we rock together....four fingers is enough...I am sure she is stopping there and its tremendous...about the time I quit thinking about the full fist thing...she pushes deeeeep into me...i can feel her knuckle at a threshold...i keep thinking ...shes not going to ..shes' not going to...let her in ...let her in...go ahead and do ready ...and like a pop..she is stretching me to no end and while it is not the best purely sexual sensation for certain, it feel sooo good cause we could not be closer in soul at this moment.

even though i dont come ...when she releases me and im empty as exhausted as anything from all the tension and desire...and the release is comparable to an orgasm. its over and i have never wanted to make complete love to a pussy with my lips, fingers, mouth and tongue as i think I am about to. But she is not done running the show so to speak ..and I am in such a transe and mesmerized by her adoration of me, her beautiful eyes which so compel me to feel love and loved when she is so turned on and they have that half closed, totally into this appeal. She loves to make love to me ...the giver in me has found a kindred giving spirit and so we share all this. I am so lucky ..and even if I wanted to stop her to proceed with my plan of an hour or so of me giving her oral gratification ....she is on another path and I feel kind of helpless to slow her momentum.

She knows I like the scissors tribbing was good the first time we did it and it gets better every time. She positions herself against my thigh and our eyes meet as she writhes ...i jiggle my leg to add to her pleasure and I can tell when I look in here eyes that she appreciates it. Her hands upon my breasts, then my chin, and yes, I begin sucking her fingers and tasting myself and thinking about how deep she has been. But then she slides up my thigh until our pubes meet ...every moment of it feels wonderful but we squirm a little to keep finding just the right spot for both of us. It's a bit like a friendly competition pitting us against each other ..and it's simulataneously a competition where we are a team trying to achieve the goal together. I feel her wet like never before and a contrast of the soft juiciness of her lips ...and I can kinda feel her bone when she grinds against me hard. It feels so outrageously good to me and I can tell to her too ...mind blowing lose control good. Each time we do this we find new, never before felt sensations ....I dont think i could ever get tired of the ways we explore ourselves ...I mean feels obscene and dirty ...its the thing we do that is a little less about passion and affection and more about just giving each other the ride. When our lips are wetly meshed together and then pull apart slowly, the sensation causes my eyes to roll back into my head and my voice to shriek. Then she comes down harder on me ...picks up speed ...bouncing her soft pussy on mine...even kinda jolting me...but my swelling could not be more intense and slapping and thudding sounds combined with our pleasure cries and incredulous looks into each others eyes continue to drive us to a new height with each impact of our sex.

My legs are half up in the air and she's contorted in an unfamiliar position to make all this happen...feels so surreal ...but we are sooo lost in the moment together. She slows down the banging she initiated at the exact stroke I would have wanted her to and then slowly grinds herself in a rotating fashion hits the spot again and my nails are digging and my toes are pointing and its coming so damn hard I might just pass out. I feel her gush so warm and I reach upn to grasp her breast as I convulse...she does the same with my breast ..and we are tribbing and coming and gasping for each molecule of air as we clutch each others boobs....this frenzy of mutual self indulgence... symbiotic souls locked together.

My Favorite Lesbian Movie Quotes -Part 1

Favorite Quotes from Lesbian Movies I Like

If These Walls Could Talk 2
Amy: I know alot of things about you, for starters I know you're interested.
Linda: Curious.
Amy: Curiosity turns me on.
Amy: Hold on tighter. This isn't about sex, it's about not falling off.

Kissing Jessica Stein
Helen: It's just like kissing a guy.
Joan: No it's not.
Helen: No, it's not.

Corky: What are you doing?
Violet: Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to seduce you.
Corky: Why?
Violet: Because I want... to. I've wanted to ever since I saw you that day in the elevator. I know you don't believe me, but I can prove it to you. You can't believe what you see. But you can believe... what you feel. I've been thinking about you all day.

Chasing Amy
You know, I didn't just heed what I was taught, men and women should be together, it's the natural way, that kind of thing. I'm not with you because of what family, society, life tried to instill in me from day one. The way the world is, how seldom it is that you meet that one person who just *gets* you - it's so rare. My parents didn't really have it. There were no examples set for me in the world of male-female relationships. And to cut oneself off from finding that person, to immediately halve your options by eliminating the possibility of finding that one person within your own gender, that just seemed stupid to me

But I'm A Cheerleader
Megan: [after Graham kisses Megan for the first time] I'm not supposed to like you.
Graham: But?
Megan: I wanna do that again.
[Megan kisses Graham]

Gray Matters
You don't know what it's like. One day you're one thing and the next day you realize you're something else. I feel like I'm Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz" and I'm in this new land and I want to go home but something is telling me maybe this is my home. Maybe I shouldn't click my heels three times; maybe I should just stay here and be nauseas with the Munchkins.

Best Of AKD -First Fantasy's Lesbian Kiss

I will be running a "best of" excerpt ..just a taste of a previously posted writing about once a week.

An excerpt from First Fantasy's Kiss

The car starts and we start to pull away...where are you taking far? how private will it be? As you drive I am so excited and just looking at your face and your curves and beggining to tingle. I check the mirror again...ask myself if I overdid the makeup ..the eyeshadow ...did i make a mistake going with that shade of blue for our "first date." ...wondering if this was a dress to impress date or in this middle of the day setting where unfortunately you have to return to work (but I dont,) if I left you at perceived disadvantage by wanting you to see my dress up side while you were forced to be conservative enough to go back to work. Still small talk til you get where you are going. I sincerely have no idea in reality where you will take us ..dying to know :) but have imagined a very secluded spot where we will nto be discovered. I touch your thigh as you hold my hand ...we continue the sighs, deep breaths of nervousness and say what I'm thinking and i say what you are thinking as we go down the road to the place. The vehicle turns off and we are alone ..very alone..I didn't know this secluded place exhisted...and so...and so....and SO ... this indeed IT. THE MOMENT for us. My seat belt comes unbuckled and I know we are aboytut to kiss ..but how? we both sooooooooo know its coming. and want it. i can feel you want all that this will allow us...It's like I can feel your skin pulsating under my lips, and yet I havent touched you like that yet. and again..with you going back to work cant allow us much....we must restrain some...and i wonder how greedy we will be with our wants. You want to get out or stay in the car ? We decide to stay in (in my fantasy) ..and I come closer to you and lay my head upon your shoulder. My right arm goes around you to your shoulder and then your forearm is against your breast and we are both aware that we have noticed that fact. can i just lay here lke this for a few say its ok and i caress caress me back...tell me its nice..its not rushed. My gawd what a rush it is to look into your beautiful eyes and feel your desire. You tell me we have to leave at a certain time...and we will keep an eye on the clock..but that time girl..that time will go so faster than the beats of my heart at the moment. Things have a certain order it seems...though I know in the future at a moment like this I would be very comfortable caressing your breasts right now...I know our lips must come together. You are so beautiful as I scoot high enough in the seat to get at your level..a bit above it...not yet...i caress your thigh....and come very close to your crotch without going there compliment my touch without a word...just the look in your eyes....ready for this ? spoken or unspoken ..thats where we are...i KNOW you are about to know the softness in a kiss like you have never felt and that fact turns me on even more... lips ............. tongue ............... soft moan ............. melt ............ deeper ..... open your eyes and look into mine ...we have arrived here together in this moment kiss me back and i will kiss you deeper still. and I can wait no longer to feel the weight of your breast in my right hand as it lowers from behind your neck. shifting to be closer and against each other our bodies make the best of what we can in the vehicle. but oh much the desire..we are both flowing into our panties (if you wore any LOL) ...and ...we cant finish what we are we are just making out...but ...we need and want more.....
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