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Rebirth of our Lesbian Passion
send feedback to akiss2desire@gmail.comShe has returned to a bed of lesbian passion with me, after months of longing and hoping she would miss me as much as I have missed her. When she broke it off with me in the winter, I realized that her youth and confusion contributed to the ways she was feeling and ending our relationship. Since then I have hoped beyond hope ...and even, finally, given up hope that she would once again want to be with me when it was clear she was now seeking men again, as well as women her own age, and who she made it plainly clear, were not married to someone else. All that is easy to understand, but when I replayed the amazing sex we had each time we were together, I knew that there was no way possible that it would ever be that good for her with anyone else, and that someday, someway, she would realize that if I were not able to be her roomate/soulmate as she wanted, I felt there could be no denying that I was and would always be her sexual soulmate ...a fact that we proved again and again, with orgasm after orgasm, with ever build up to passion which gave way to the most wonderful lazy, spent times when our bodies lay slack against each other in holding, caressing, whispering, enjoying the quiet and the tingle of a fingernails touch or the stroking of one anothers hair.
She was hostile in the weeks that followed the breakup, and I was tearful and pleading ..I admit, in desperation. Why is it so hard to understand that the only way to have a chance to regain any part of what was once so wonderful, when it's broken off, is to let her fly and hope she fly's back. Now, although it's clear she is in a different place and is not so overwhelmed in love with me, that she comes to me now in sexual desire is enough for me, and enough to give us both the chance to further explore the sexual adventure which was still ascending and new and exciting and different each time.
As I said, I had given up on her, but a chance meeting on a sunny Sunday afternoon in the Walmart parking lot changed us. It was awkward at first, when I was putting my cart up, startled as she came up behind me to say "hey ...hows it going," in a bit of a subdued manner. She knew she had broken my heart and it was probably a big deal for her to decide to come up and speak to me, as opposed to just walking away.
We had a quick conversation where we told each other we looked great, where she actually DID look fantastic, had gotten a new tattoo on her forearm of a dragonfly that was just amazingly done, and I looked about as frumpy and felt about as old as I ever had in my life ...but dammit ...there was just something in her eyes as we spoke those few moments that seemed inviting ..like ...enough time had passed for the woulds to heal, and we could handle this. I asked if she was seeing anyone, and she said it was a long story ...I persisted , "well I meant, any girlfriends...thats what I meant....you knew that," and with her answer came a smile and blush and a bit of a compliment I was soooo willing to drink in. "Well ... there HAS been something but ...but ... ummmm ...it was really not at all like what you and I had ...I mean ... you know that nothing could compare to what we had ...and it was nice .. but ...."
I looked down at the sunshine beating on the parking lot blacktop searching for a response that wouldn't sound so much like gushing, and came up with, " "I'm over the hurt," Well, that wasn't really true, because at that moment, I had a wave of emotion that teared my eyes and needed to be held back.
"I never meant to hurt you ..you know that...I just couldn't go on like that anymore .."
"We don't need to relive ..."
"I know"
Deafening silence ..awkwardness.
"How about you, " she asked me, "did you find anyone ?"
"Maybe a couple of someones but ..it was just sex ....," and I began to laugh, " but ya know, there's alot to be said for casual lesbian sex ...I think its something I could get used to."
"I've been thinking that same exact thing," she giggled and somehow we made it back to a comfort zone before starting to go our separate ways with the it was good to see yas and the obligatory non sexual hug goodbye. As I started back for my care, was starting to thing it had gone ok and that wasn't so bad, and was wondering if we had broke the ice, but I would not have to wonder that for long ...because she called me from about 15 feet away. "HEY .... wait a minute," and she walked back towards me as if there was something important she forgot to tell me ...but when she got up to me, she embraced me in a much warmer, tighter hug than before and I was just numb all over from the shock when she gave me a public quick kiss on the lips and said ," Email me if you'd like to have a drink with a horny blonde," My jaw dropped ...and I knew what it meant.
I sent her one of my patented, over emotional, wayyy too long emails about how good it was to see her and telling her I had a time that weekend where I could get away and wondered if we could get together at our old meeting place ...the crass, cliche, park at the door motel just outside of town where we were so passionate about each other that the obvious cheapness of our numerous afternoon lesbian rendezvous really didn't concern us at all. When we were broken apart, one of the ways I tried to lure her back was by writing her erotica, but in this email I restrained, except for the final line when I told her, "so you asked if I want to have a drink with a horny blonde ...and actually, I've thought about it, and I think you know that I want to have a drink OF a horny blonde. "
When she wrote me back, I could read between the lines that she was trying to accept that we'd be together again, but that it was sexual this time ...see, I know she loves me and once in each others arms, no matter what the "arrangement", our passion would blossom again like riding a bike.
I went and got the room and awaited her call. In that room I was so horny waiting for her to arrive ..I'd been horny for days knowing this day was coming, and now that it was minutes away, I was touching myself and squeezing my legs together waiting for our moments of saphic reunion. And I was playing her game too ..because, if this was so much about sex, I would greet her as such, and determined I would meet her in nothing but a white 4x sleeping shirt that shows my dark nipples through. told her what room and she pulled up to the door, stunning as ever, her georgeous tits spilling out of her hippie sundress. I was seriously ready to come from the moment I saw her.
In the room it took only a matter of minutes for us to melt into a deep wonderful kiss ...just a "lets get to it," moment between us and I had the sundress off of her and without panties, we fell onto the bed with her only in her bra. But oh, that first heavenly kiss from the angel stil enlivened by her youth, but now, no doubt somewhat emboldened by the fact that I am no longer the only lesbian lover she has been with. Her kiss was deep and probing as she knows thats how I love it so much ...I suck her tongue in a familiar way, and there is a different confidence in the way she falls into me and with me.
I just cant believe how much I love it when I am on top of her and kissing her and she wraps her legs around my waist and scrunches under me a bit more to change the angle of how i come up on top of her in these heated and emotional deep kisses we share. My tongue goes a bit deeper and I feel those legs wrapped around me grip a bit tighter, her ankles turning into my skin, her toes stroking my bareness. I am so focused on the intensity of our kiss that in the shift of her coming underneath me, my hair has come between our lips and is mingling in our kiss ...but the kiss is too good to break ...we just let the hair dangle between us for a few moments before the absurdity of this acceptance of something quite unacceptable gets us both smiling and giggling at each other in the moment our lips depart one another.
She reaches underneath to pay attention to my left breast with her right hand ...cupping over my bra and digging her nails in gently, lovingly, but with determination to make my skin feel her consideration of my ever elevating arousal. Her digging into my breast with her nails with her firm, but not too much squeeze and lift causes me first to sigh deeply and then decide that her bra must go, NOW. As I reach around to unclasp her, she leans forward to give me the space to do so, and as I pull the fabric slowly away from her skin, her piked nipples revealed to reward my eyes and my heart in knowing she is just so there in drenched anticipation for the delights we are just embarking upon.
On impulse, my next kiss down on her mouth is as wide open as I can comfortably achieve, but as the surprise elicits a reaction from her that simultaneously includes he lunging of her pussy against me, the tightening of her legs around me and a frozen moment of ecstasy she unveils with her eyes, as if to say I have license to do to her anything that I would desire, for she trusts me to always flavor of our lesbian orgasmic destiny.
She likes her nipples sucked slowly and I usually oblige. She likes to make more eye contact while I do that than anyone else I have made love to. She gazes upon me and I understand the look and that she wants me to look into her eyes as much as possible while I circumnavigate her erect nipple over and over, resisting the urge to bite, but a nibble here and a HARD suck there excites and causes her to squirm, her eyes to roll back, her grip to excite me further.
"I can't wait anymore for your mouth," she pants, and I know she needs my tongue upon her down there, inside her, and that its time we began the long ride of wave after wave of the oral gratification that is wonderful for us both. It took some convincing at first for her to believe just how much I enjoy giving her pleasure completely, but now that she is bought into it, she relaxes and we both go to a place of mutual intensity of warm sexual wonderment where I feel almost weightless and dreamlike using my lips, mouth, tongue and fingers to evoke her soft moans and eruptions of devotion as I hungrily devour her flooding, quivering, delicious pussy.
The words I could not wait to hear, but knew I would at some point, as I pulled her lips apart, fingered her with the two fingers she loved, flicking my tongue again and again over and around , underneath and against her clit, her rumbling building to crescendo, squealing softly, and almost out of control before her orgasm "Baby I love your mouth so much ...nobody better ..nobody better...gawd it so good ..no one but you makes it likes this." I wanted to do a celebration dance, but I continued to drive her into the bust of her obvlivious and dramatic climax.
Nothing new ...no new tricks ...just giving each other oral sex all afternoon. She comes, comes again, regains her strength and when she licks me I go over , like right then and don't stop for a half an hour. Nobody ever knew the gentle pressure and licking and very limited penetration that she so perfectly understood unlike anyone else. The bed is soaked from both of us and I've never moaned louder. We sucked each others pussy and breasts and massaged each others skin and drank each others souls all afternoon without saying a meaningful word ..and without ever saying "I love you," though I knew there was love between us in each kiss, in each minute, hour and second, and with the long long powerful embrace and kiss goodbye at the door when I wondered if this was the first time of our rebirth or the last time we'd ever do this, a "one more time for the old times" fuck from the woman I loved as a lesbian as deeply as anything I will ever know in life.
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Another First Lesbian Kiss Stories
AKD is now compiling first time lesbian kiss stories and the latest to be shared is this one from Ann. Please send the circumstances and especially, the feelings, from your first lesbian kiss to akiss2desire@gmail.com
After meeting her in May, we hit it off great. Neither one of us had ever been with a girl before so we were scared. After our third date, we decided to go out of state to a hotel. I brought some liquor just in case. We both ended up having maybe two drinks, just enough to relax. She was very nervous, but I told her it would come naturally, and it did. I just kissed her, her lips were so soft, I put my hands thru her hair and pulled her near me. I could smell her perfume, and feel the passion that came from her, and I know she could feel my passion for her.. Each kiss now is better than the first, I suppose because my love for her is stronger each time...
Ann
My First Lesbian Kiss
Hey everyone ..awhile back I wrote asking or inspiration and in this post you will see I got exactly what I asked for ...and YOu will be inspired too. She has given me permission to print this ...Liz recounts her first Lesbian Kiss !
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I'm responding to your post on August 14th.
I was so nervous.
I mean really nervous.
Here I was, a small town teacher, about to head off to *the* gay bar in town for the very first time.
Sure, I'd thought about it before. I'd been reexamining my sexuality for about a year now, and there it was, every day as I drove to work... the gay bar.
But you see, part of living in a small town is realizing that your business is everyone's business, and the "Lamar Middle School students are the BEST" sticker on the back of my old Chevy was a sure way of identifying my location to about 500 middle schoolers and their parents in the small Texas town where I lived.
So, how to get to the bar, without driving there.
I'd take a cab, but the owner of the cab company was the parent of one of my students.
I'd walk, but who wants to walk a mile at 1 am?
So I'd waited, and dreamed, and held off, talking to people online with no real determination to meet them anywhere.
Then my friend Sam (Samantha) called me up one day. She was going to be in town for the weekend, and would I like to hang out.
Would I!
Sam was the first person I came out to, who had the annoying reaction of saying "Yeah, I knew that already." She was coming to town from Austin, and not only that, but she'd be in a rental car.
A car with no known ties to a supposedly straight middle school English teacher.
A way at last.
So, Sam and I head out to the bar that fateful night, and I walk into that place that I had so often thought of entering.
Well, first off, it was a lot smaller than I thought it would be, and secondly, the crowd was a bit different than I thought it would be. For one, most people seem to have come there as couples, which was quite annoying when I was gearing up with liquid courage to have a little lesbian make-out, and also there seemed to be at least a large minority of straight people who had apparently come to "see the gays"... which was also annoying. I mean, I know this is a small town, but you think they could go watch football or tip cows or something, instead of coming here to ogle the gays.
I sat at the bar, had a few drinks, talked with Sam. We danced for a while, but as the night wore on there didn't seem to be anyone else looking for action.
It was more than a little disappointing, but as Sam saw my glum expression she leaned close to my ear, so I could hear her above the music.
"I know we're just friends, and we'll be just friends after tonight, but if you want to make out with me I'm game.."
I grinned at her, and at the start of the next song we swung out onto the floor. In just a few moments I'd guided her into a dark corner by the restrooms, and now the time had come for that kiss.
I had one hand on her hip, the other resting on the wall behind her head, and gazed into her hazel eyes. Slowly, so that if she decided otherwise she could move, I bent my head towards hers and brought my lips to hers. It started simply, like that, but soon my curiosity overwhelmed my caution and my tongue slipped between her lips and started caressing hers. I could taste the mint that she'd had after dinner as our tongues swirled around each other, and my fingers started exploring the short spikes of her hair. Her hands were on my shoulders and breasts as I held her close to me. Without me quite being aware of it my hand had crept up her shirt to her bra by the time the song ended. We were coming up for air when suddenly a man bangs out of the bathroom, startling us apart. He grins at us, says "Don't mind me, girls, and slips back to the table where his boyfriend's holding a beer for him, and in a daze the two of us slip back to our table.
The rest of the night the two of us sat and held hands, laughing and drinking. We never did start dating - both of us treasure our friendship too much to risk it.
Last year she married (well not really, but hey) a wonderful woman in Houston, and I've visited them a couple of times since then.
She still says I'm the best kiss she ever had.
My Summer of Lesbian Encounters to Recant - Beatiful Paige
Loving Paige -Its not just about fingering :)
by akiss2desire
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In all of this time of being very busy in the summer, I actually found some time for lesbian love and lust and seduction ...these now getting to be my favorite pastimes (who says summer is for baseball).
I wanted to share with you some thoughts and memories of the special angel whom I will call Paige here. Yeah, so we found each other on the internet ...what to make of it right ? We had that need of things being very discreet in common, as she is just as much in the closet about her sexuality as I am. She is unique and on the socially acceptable side of a gothic look. Her stylish glasses hid the mystery in her gorgeous green eyes that I loved to gaze deeply into right from the start. Her shoulder length dark hair at the top complimented by the black painted toenails she kept hidden from those she worked with and revealed only to me. Her breasts were proportionate to her 5'2" stature ...not really big boobed, but it seems all I had known as lesbian lovers was a certain type of large breasted woman, so going into everything I was excited for something different, and found a mouthful of her soft skin and her protruding nipple stiffening inside against my tongue was perhaps one of the most erotic feelings I will ever know. I was just glad I didn't scare her away when we met. I'm a tall 5'7" with these hefty, guys notice them everywhere all the time boobs and a kind of BBW frame to go along with my few freckles and the dramatic eye makeup (usually mixing pastel aqua and teal) I like to accent with when I want to send the message that we probably aren't going to stop after just a kiss. Oh, and she likes my stockings ...ALOT>! But I am a bigger girl, and thats not for everyone, and I would have presumed, a skinny minnie like Pagie. In fact when we met up in the mall parking lot and I realized how beautiful she was, I began to prepare for letdown if she rejected me ...but that was not to be the case at all. After we had exchanged emails and pictures and chatted it was just a matter of finding the right time to get away, and that one afternoon became our first time, which led to the second time and a third time and as I write this, hope with all my heart that she knows how much I can't wait for another time if not another million times with her.
I am not so much into whatever goes on with the dom / sub lifestyle, but if anything, I am probably sub or dom ...having said that, Paige is much more submissive than even I am and it showed quite a bit in the way we made love. I wasn't her first lesbian lover, but she made me feel like she was being made love to for the very first time each moment we were enjoying each others bodies and pleasure.
I think it goes without saying that every lover is different, and every love making experience with those lovers carries something unique about it. I have wanted to write all summer about Paige and some of her traits and quirks and things that she enjoyed in bed while we were together. There were things about her and the way she made love to me that She is a few years younger and with that submissiveness, along with the fact that I am more experienced as a lesbian lover, and the tone that some of our emails took between us, the powersharing was very much a situation that put me in control where she would wait for me to take the lead and in doing that, I contend that SHE was the leader and I was just along for the game we were both playing in that power struggle, but it worked for us and thats all that matters. Its not to say that she didnt find ways to tell me what she wanted ...lifting my hand to her cheek to enjoy her ultra soft skin and admire her fair complexion ...and looking into her eyes and taking in her wholeness as one of those girls who can realllly make a red lipstick just POP! Gawd makes me wet just thinking about the looks she gives me.
Alone in the afternoon with faint light streaming through the curtains of our room on a rather conveneintly cloudy day, I first found that she really ..I mean really likes when i suck on her tongue. . Paige doesnt offer it if we are standing and kissing but if I am on top of her..in fact, from the very moment I get on top of her, she basically sticks her tongue out and as it was the first time and every time since, we both know what feels right for me and her is that I suck on it and swirl on it like a thick wet clit. I suck on her tongue, enjoy her neck and earlobe, and then return to kiss her deeply, where after accepting my tongue deep into her mouth, she offers me the tongue through her lips to pull on and suck on and tenderly hold with my own hungry mouth.
Oh, and how when I'm on top of her. how I love the way she lifts her legs and wraps them around me ...wrapping them harder if our passioante kisses become even more passionate. And as I write this, It's difficult to relate just how much she loves for me to be on top of her and making out.
except when ...
well ...she also likes to turn on her stomach and have me love the back of her neck and lick and suck her back, reach around to fondle her breasts from behind her. My own breasts tickling her back and my nipples being tickled by the softness of her.
And about her breasts ...whether smallish or not, they seem to be the most sensitive I have encountered ever ...more than I dreamed of ever. Her reactions to everything I would do to give her boobs pleasure enticed me to want to pleasure them ever more. She told me with her reactions, she told me in words, and she has told me in numerous emails, that she is crazy about the ways we incoporate her breasts into as much of our lovemaking as we can. She knows I get off on her reactions and the pleasure she enjoys is the pleasure that is mine. So at the times before I am going down on her, Paige, even as a bit of a submissive, either takes my hands to put them upon her boobs and will find wasy to show me how she loves them touched, pulled, bitten, clamped and slapped. I know I am rambling, but the point is that she loves to have her boobs just gone over alot. :)
When I first touch her pussy. at least right at first, she is more likely to just tighten her lips and clinch them together, and almost grunt as if she is holding something back ...but spreading her lips and entering her as she likes with two fingers for her warm walls to clamp down upon in squishy acceptance of our passion causes her to soon begin to breathe through her mouth, when the moans get deeper at first. Then, if I am taking her with my hand, as her orgasm builds her need to suck in more air and breathe creates a different atmosphere of noises and undulations, and her voice gets higher and higher, while (I know this sounds like a contradiction) getting softer and softer as she approaches. The pitch is a squeal, but she goes within herself and unlike any other lover I have known, her body begins to quiver ..her thighs tighten and shake, and the look upon her face as it happens ...that moment of release, when I feel it in my palm and fingers rubbing her, combined with that look of orgasmic high and pure love for what I am giving her, is the most priceless and satisfying warmth of all.
Sooo in it together... the lesbian experience of a lifetime
by akiss2desire
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How we began to make love in that hotel room is a bit of a blur to me...I was admittidly jumpy, over excited, over dramatic, over nervous in a situation that should have been more comfortable to me. If I could have, that is, if I had believed you wouldn't think I was going a bit too fast, I would have wanted to peel you out of your dress and begin to devour your pussy, which I already knew was soaking wet, from the moment we walked into the room.
I know we started with a wonderful kiss, and tight embrace while standing there. I felt my body blanketing yours and felt your every response to every different flick of my tongue upon your lips, inside your mouth, and with every change in the pressure of our hungry, wide open mouths.
I remember before that first kiss just looking at you from across the table when we had lunch, trying to concentrate on the small talk when that was impossible while I looked at the redness and fullness, the moistness of your lips ...soooooo damn inviting to me, so damn soft...and through your makeup I could see all of your natural beauty.
I was captivated by the way your mouth swallowed my tongue darting in and out and around. I knew that soon, your pussy would swallow my tongue just as hungrily. Those eyes looking back into mine when we would part for a moment. How I knew my patience would be rewarded . The more our making out intensified, the more color in your cheeks ..the harder you began to breathe, the more your hips lunged into me....the more I felt you losing control ..and nothing makes me more excited than to feel that ...its a feeling of power over you and it is conversely your power over me.
Each kiss leads to another and each embrace feels more right ..and each caress or grasp of skin or of one anothers breasts, or the way your nails dug gently into my back the moment my thumb traced over the lips of your wetness down there ...each soft sigh and each trusting look of your eyes into mine just dismantled my defenses, the walls I weakly try to put up to bravely claim I don't have to fall in love with you to have sex with you. But as our bodies comfortably conform to each other and especially each time your tongue jabs deeply into my mouth, you squeeze yet another sigh from me, another moment of beloved bewilderment in bliss.
These kisses ...deep deep french kisses between us ...and the patience we both find in restraining our common need for our inevitable orgasms ...these kisses are so astonishingly wondrous that I know you can feel that I don't want to stop ..and I feel you wanting the same. It's like each time we rest a moment, and glance into each others eyes, or grasp upon one anothers embrace or buttocks or breasts or shoulders ...that we KNOW we need to proceed ...but its like we say to each other, "just ONE more kiss," and that kiss becomes another and becomes another. Each time your lips seperate to invite me into your mouth again, I feel the flush all over me as it was the very first time we kissed. Our lips and our bodies are getting warmer and warmer ...I spread your lips with my thumb and finger again and cant believe the wetness, and I know that when I can finally break away from the kisses your offer me, I will engulf your taut nipples one after the other , such a contrast from the pliant and smoothness of your bounteous breasts.
I shudder at a tipping point when I can wait to taste more of you no longer ...Downward I dive to suck in your nipple on one side and quickly switch to the next while lifting your breast up and into my mouth. A gasp, then a moan from you begin the wave of expressions before I get words....in a surrendering whimper you cry "ummm bite."
"You want me to bite you," I say with my lips still clamped around your nipple.
"ummm you can," you say, but your words don't match what the timber of your voice says ...you are begging me to take it to the next level. I oblige your request and reach down to enter you with two fingers plunging deeper than you might have been ready for.
I can no longer wait for the banquet that awaits me between your legs. When I turn myself around, you reach upward to begin to finger me gently ..finding my wetness having saturated your thighs already, now ready for the way you will tantalize my clit while I lick and suck yours in my upside down position. So easily we fall into this way we both love to make love. When I arrive it's almost unnerving how wide you spread your legs for me ...opening to where I am going, so I blow softly to cool you before my warm mouth replaces the cool air and I submerge my tongue between your parted lips and begin to bring you home to the first of our many crescendo's together.
Your palms and fingers are wildly exciting while I fuck your pussy and lick your clit with my tongue. You massage my breast and tweak my nipples or scratch my back or tickle my arms tenderly when I slow down. As I add pressure and tempo, your thighs tighten, your clinch upon my breast is firmer, or if you are fingering me that moment your knuckles curl against the wet walls of my
You moan my name when you explode ..when you say "your fucking me so good baby," it sounds so good that I have to say it back to you, word for word, "YOU are fucking ME so good my love."
A rest and you begged me to stop. You KNOW I am not ready to stop ...just giving your clit some recovery time while I snuggle your thighs and enjoy my first wet explosion on your palm. I feel like the shuddering within me might never stop, but I love to feel your pleasure too much to let go. I am loving every breath you take, every tension of your groin, every uncontrolable quake I create with my tongue, fingers and my totally immersed passion for your pussy.
I have my tongue extended fully to give you a different sensation and you are mumbling something but even though I cant make out the words, I doubt its in english. After all that teasing, its your side to side rocking that entices me to start to go for it again. You are ready for antoher and I adore your every rapturous orgasm. So much time and so many orgams from you, two from me that were extraordinarly powerful and gushing, and we have hardly changed positions.
When we can finally stop...I hold you as if it was my last moment on earth. Do you FEEL this ? Are we TOGETHER in this ? I feel what you feel as only two women who love like this can feel.
Collapsed together we cuddle and stroke ...I can't keep my mouth off of your nipples...we are spent ..we can't go again ...I know you are done and you know I am ...but I keep sucking on that nipple and you keep responding and here we go again. The energy subdued, but I need to eat you again...you know my need and push me by my hair into you again. This orgasm is causes an explosion of seismic proportion, and i am in wonder for where the end of this passion this day will lie. This time when we quit, I hold you trembling. You tremble for 10 minutes while I hold you ..and I feel you cry ...I don't need to ask ...I know you aren't sad. I feel that way too for you.
I remember every undulation, every scream and moan and whimper of that day ....I know we both felt something we need again. There were upheavals between our bodies ..and an upheaval of our hearts as well. I have replayed ever taste and sensation of that day a million times and I can only come to the conclusion that it was the singl most erotic day, not only of my life, but dare i say of my dreams. I wish you could know how gratifying the gush of wetness I roused from, which caused me to come instantaneously, I wish you could know how I have rewound and relived that pinnacle of my entire sexual life.
You gave me just exactly what I needed in that bed ...the comfort of your acceptance of me and the acceptance of the way I needed to make your body feel..You knew me and you know me and our next kisses will be as deep, as committed, as tender and wild as we will make them match the moment we are in ...sooo in it together. So I am always here for you, to satisfy your every need, whenever you are ready.
by akiss2desire
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An Open Letter to My Lesbian, Bisexual, and Curious Readers of A Lesbian Kiss To Desire
Dear You,
WRITE ME at akiss2desire@gmail.com !
About two hours ago I went upstairs to TRY to go to sleep, and as often happens, I began to think of the sensous and erotic times I have had in lesbian lust and sometimes love with a few very very special women. I thought about the ladies I have met writing this blog the last two years, (and the ladies I met when I wrote my first blog) and how the curious, barely experienced and fearful to make a pass lesbian inside me has matured to something VERY different than what I was when my lesbian evolution began to be chronocled on these pages. I have had a busy summer, and without privacy to write, I haven't written much, nor have I organized the stories the way I wanted to to try to get new visitors towards some of the juicier, dare I humbly state, better writings. It hasn't been a completely wasted summer though ..as I have had some interesting experiences I will soon expand upon here, as I love to write with a mixture of the things I have lived and the things I have dreamed of living in expressing my lesbian sexuality.
I have returned as many emails as I had time for, and answered some serious and some wild questions ...although I don't really answer the ones from men who say "show me your nipples," (although if a woman wrote that I might LOL). .. and I have appreciated the letters from women who find such wonderful ways to say thanks and that they enjoy my writing or to keep it up. I think most of the responders to me are more mature (I am a 31 year old mother) but every now and then I receive a diatribe from an inquisitive and curious woman coming of age who hasn't figured it all out yet (you never will) and who wants or needs me to tell her that its going to be allright.
I always say that I haven't had the pleasure of finding another blog like mine ...so I presume I am just wired differently. Ever since my very first writings on the old Apple IIE with its yellowish cursor and monochrome screen, my process has been that I imagine things, (or experience things) and get horny and feel the need to write them ...and putting them into words , these fantasies and experiences, gets me hornier and more engaged in what I am doing, and then ways of expressing what I am going through come out in different ways, which is sometimes surprising, and when I finally post, I just wait for the feedback. Thats where I get my ultimate satisfaction ...when a woman writes to say what it did for her or how she reacted ....or how many times she revisited the site. In case you didn't realize as you visit, I don't see any financial gain for this site (yet) but thats a longer story for another time as to the whys about that. Its the email I get from women who get wet while reading what I created that affects me. AFFECTS ME ! So, you might understand, that while being able to write so little this summer on this blog, I am in a bit of withdrawl.
So know that I miss writing here ...but I am ready and wanting and willing to give you what you want :) You have to know how much I love to give pleasure to the lovers with whom I have shared a bed, but I also want to express that I want to give to you, the reader, as well. If my words make you wet, if my images inspire you to orgasm, we are as connected as if we had made love skin to skin as far as I am concerned. If I can't make a million women come with my mouth, perhaps I can do it with my fingers ...NO not that way, (I wish) but with my finges on this keyboard, and my mind between your legs. I love to love you this way, and what I long for is for you to connect with me.
SO ...this is an open invitation to write me at akiss2desire@gmail.com. I am getting ready to actually have TIME tow rite, so I want your help. Tell me about your first kiss, or another kiss, or the time when it was soooo scandalous to go to second base with that girl down the street. Let me know what you always wanted or desired. Email me with a story idea and perhaps I will use it. My photog story, "She Take Pictures Of My Lesbian Soul," was definitely inspired by a certain someone, and I'd love for YOU to be the next one to share a mind fuck with me. I crave this giving to you and know that when I am writing I take nothing lightly. When I write, I am connecting straight to you, you and me, one on one, imagining your lips parting to accept the touch of mine, as it all starts between us with this warm soft kiss of desire while a million scenes of our possible lesbian passion to come flash through my mind. How I hope to write about all of them.
Yours
akiss2desire