I guess before I go on, I should probably give a rundown of what are butch/femme dynamics.  The whole thing is a much bigger conversation than I can fit in this post, but here are the basics.  While a person’s sex is male or female (though there are plenty of intersex folks as well!), the genders that they take on are masculinity and femininity.  Anyone can take on any role and perform gender in the way that they feel most comfortable.

For some queer or lesbian-identified women, feminine presentation and gender roles are not their preference and they instead gravitate to a more masculine presentation, and still identify as a woman.  Femmes, on the other hand, are women that embrace femininity, but do so in a more performed, intentional way.  While there are tons of relationships that include two (or more) butches, and two (or more) femmes, what I am talking about by butch/femme dynamics, I am referring to the ways that butches and femmes interact and relate with one and another.   There has been a lot of tension in the community in the past (and present) about butches and femmes replicating hetero-normative culture and perpetuating stifling gender roles, but we aren’t here to talk about that now… we are here to talk about how very hot these dynamics and relationships can be! Alright, now that we’ve got the initial info down, let’s get to it!

Along with having a thing for butch/femme dynamics, I also have a major boner for written erotica.  I’ve always been hot for the written word, but I’m pretty sure that watching porno for a full-time job has my visual erotica response dulled, which has increased my excitement for erotic writing.  And since “Sometimes She Lets Me” mixes two things that make me incredibly hot, it only stands to reason that this book should light me on fire.  And oh, did it ever.

Each of the 23 stories in this erotic anthology of hotness is perfectly crafted – never revealing too much too soon or dragging along.  In fact, each story is executed exquisitely, with just the right build up, climax and cool down.  Sound familiar?  And it doesn’t just read like a delicious orgasm, it doles them out, one after another, story after story making the reader’s face flush with that special red of arousal.  Or maybe that was just me.

I’m not even sure how to talk about which were my favorite stories, because each of the 23 had their own piece that tickled both my fancy and my bottom.  I will say that the folks who I knew would be amazing (like Sinclair Sexsmith and S. Bear Bergman) were every bit as alluring and wonderful as I had hoped, and many new names for me are now prominently etched into the subconscious of my spank bank.  Need I say anymore?

If you are into butch/femme dynamics, or even just like hot erotica, Sometimes She Lets Me needs to make it onto your reading list/bedside table!

She tossed and turned; lost in an erotic dream. The images were so vivid that she could almost taste the salt from the sea. It was the beach dream again. The one that leaves her covered in sweat when she wakes up.

Night after night, it’s the same. She is walking down a deserted beach at dusk. The sun is low, coloring the sky in pinks, reds, and purples. The evening is warm, and the air is thick with the scent of tropical blossoms. Warm water from the turquoise colored sea laps at her ankles, as she strolls down the white sand.

In her dream, she is always perfect. A small bikini top encases her firm, bouncy breasts. Tiny triangles barely cover her coral colored nipples, which are forever erect despite the warmth of the day. She is tanned all over from the many days of sunbathing nude. Her body, lean and toned, glistened in the remaining light of the day.

She was proud of her body, with it’s tiny waist and softly rounded hips. Never in real life would she wear a white bikini, much less a thong one. The tiny scrap of material nestled tightly in her crack displayed her round, lush ass. A filmy sarong made of the finest silk rode low on her hips, flaring open with every step her long legs made.

Glad that she endured the pain of a Brazilian wax job, she knew that her bare genitals were smooth and pink. It was by accident that she figured out how sensitive her pussy was without hair. But, that is another story.

As always, she is aroused. In every dream she has her pussy is often on fire – swollen and throbbing with need. The thong helps though. If she moves her hips the right way, the snug scrap massages her whole slit. All she needs is another to help ease the burning want. Who would the dream pick this time?

The beach is deserted; no one in sight. The fragrant night air whips through her long red hair, which is tousled from a day of lounging on the beach. She sits down, feeling the fine grain of the sand scratch against her naked cheeks. Untying the sarong, she lets it fall out, baring her lower body. The tide is coming in.

A daring wave crashes to shore, wetting her. She opens her legs wider, as the next one makes it way to her. The luke warm water tickles her pussy, but it’s not enough. Instead of putting the flames out, the teasing wave dashes out quickly. She’s frustrated.

Her thong ties at the hips, and she is glad for that. Now, her pink slit is bare. Opening her legs wider, she gently spreads her puffy lips. She has always loved how her pussy looked. Fat, hairless lips surround another pair of smaller ones. The delicate skin covering her was the shade of the most delicious cotton candy.

Using her middle finger, she pressed inward, causing her petals to open. She was wet and not from the ocean.

Exploring deeper, it felt good to probe her sheath; to be filled. Leaning back on her elbow, she let her legs fall all the way open. The next wave crashed to shore, covering her in warm, salty brine.

It seemed to stay a bit longer before rushing back. She was now sitting in a warm puddle of water. The tide was in. Not enough to cover her fully, the water gently lapped at her flushed pussy. The next wave came barreling in, and with her pussy gaping open, it filled her to the brim. She groaned. So, this was how the dream was going to go. She was going to get fucked by the mighty sea itself.

Her middle finger, now free of its confinement, circled her engorged clit. The elusive bud, hidden by it’s pink protective hood, wanted to come out and play. She retracted the hood further, exposing her pulsing clit. The hypnotic motion of the wave seemed to mimic the actions of a firm tongue. Gasping, she trapped the sensitive piece of erect flesh between her fingers and tugged. Her clit grew; almost doubling in size. Sharp bolts of pleasure radiated from her pussy, as she jacked her clit as if it were a cock in need of relief. Her pussy, convulsing madly, was sucking sea water inside it before pushing a mixture of her creamy juices back out into the ocean.

Her coral nipples, rock hard, were plainly visible through the transparent, wet material. She pushed the tiny triangles to the side. She needed her nipples and began to pinch and pull them the moment that they were free. She was lost in her erotic, lust filled haze.

Deep in the ocean, he was aware of her. The moment she sat down and let his waves taste her nectar he felt her need. Her sweet taste filled his senses. He needed her. Swimming to the surface, he spied her ashore. She was beautiful to him; her back arched in pleasure.

He slowly approached her. Not wanting to scare her away, he blended in with the nonstop waves, until his face was between her thighs. He was so close that he could smell her need. Slowly, very slowly, he leaned forward with his tongue poised.

“The waves must be playing tricks on my mind. I swear I just felt a tongue,” she mused.

Glad that water was his element, he let the fluid position his arms around her thighs. His body flowed around her, waiting for the right moment to materialize. With the next wave, he solidified; his strong upper body holding her hips close to his face.

She looked up, quickly. Emerald green eyes locked with a pair of blue ones that seem to be swirling with the exact colors of the sea. His face was classic, with a roman nose, high cheek bones, and a sexy cleft in his chin. The more she looked the more he became apparent; his long wavy hair, black as midnight, floated around a pair of broad shoulders.

“Oh, my god! I’m about to fuck a sea god,” she thought.

Closer and closer his tongue got, until she felt it touch the very tip of her exposed clit. He licked around her fingers, which were still on her flesh. Her back arched higher, as he flicked her clit with his tongue, before sucking her fingers into his hot mouth. She tasted like hot need; so intoxicating. He could get drunk on her juices. She pulled her fingers from his mouth and tangled them in his hair. She needed him closer.

“Please,” she whispered.

She was burning with need, and yet, he hovered. His warm breath danced over her flesh. She could feel his lips graze her swollen labia. Now impatient, she tried to yank him closer, but he was unyielding. He was teasing her.
Chuckling softly, he nipped at her clit; just a lick here and there. It was enough to keep her wound tightly. Her pussy was engorged. The loveliest shade of bright pink stained her chest, making her nipples dark red. The sexual flush was beautiful and suited her well.

Without warning, he sucked her clit all the way into his mouth. His arms tightened around her hips, as she screamed loudly into the coming night. She could feel his tongue licking her nub, as the suction from his mouth pulled it further into his hot oral cavity.

He asked the tide to leave. He wanted her all to his self. She felt the warm seawater pull back to the ocean, leaving this sea god with her. She couldn’t focus; his mouth was drawing all her blood to her clit. He encircled her bloated clit with his teeth and gently gnawed at the base of the throbbing bundle of sex nerves.

Her legs were stiff; pushing her hips up high. She was about to blast his face with her cunt cream. He felt her body trembling. One more push and she would rocket into space. He sucked hard, while sawing his teeth on her clit. She screeched. He felt his chin get sticky with her nectar.

“Now, you can do better than that,” he mumbled; mouth full of her tender flesh.

He shoved two, thick fingers deep inside her seizing hole and tickled her cervix. She could feel her pleasure pulses getting stronger. It felt like he was pulling another orgasm from deep inside her. Loud, wet noises came from her pussy, as his fingers kept her in a constant orgasmic state.

His control was slipping. He rubbed his granite hard cock against the wet sand. Heavy balls, that were full of cum, were drawn tight against his body. The long, thick shaft of his cock buried into the sand with each thrust of his lean hips.

She raised her head to watch him. All she could see was the top of his face, the lower half buried in her weeping cunt. His gaze penetrated her. He was watching her watch him. Just seeing him hump against the sand made her jealous. She wanted him inside her. As if he read her mind, he ripped his face from her pussy and rapidly flipped her over. He pushed her shoulders down roughly, and she had to turn her head to keep the sand from smothering her.

“Don’t move,” he growled.

She felt him nudge her legs open wider. A warm breeze caressed her open pussy, sending chills racing down her spine. He was motionless behind her. Never had he seen a more beautiful sight. Her pussy, still convulsing, was swollen and red, and her soft inner thighs were abraded by his whiskers. The tiny closed star of her ass twitched under his scrutiny.

She could feel his breath on the back of her thighs, traveling higher. He kissed her sandy ass cheek before brushing away the grains with his large hands. His breath got closer. She shivered.

His tongue, pointed, traced tight circles around her brown, hairless rosebud. Her hips wiggled, as he licked the wrinkled skin lightly. She never would have guessed that the pleasure coming from her anus would be so intense. Her already tensed muscles tightened even more when she felt his tongue invade her.

She began to hyperventilate when his fingers slipped inside her pussy and copied what his tongue was doing to her ass. She wanted to push her hand underneath her body and rub her clit until she sprayed him in her nectar again. All the sudden his fingers and tongue were gone. His big body moved closer to her.

He guided his blood filled cock to her open pussy. She could feel his large mushroom shaped glans trying to push it’s way into her tight opening. Panting, she savored the ripping pleasure. Once the wide ridge popped through, his whole shaft was shoved all the way inside her body. His ball sac slapped against her clit, as if to spank it for being so naughty.

His breath left in a rush. Her pussy was griping him like a warm, moist glove. She rippled all around him. As he withdrew, a sloppy sucking sound was audible. She couldn’t take much more. He filled her to capacity, only to leave her empty and wanting. His cock hovered near the entrance of her pussy for a microsecond before slamming back into her.

The need was too great. She wiggled her hand to her clit and began to rub back and forth frantically. He was using long, slow, hard strokes, but what she wanted was hard and fast. She felt his finger probe her tightly closed rosebud, and her cunt wept a copious amount of oyster colored tears. Her thighs were wet; her pussy coated in with a thin layer of soft sand.

He pushed his long middle finger into her snug ass and rubbed the head of his cock through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass. He groaned from the sensation. She groaned from being filled in both holes. His thrusts got faster. Her pussy got wetter and noisier. She could smell her juices mixing with his.

Her fingers danced rapidly over her pulsing clit, as his hips were almost a blur. She was close to exploding again. When he yanked his finger from her ass to grab a hold of her hips, she cried out. The sudden relief of pressure from her ass somersaulted her into the most intense orgasm ever. She saw white flashes of light, as her cunt sucked his dick.

He felt her cum. It was enough to send his hot seed racing up his engorged shaft. He grabbed her hips and pummeled her hard. It felt like his cock was about to burst, as spurts of thick seed filled her pussy. Several more short thrusts helped to wring the remaining juice from his bobbing dick. He pulled out of her velvet sheath and watched fondly as his white cum oozed from her battered hole.

Night had fallen. The tide had to be returned. It was time for him to go. As the water rushed around her, she crawled further up the beach to avoid being drowned. Her sarong and thong floated around him. His magnificent cock jutted out from his body; a drop of cum hanging loosely to his slit. With sadness, she watched him melt into the water. For how long she sat there, she didn’t know. The beach began to get hazy; out of focus. It was time to wake up.

Travis asked what it was that I wanted and I told him I wanted some cock in me. Travis stood up, pulled my jeans down, leaned me over the hood of my truck and started pounding me from behind. He was really getting into it, asking me, “Is this what you want?”

I could barely do more than moan, it was feeling so good to me. I had my arms stretched out across the hood of my truck, leaning over the truck. My tits were rubbing up and down as he pounded me from behind. I was really starting to get into it when he turned me around and told me to lay down on the porch and put my feet up on the side of the carport which hung really low next to our porch. I was laying on my back with my feet propped up on the carport and the next thing I know, Travis had motioned for Tim to come over to me, and he slowly put his cock inside of me, moaning as he entered me, telling me how my pussy was the tightest pussy he had ever been inside before.

He kept moving at the slow pace until he had put the entire 8 inches inside of me. He started getting into a good rhythm, pounding my pussy good. When he started to get ready to cum, Travis pushed him to the side and then he slid his throbbing cock into me. He started pounding his cock into me just as hard and fast as Tim had been. I was on cloud nine by then, having two hard throbbing cocks taking turns pounding my pussy hard. It was more than I could take and I exclaimed,” Oh my God! I am cumming!!”

As I started to convulse with the contractions of my body, I felt Travis empty his load into me. Tim, not one to be left out, took Travis’ place and finished what he had started earlier. He only had to pound on it for just a minute until he was cumming as well. When he withdrew his cock, we all three were just sitting there on the porch, realizing that traffic had been coming by and Tim’s girfriend was inside passed out on our couch.We all three sobered up pretty quickly then.

We pulled up our pants and decided to sit down under the carport like we were and went back to drinking. Tim was the first to break the silence, saying that he had never been part of a threesome before. Travis told him that was nothing. Maybe we should take it inside and really show each other what a threesome should be like. Meanwhile, I had sobered up enough to stammer out, “Am I the only one that realizes that Lea is passed out on the couch and that this is really wrong?”

Travis and Tim looked at me and started laughing, and Travis said, “Well, if we are gonna get in trouble, we might as well make it good! Have another shot of vodka and come in the bedroom.” I did as I was told and couldn’t help but smile as I followed Travis and Tim inside and walked to the bedroom.

I went ahead and started stripping and it didn’t take them long to follow my lead. Next thing I know, I am on the bed on all fours and Travis started easing his cock into my already wet pussy. He started really getting into it, and told me he wanted to fuck me in the ass. Me always being up for that, told him to go right ahead. Travis eased his hard cock into my tight ass and started stroking it slowly. Once he had a good rhythm going, he leaned me back so that I was sitting on top of him backwards. He told Tim to come put his dick in my pussy which was up in the air the way Travis had me leaned back. I told Travis I thought there was a difference between us doing DP with a toy and with another man. He whispered in my ear to just relax, so I did, and Tim came and slid his cock into my pussy.

I had never had such a full feeling in my life! They took turns, alternating sliding their cocks into my pussy and ass, and got it going really good. Before I could even think about what was going on, that I was having my first DP, I was cumming to the strongest orgasm I have ever had! Travis and Tim slowed their pumping when they felt and heard me orgasming.

Once I had regained my composure, they attacked me again, neither one having took their cocks out of me as I came. I was squeezing my ass and pussy so hard with the pumping they were doing, the next thing I know Travis is filling my ass with his cum and Tim was saying, “Damn! I can feel you nutting! I guess that was enough for him because he shot his load of cum for the second time that night, this time in my pussy. He and Travis slowly pulled their quickly shrinking cocks out of my body.

I laid down on the bed and stretched out, realizing I had just had my first DP! I lay back smiling like an idiot, hoping that this first time for me and Travis sharing wouldn’t be our last.

After eating, Travis pulled out the vodka and we started having shots. One thing Lea can’t handle is vodka shots. She was passed out within an hour. Meanwhile, me, Travis and Tim stayed outside on the porch listening to music and hanging out. I must have had way too much to drink myself, because we were sitting under the carport in front of my Expedition, and Travis asked me if I would do something for him. I said sure, and was utterly shocked when he said, “I want you to suck Tim’s dick for me.”

I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Tim! After a time making sure he was serious and not joking, I just said, “Sure, why not?”

Tim stood up, dropped his pants and stood in front of me. I looked at Travis, who was nodding his head, so I reached up and took hold of his cock with one hand and started slowly licking it up and down with my tongue. I kept looking from Travis to Tim’s face to see that everyone was ok with what was going on. I finally realized Travis was getting turned on by this, so I started really getting into it, licking from top to bottom and wrapping my lips around his cock watching it grow to its full 8 inches.

I took it into my mouth all the way to his balls and knew I had him from there. He had his head leaned back and was moaning and groaning, he took my hair into his hand and started pumping his cock into to my mouth, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt him starting to get close, so I slowed down and looked back to Travis who was smiling at me telling me to keep going and swallow his cum.

Wanting to please my husband, I started back with vengeance, sucking and licking Tim’s cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Tim was hollering, “I’m gonna cum!” and I looked up into his eyes and told him I wanted to swallow his cum. That was enough for Tim to lose his load right there, so as he spasmed into my mouth. I kept my mouth around his cock and sucked every drop he had down my throat. As he was done, I started licking the head of his dick, making sure I got every last drop of his cum.

After he caught his composure, he looked over at Travis and said, “Man, I don’t know what I did to make you be such a great friend, but I sure did appreciate that!” Travis told him that was nothing, he should hang around for what was to come next.

“It is your personality, it is your soul, it is you that makes you in your consciousness that thrills me so.” Then he would smile that devilish smile, “and your tanned toned frog legs do help, especially when they are spread wide just for me.” He loves my legs and high ass. He equated them to those of a feline feminine Olympian high jumper.

“Hey, frog legs, toned, long and strong with a professional tennis butt hung in the air without a care.” I miss the sound of his voice, and how he rode that butt of mine in syncopated time. That is my favorite position with him. On my hands, elbows and knees, seeking only him to please for my pleasure only, how he loved me in a tight sweater.

“Oh well, enough girlish rhapsody.” In the said position with my back arched like a “golden leopard” (that was one of his pet names for me too) waiting in heat for the moment of lively penetration – when he first parted my lips with the hard head of his long penis – it was (is) beyond descriptive pleasure and excitement. My long fingered hands would grab his bed sheets, my teeth did the same in anticipation of elation. Then his head softly and easily eases into my being, my mind on fire my nerve endings full of desire and then his long strong thrust, then thrusts of power how I love his masculine tower full of life and so alive.
It is truly when “and two flesh shall become one.”

Such power, such force that he would move me all the way across his western king bed. “slap! slap! slap!” came the sound of his pelvis as it struck my hard tennis ass. “Smack!… smack!… smack!” as my face buried in his sheets moved across his bed. “Slap– slap– slap!” I will never be the same. Last week in bed with my back to my husband in the darkness sweet as he slept I masturbated to the memory of “slap, slap, slap” among the other things he did to me and they were many, such lovers he and I. He a man of ending autumn years and I a lady of early summer days, so we would play, love we would make.

And when that old poet came deep inside of me it was with expanded force, with his large strong hands griping my butt like a vise and usually one of his thumbs press deep into my asshole – that is how long his hands are. So I masturbate in fantasy’s wake of our passions, I miss that old man. I miss our coffeehouse and how we sat next to each other as perfect strangers and talked about life and the parody of it. Sometimes with my kids in tow and the coffeehouse as just a stop off before heading to grandma’s house, my kids always looked at him dubiously as we chatted as strangers do. Then kids dropped off and shopping to do and then my afternoon delight of Slap! Smack! Slap!!!!

Tracy Robinson had a hard and fast rule: Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She’d been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning; she had enough respect for herself to not date someone else’s man.

Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. Most women weren’t after illicit sex and extramarital liaisons with random other women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a married woman, the instances of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She’d served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many ways, it was the exact opposite of the strict, rigid life she’d had in The Army. She could stand in front of a canvas for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her heart’s content.

Several local galleries were showing her work and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her military pension paid the bills so she was comfortable and happy. Single life wasn’t necessarily to her liking but she wasn’t so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in life, and didn’t really have a care in the world.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn’t been for her trusty letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief stint in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She’d injured her back in the military years before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be years before another flare up. If her blood sugar hadn’t been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual, “Take care, don’t over-exert yourself, take two pain killers and call me in the morning,” shtick.

The combination of the medicine and the fact that she hadn’t been eating well were causing her glucose levels to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous levels. They released her but with orders for a nurse to come visit her home for follow up visits and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their care for their own is beyond compare.

Itching to get back to her canvases and ready to assume more responsibility for her health, Tracy started eating well and doing all the exercises they suggested she do for slowly strengthening her back muscles the minute she got home. If there was a regimen to be performed, Tracy could do it. She didn’t want or need a nurse coming to check on her; she wanted to paint. Twice a week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to come to check on her until the doctor released her.

The first day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her best to be polite but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and anxious about someone taking care of her. Karen was respectful of the retired Major, even calling her Ma’am. She was warm, gracious, and a highly competent nurse as well. Tracy insisted, “Do not call me Ma’am. I’m not in the military anymore.” The two ladies had a rapport immediately.

While she could have been in and out in twenty minutes, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to know her new patient and asking all sorts of questions to ensure that she was getting the best care possible and that her recovery was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patients in order to provide them with the absolute best care. She felt like it was her responsibility to extend herself to her patients, to be a friend to them.

Karen was, for all intents and purposes, well not exactly the complete physical opposite of Tracy, but there were some significant differences. Other than the obvious difference in race, Tracy being black and Karen being white; Tracy was taller than average, Karen was of average height. They both had similar builds, but Karen had recently given birth and was nursing and the owner of very large, very sensitive breasts. They were both very attractive women who didn’t feel a need to flaunt it and downplayed their attractiveness out of sensibility and practicality.

The two women hit it off immediately and seemed to become friends from essentially day one. There was that connection, that intangible bond you get sometimes when you meet someone and you feel as if you’ve known them forever. Or, at the very least, that you can open up to them in ways you can’t with others. Karen hadn’t even been coming two full weeks when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would break up the monotony of her day, provide her company, and she enjoyed sharing her artwork with Karen.

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn’t scheduled to visit. She said she just wanted to check up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the women talked about life, love, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the chemistry she shared with Karen was more than platonic. It was that night that Tracy allowed herself to have her very first fantasy about Karen.

She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her hormones raged and her body ached to explore a more physical, sensual connection with the woman who had mandatory access to her home two times a week. Because she had been compelled to keep her sexuality secret and hidden in the military, Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential lovers about her preferences. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a paint brush, she became committed to telling the truth, with her art and with her heart.

“Hey friend, come on in,” Tracy said as she opened the door widely to greet Karen on her next scheduled visit. This time, rather than her hands and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and jeans that would be what she’d wear on a casual date with a man. She watched for Karen’s reaction carefully as she undid the buttons on her shirt to reveal a black lace push up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her right hand on Karen’s thigh as she pricked the finger on her left hand to test her blood sugar. Still no response. Karen seemed to be oblivious to any sexual tension and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor that Tracy was cleared for release.

Visibly saddened, Tracy sighed and said, “I’m going to miss you, friend. It’s been great getting to know you over this short period of time.”

“Oh, I can still stop by and see you,” Karen responded. “I have other patients in the area and I would be more than happy to stop by and check on you every once in a while.” She added, “You know, my life is so routine, so predictable. I’ve been married to the same man for fifteen years, we’ve been in a relationship since high school; I’ve been in the military for more than a decade. I’m a mom and a wife and a nurse. You’re an artist. I admire what you’re doing. It’s so, you know, different. I think what you’re doing is fascinating and I love your work and I just think you’re a really interesting, really nice person.” It wasn’t exactly what Tracy wanted to hear but it felt nice regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The last things she wanted to do was alienate her new friend so they hugged goodbye with promises of seeing one another again.

Before the week was out, Karen called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of wine, some cheese and crackers and set out a little tray. “I finished with all my patients early today and I just didn’t feel like going home yet,” Karen blurted out the second she walked in. “My sister-in-law is watching the baby and my older two have practice after school. I just needed a little adult time, I hope you don’t mind.”

Mind? Was she crazy? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the offer of the chilled Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoked Gouda and crackers. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two women continued to open up to one another in ways that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love lives, fears, dreams, frustrations, things that usually come after knowing someone a long time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to leave and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already aroused pussy.

In the following weeks, the unscripted visits became more frequent, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch breaks, after seeing all her patients, and even on her days off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and honest, not at all superficial. Tracy didn’t want to seem obvious, so some days she would offer herbal tea or juice, others nothing at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to loosen up a bit more, she offered some form of alcohol, you know, all under the guise of being a gracious hostess. Her nights were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making love to her new friend, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connection.

Eventually, Tracy knew it was time to reveal her true feelings. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the piece came to life and she invited her friend to her studio to reveal it. “It’s not finished,” she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an artist and a friend. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly make out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embrace.

“Oh my! Is that who I think it is?” Tracy nodded, too scared to say anything at that moment.

“I’m flattered,” Karen said, trying to be careful not to hurt her friend’s feelings. “You know… I’m not attracted to you like that, right? I just want to be friends.”

Tracy felt a sense of relief almost. It wasn’t as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to fuck in the middle of the floor, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to know her truth, to not hide any parts of herself anymore. She felt free. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the connection they shared and apologized in ten different ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain friends. For all of her infatuation, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn’t about to break that rule, even if the attraction was mutual.

The dynamics of the relationship did change after that. Karen was more hesitant to come by, not because she didn’t like Tracy any more but because she felt awkward. Tracy was gracious but offered no alcohol on their brief visits. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few weeks. Before long, water found its own level and everything was back to being comfortable, with the small exception of the fact that they two didn’t mention the sexual attraction thing. It didn’t need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual tension between the two women. They would sit closer together on the sofa, touch more. A bright lamp in the corner of the room would eventually become replaced by the soft glow of candlelight. Their hugs goodbye lasted longer and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to trust Tracy in ways she never thought possible.

“What’s it like,” Karen asked one day as she stared at her cup of tea, assuming Tracy would know immediately what she was talking about.

Tracy did understand. The rapport they had built together was based on a certain level of non-verbal communication.

“You mean being with another woman?” Karen nodded. “Well, it can be the most tender, gentle, sensual experience you’ve ever had, in a way that no man could ever touch you, kiss you or satisfy you. It can be just as intense and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the difference is there is no end objective. You know when you’re with a man that everything he does is with one goal in mind, to get to the fucking. With a woman, there is no such agenda; it’s all about the journey, not the destination. I’ve made love to a woman for eight hours once and my only goal was to get her to the very edge of orgasm and then stop over and over and over again. At the end of six hours, she was screaming for me to . . . ”

Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signs of her breasts leaking. She leaned in close and tilted Karen’s face towards hers, their lips virtually close enough for a kiss, making intense eye contact. “Are you okay?”

“You know, I told John about, you know, about, well, I told him about the painting and everything. We aren’t prudes by any means, we experiment like any other couple, watch porn, whatever we can to keep our sex life from being boring. It’s just that you do get in a rut after you’ve been married a while, the same thing no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex life has been really great ever since I shared with him about… it, I mean us, I mean… you know what I mean. It’s just that, I keep wondering what it would be like to… you know… well, I’m sure you know. The last thing I want to do is lead you on and I don’t want to lose our friendship but I would be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’ve been thinking about what it would be like.” Karen was blushing and embarrassed but intimate enough with her friend to open up honestly.

Tracy reached out and held her friend’s hand. “I’ll answer any questions you have and I won’t stop being your friend. I won’t do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable. I promise. I have a policy; I don’t fool around with anyone who is married so we are pretty safe to talk about anything. It will go no further than that. If you want to talk about sex with me and go home and fuck your husband like crazy, that is just fine with me.”

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her things and bolted out there like lightning. Over the next few months, their relationship took on a new dynamic. Karen flirted, tempted, and teased and Tracy was holding fast to her rule about not fooling around with a married woman.

Karen started forsaking her other friends, friends she’s known since high school, to come spend time Tracy. She loved the feeling of freedom she got the very minute she walked through the door, the ability to tell the truth that she didn’t have with her other friends. She loved the sexual tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her husband, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting sharing time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy’s integrity, she would never cross the line, so she felt nothing about teasing her friend, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the door to the safety of her husband and married life.

One night, a little after one in the morning, Karen, audibly upset, called Tracy and said, “Sorry to wake you, but John and I had a really bad fight, do you mind if I crash at your place? I just can’t stand the thought of sleeping next to him right now. I need to get out of the house and I… well, I just want to come there to be honest.” Tracy extended an offer for her friend to stay with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the guest room ready for her whenever she got there. Karen was already on her way.

Within a half hour, she was in Tracy’s driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the guest room with towels on the end of the bed and a cute little gift basket of toiletries on the dresser. Tentatively, she walked past the guest room to Tracy’s master bedroom. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had to find out what it was like in real life. She was desperate to know what it was like to make love to another woman. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the covers and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the warmth of her friend’s brown body.

Tracy awoke immediately, still groggy but very sure that there was a naked body next to hers. “Karen, what are you doing? Don’t do this. Please.”

Tracy’s words were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her lips against Tracy’s and they shared an intimate, tender kiss, like only two women can share. Again, Tracy protested. “Karen, I’m not strong enough to withstand this kind of pressure. What about John?”

“I need this. I want this! You want it too. Please, don’t make me go. Make love to me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me but don’t make me go.” The words choked up in her throat as the tears came. She couldn’t leave, she wouldn’t leave. This wasn’t just about some random fuck with a stranger to get off. This wasn’t a cheap thrill. This was a woman she loved as a friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted.

She wanted to experience the thing that she had tried to deny for months. There was no denying that her clit would throb and her pussy would get moist when she was with Tracy, when they were sitting back talking, at times not even about sex. There was no denying that when she was having sex with her husband, she was thinking about what it would feel like to have a woman’s mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would feel.

She didn’t have time to think too much about the ramifications of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the t-shirt from Tracy’s sleepy frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt sexy and wanted in the moment.

“Are you sure you want this, want me?”

Feeling more confident than she’d felt in a very long time, she reached up and placed her mouth on Tracy’s. Their lips gently parted and their tongues found each other’s. Electricity shot through Karen’s body. Almost immediately, her pussy began to throb and pulse, getting wetter than she’d remembered in a very long time. A sound escaped her lips, one of pleasure and arousal. Tracy kissed her back and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily sensual.

Tracy kissed her way down Karen’s neck, tasting her skin, pressing her lips to the erotic hot spots Karen had almost forgotten she had. Her body responded. She was writhing, twisting, panting and incredibly turned on. She’d imagined what it would be like to be with a woman but in her wildest imagination she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly erotic. By the time Tracy’s lips got to her collar bone, sounds were escaping her lips that sounded strange to her own ears.

In the darkness of her bedroom, in the middle of the night, Tracy put aside all her misgivings about engaging in an affair with a married person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sensual woman, a needy woman who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she’d never experienced previously. The woman beneath her was a friend, a person she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for months. She took her time and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to stop.

If she had been given the opportunity to prepare, she would have had various toys and things like honey, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl movie ready. With nothing but her hands and mouth, she set to work. Unsure of how to handle the lactation thing, she decided to proceed slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to lick everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen’s collarbone to her belly button and back again, not missing a spot in between.

Every nerve ending in Karen’s body felt alive with excitement. She was tense and aroused and nervous all at the same time. She didn’t know what to do with her hands so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for dear life. Tracy took Karen’s hands and placed them on her hips. Even in the darkness of night, she could see the contrast in skin tone, feel the softness of a woman’s flesh. Her hands began to roam, gently caressing Tracy’s curves.

Tracy responded, “Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don’t stop. Oh, yeah, feel my tits.”

Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep breath and did just that. The weight, the fullness, the feeling of those hard, dark nipples in her hands was sensory overload. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her want those nipples in her mouth. Without saying a word, Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting mouth.

Karen took to making love to a woman like a duck takes to water. She licked and kissed and softly sucked like she wanted to be sucked. She did it the way she knew deep in her gut would feel pleasurable. In that moment she understood what people meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karen’s thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting. “Oh, Tracy, this is driving me crazy. Fuck me.”

Tracy responded with a smile. She turned Karen over and proceeded to kiss her way down her back, her thighs, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her spine. Karen had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the soft, pink folds of flesh that enveloped all that made Karen a woman and stared.

Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen’s clit. In that moment Karen was 100% sure John had never touched her so softly, never found her spot so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hiss. Her breathing was short, raspy. The sensation didn’t last long as Tracy’s fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussy. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breath on her inner thighs, her ass, her pussy. It was as if Tracy was making love to her pussy with her eyes, not even touching it, just looking at it, examining it in a way no one had ever done before. Karen was chanting, “Eat me . . . lick me . . . fuck me . . . FUCK ME . . .”

Reaching between her legs, Karen started to rub her own pussy but Tracy moved her hand away. She replaced her fingertip with her tongue and began to lick softly. Karen’s words now were incoherent, she was speaking the language of supreme ecstasy. From her clit to her asshole and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen’s wet slit. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right spots. And just when Karen didn’t think she could take any more teasing, Tracy took her fingers and pushed them inside Karen’s dripping wet pussy.

They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to send her over the edge but Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her legs back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her focus was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Tracy’s head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt.

Just as Karen was about to reach her special moment, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karen’s body and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juices. Karen sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of control. She was caressing Tracy’s body now, begging for release. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the fears and apprehensions she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, nothing more, nothing less. She held up her tits to her friend. “Here, suck them.” It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a closeness and a bond that the two friends shared. It was representative of giving her sexuality to a woman in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no further encouragement and lowered her mouth to the hardened nipples. Softly, she sucked. It wasn’t about her pleasure, it was about the intimacy, connection, and passion between the two friends. As her mouth filled with the sweet, warm liquid, she heard Karen’s gentle moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her thigh against her mound. She slid her fingers inside Karen again, this time, intending to give her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this point, Karen was so wet, the entire room was filled with the sounds of her being finger fucked.

Both women were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last minute, Tracy slid her body around and placed her pussy against Karen’s. It was soft and wet and unlike anything Karen had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clits against one another, pink against pink, holding on to each other for dear life until they both felt the waves of impending pleasure overtake them.

Karen slid out of bed in the early morning hours. She needed to get home to the kids before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would call her later that afternoon. Tracy’s heart dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own rule. Karen comforted her as best she could under the circumstances, assured her that their friendship was important and she was unwilling to let it go. Tracy wasn’t sure exactly what the future held for their friendship but she willing to face the consequences, come what may.

“Finally!” Amber blurted out as her pitcher of beer was being sat down on the table. The waiter stuttered out how sorry he was it took so long but they had to change out the keg.

“It’s fine” Amber sighed, as a few of the girls she was with started to giggle. Amber was already feeling the pitcher before this one, and the one before that.

“Don’t you think you have had enough?” a deep gritty voice said behind her. Amber would know that voice anywhere, turning around with a huge drunken grin. Mike was standing above her ready to catch her when she threw herself into his arms.

“You got my text!” Amber slurred out, as Mike nodded to the other girls at the table.

“Someone had to come get you, wild woman” smiling that bright sexy smile. Amber began to feel something more than just drunk.

Mike sat down next to Amber and put his hand on her thigh moving it up and down slowly already knowing where this night was going to end up. It had been weeks since Amber had called him and he was just starting to get to the point where he would have accepted he was just a booty call to her. He wanted more, so much more than just a night of fun. As Mike ordered a coke he waited for Amber to finish her third pitcher of the night as the girls kept topping off their beers to keep Amber from getting too much more intoxicated, Mike sat back and enjoyed Amber’s company, nodding at all the right spots, and laughing when she would spill something.

“That beautiful clumsy woman,” he thought to himself. It wasn’t long after that thought that she turned around and looked at him with a coy sex smile as if waiting for him to take her. Oh he was going to take her tonight; if they made it back to her place it was going to be a miracle.

“Are you ready to get out of here” Amber whispered into Mike’s ear as she grinded her body against his, already feeling his pants start to tighten around his dick he kissed her lightly on the lips and said “I would follow you anywhere” As they were leaving the bar Amber slurred her goodbye’s to the girls she came in with, as one whispered to Mike “were all hoping she gets a clue and sticks with you for good.” At that comment Mike smiled that beautiful smile again and said “I hope so too.”

Holding Amber around the waist, Amber stops and give Mike a wicked grin and pulls him into a dark alley right next to his car.

“I want to suck your dick,” Amber slurs, undoing Mikes belt and pants. Just then a police officer comes around the corner and Mike pulls Amber close to kiss her and cover his giant erection. As the police officer tells them to move along, Amber begins to laugh.

“I love your laugh, Amber. Just one of the many things I love about you.” Amber stopped laughing and kissed him hard. Pushing her whole body against his, pushing her tongue in deep into his mouth moving against his body. They fit perfectly together holding one another close. “Let’s get you home, Amber,” Mike whispers to her, breathing heavily.

“Do you want anything to drink, Mike?” Amber sounding a little more sober then when she was in the bar.

“No” as Mike wrapped his larger arms around Amber he thought to himself “this is all I would ever need.” Almost as if Amber read his mind she turned around and began to kiss him again. Almost with urgency, with need – she needed him, she wanted him, and she loved him. She paused.

“Mike, I don’t want you to freak out, but I’m starting really become attached to you”. Almost like a fire was lit under him Mike’s eyes burned with passion and he swept Amber off her feet and took her to the bed room.

“Amber, I have loved you for years,” Mike breathed into her ear kissing her all over her face, down her neck, her shoulders, oh how he loved her sweet sent she gave off. He could kiss her and explore her body for hours, years; he hoped he would have that kind of time with her after tonight.

Mike laid Amber on the bed as gently as he could and started to undo her jeans, she was a beautiful woman with curves. Mike was never the type of man to want a girl whose ribs would stick out. He grabbed her and looked up at her and smiled, “I can’t want to make you scream,” and with that he dived into Amber. Taking in the scent of her almost losing it right there Mike rubbed his hand against Amber warm center, wanting to enjoy every minute he had to give Amber the greatest pleasure she had ever received. Slowly taking her panties off Amber lay there naked before him, unsure of what Mike had in store for her next and unable to wait.

“Fuck me” Amber moaned out, and Mike just smiled in his raspy voice he said “that will come much later.” He bent down to her warm, wet, center parting the folds and breathing in her scent, slowly putting one finger into her she moaned in approval, he started to slowly move in and out, she was tight, and wet, he couldn’t wait to put himself into her and taking her over the edge.

Amber moaned in pleasure, shaking as Mike slipped a second then a third finger into her, as her center began to cool with more moisture she let out a scream as her first orgasm ripped through her body sending her into shudders of pleasure. As Mike removed his fingers from her warm center he licked them feeling the strain of his still tight pants he started to unbuckle them and pull them slowly off. Amber watch in amazement, she had seen Mike naked many times before, but never like this. She was shaking from pleasure, from the need for him to be inside her.

“Make love to me” she said in a raspy tone. “I always do,” as Mike came up to her she moved her body ready to take his full manhood into her. He went in slow making sure never to hurt her – with his massive size it could be easily done.  She squirmed and moaned as he filled her of what she wanted, and what she needed. Mike’s member began to slowly pump in and out of Amber slowly at first, he was so turned on he did not want to end too soon. She pressed her center into his member with each pump until they found the perfect rhythm. Both pumping into each other going to the state of pure bliss Amber screamed out and as she did Mike’s seed shot deep into her belly collapsing on top of Amber he laid still for a moment breathing heavily, “I love you Amber” he said in a husky tone. She finally said it back “I love you Mike.”

It all started when I was vacationing in New York for my spring break from university. I was really excited to see the big city and sleep in a nice luxurious bed after sleeping in dorms for the last seven months. The Hotel was called the X and I had a two room suite with a large bathroom that had a shower that doubled as a Jacuzzi and had a fluffy queen sized bed. I was hoping to not have to sleep in that bed alone if you know what I mean. I figured I would check in and do myself up, short blond hair spiked in a long faux hawk, topped with my usual flat brimmed hat, a brightly colored polo and a pair of loosely tight skinnies, and head out to the local gay scene and see if I could find a one night stand. I mean what else are our college years for right?

As it happened, I never made it to the room before meeting someone. I had just checked in and was going to check out the room before lugging my bag all the way to the room. I was on the 10th floor which happened to be the top floor. As I was walking to the elevator I noticed a girl, about my age dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a black “artfully ripped” tee-shirt. I was immediately attracted to this girl and walked a little faster to ensure I would be on the same elevator as this beautiful young woman. I knew she was beautiful even without seeing her face yet, it was obvious from the smooth sensual way she walked, they way her hips swayed and her skin moved with the motion of her walk. I wanted her and I was going to get her.

She arrived at the elevator ahead of me and I quickly stepped into the elevator with her with an uncontrollable smile that it was empty except for her. I leaned closer to her to press the button for my floor and could smell her skin and hair. She smelled better than anything I had ever encountered. I was also right about her being beautiful. She had almond shaped eyes that were the perfect mixture of brown, gold and green, and naturally pouted lips that just begged to be bitten. I had to control myself; I would never get anywhere jumping this girl I didn’t even know.

“Hey, I’m Erica,” I said slightly smiling looking into her eyes (It was hard NOT to look into her beautiful eyes).

She seemed surprised at my speaking almost like she was as entranced by me as I was by her. “Hi, I’m Kacie,” she replied shyly.

“Your floor?” I asked when I noticed that the only button that had been pressed was for the 10th floor. I secretly was hopping she was on my floor so maybe I could “accidentally” forget my key at midnight and need to sleep somewhere for the night.

Startled again Kacie replied “No I’m on the 10th floor too” I smiled to myself at this as the elevator doors closed. I immediately felt the electric charge in the air as I was left alone in a small elevator with the most attractive person I had ever seen. I looked out of the corner of my eye at her, looking at the curves of her body that her jeans and ripped shirt showed off. The shirt also showed several patches of bare skin that was driving me crazy. All I wanted was to kiss and bite at that skin claiming every inch of it as mine. Then I noticed it, she was wearing a rainbow bracelet. That was all the invitation I needed.

“So what are you doing in New York?” I asked

“Just on vacation for the break”

“Alone?” I asked trying not to let the hopeful tone betray me too much but still showing her I was definitely interested.

She looked down and smiled replying with “Yes….”

“Me too” I replied coolly “I was thinking about hitting up the gay scene tonight do you know anything about it here?” I asked slightly leaning toward her.

“I actually don’t, I was thinking of checking it out too” she replied.

I took a step closer to her examining her shirt “this is really cool, where did you get it?” I asked lightly touching the material where it covered her sides. She seemed to shiver slightly under my touch and it made me want her even more.

She closer her eyes for a moment after the shudder passed and finally replied “I actually made it.”

I acted surprised and examined the shirt closer boldly running my hands over the shirt and consequently her body lightly.

“Really, this is great” I exclaimed but she didn’t hear me. She was staring into my eyes, leaning into me. I looked into her eyes, my hands still resting on her amazing body. Just with that look I fell in love, I felt the need to show her how I felt, not just in a lusting way but also love. I saw the need in her eyes too as she lightly bit her lip looking up at me.

I pulled her in to my gently and lifted her chin to kiss her. She didn’t refuse so I began to kiss her. Soon both of us wanted each other badly. There were still 6 floors left until ours. I pushed her roughly against the elevator wall and pinned her hands above her head. She grinned at me and playfully snapped her teeth close to my nose.

“Uh uh uhh, none of that missy. I’LL be the one in control here,” I said with a slight growl in my voice. The wanting in her eyes grew with every word from me and I knew this was going to be amazing.

I started to kiss her again slightly roughly nibbling at her bottom lip. She struggled slightly against my hands but I held them still above her head. Making her in my control, claiming her as mine to take. I started to kiss and nibble down her jaw, to behind her ear. A slight sigh escaped her lips that could have been my name. This sent me into frenzy as I started biting down her neck leaving red bite marks all over it.

The elevator suddenly stopped and the lights went out. The elevator had gotten stuck. I grinned at Kacie as she grinned back at me and I continued to feverishly bite and kiss her neck as her breath began to come heavier. I suddenly stripped off her black shirt and placer her hands behind her head to pin them without having to use my hands. She complied grinning lustily.

I continued kissing her lips and neck as my hands started to roam her newly exposed chest torso that were only hinted at under that shirt. She was absolutely beautiful. Her breasts were the perfect size and made me even hotter for her than I was already. My hands lightly trialed down her neck, down her chest lightly to the side of one breast and down her side while the other trailed in between her breasts. A quiet moan escaped Kacie’s lips and I pushed even more into her wanting to touch her with every part of my body. One hand trailed down her stomach and into the front of her pants.

She gasped and finally took her hands from behind her head and pulled off my shirt. She placed her hands on my shoulders and lightly scratched at them as my hand moved closer to her wanting pussy. I growled lowly with need and she scratched harder. I pushed my hand farther into her pants and undid her jeans with the other hand. I could feel her now; I traced circles around her pussy staying away from her clit. Teasing her. I could see that she wanted me badly. Her hands began to move over my body. Caressing my bare skin in the way only a woman can. I finally ran a finger over the length of her pussy ending at her clit and slightly leaning into my hand putting more pressure on it. She gasped and arched her back.

I smiled and began to focus on pleasuring her clit as I went back to kissing and biting at her neck and mouth. Small whimpers escaped her lips as I gently began to put more pressure on her clit my leaning into my hand or off of my hand. I could feel how turned on she was. I gently entered her with a finger and began to work it in and out of her slightly roughly enjoying knowing that I was inside of her in such an intimate way. She moaned lowly and I growled at the sound. I needed her NOW. I pulled her jeans off her quickly and she stripped mine off.

We fell around the elevator clumsily laughing breathlessly needing each other as soon as possible. I pinned her against a wall again and caressed her now bare chest. Her breast felt amazing the perfect size and she seemed to love the way I touched them and gently bit and kissed them. My other hand went back to alternating between caressing her clit and entering a finger into her.

She started to breathe even heavier and scratched down my back producing blood in some places. I growled and started to kiss down her body, from her breast to her stomach that had an adorable belly button piercing and to just over her pussy. I kissed he gently and moved down further breathing through my mouth so she could feel my warm breath on her most sensitive area.

I moved to lick her clit but instead teased her by licking up her right thigh. She groaned slightly and I grinned finally liking and kissing her pussy. Gently biting and pulling at her pussy lips swollen with need. The rested her hands on the back of my head tangling her fingers in my short hair. I flicked her clit with my tongue lightly and her hips thrust involuntarily towards me pushing my tongue inside of her. I started to insert a finger into her as I licked circles around her needing clit. Her breathing grew heavier and heaven eventually she was moaning breathlessly. She was almost over the edge I could tell. I stopped suddenly and asked her “are you mine?”

“Yes” she moaned “I’m all yours, Erica. Take me, send me over the edge make me cum in this elevator”

I licked her one last time slowly and roughly and she dropped into my arms breathlessly moaning my name over and over as the climax over took her and her back arched and muscles tensed then relaxed into a blissful state.

We just sat there mostly naked on the floor of the elevator for a few hours, cuddled up to each other, enjoying just being close to the one we loved. We did love each other and we both knew that.

I was a junior at an Ivy League school when I enrolled in his class. I am somewhat proud of my thick red hair, slender shoulders, and small waist, but I melt if I see a man enjoying the sight of my exceptionally wide hips and large backside. I like to wear clothes that show off my rear end and its enormous curves, and I have to admit that my big butt needs a lot of attention to make me happy.

So I was interested when I saw the professor had posted an ad asking for a Teacher’s Assistant. I signed up and went to meet him in his office for an interview. I wore a thin, delicate blouse, and a clinging, light pink skirt, to show off my best features as I entered his office and prepared to talk with him one on one for the first time.

In his office, I deliberately turned away from him to hang up my jacket, and took a moment to show him the full size of my big ass, and to make it jiggle a little for him as I fumbled with my coat. I swayed a little side to side to make sure he was looking right at my huge rump until I finally got my jacket hung and I turned to face him. I could see he was staring right at my big, wide hips and I smiled and said, “Hello.”

“Hello Emily,” he answered with that sweet voice. “Have a seat, won’t you.”

I turned a little so he could see my giant bottom and I said, teasingly, “I already have one, sir.” I patted my own huge butt.

He laughed. “Yes, of course you do. And a lovely one it is. But I was hoping you might sit down.”

I blushed at the compliment. I was hoping he was a “Big Butt” man of course, and that I had been right about him watching my big, fat rump jiggle when I walked. I still couldn’t tell for sure. I took a moment to straighten my skirt and I sat down across from his desk.

“Well Emily, let me tell you what I am looking for, “ he said. “I am part of a group of Ancient History fanatics, as well as being a professor, and we are trying to create an accurate role play historically to represent various eras of history. We have bought an old farmhouse and turned it into a castle of sorts, and we are missing a few types of people to create the realism we need.”

I was very interested. “So you would need me to play a role of some kind. What sort of role would that be?”

“Well, Emily, to put it delicately, I would be portraying an early Egyptian King and I am looking for a lovely young lady to be my slave girl. I understand if this would not appeal to you,” he said a little nervously.

I almost moaned with pleasure at the thought of this. I would be his slave girl!

“Of course, we would need you to try on the costume,” he added, “and the slave role is quite demanding, but otherwise I think you would be perfect. Do you have any interest?”

I stood up and said quickly, “Yes, I do. May I try on the costume? I’d like to see how I look in it.”

“Yes,” he answered, “I have it right here in the closet.” He smiled broadly as he examined the size of my rear end. He handed me a small silk bundle for me to try on. “Would you like me to help you put it on correctly? I’d be happy to, “ he said, looking at my huge ass the whole time.

“That would be helpful, yes,” I answered as I slipped out of my skirt, and unbuttoned my blouse. I stood before him in my bra and panties as he walked around me examining my curves and pausing for a while behind me to take in the sight of my giant rump clad only in my little silk panties.

He patted my big bottom gently a few times and watched it jiggle as he touched it, and said,

“Your backside is absolutely perfect for this. The slaves were often known for the wonderfully large size of their derrieres.” I blushed. “Would you mind being naked, as I dress you? It would be ideal,” he said as I shivered with excitement. I stripped down and now stood before him completely naked, this handsome professor, staring at me. I could feel the fat on my large butt jiggle every time I moved a little, much to his delight. He took his time unwrapping the little silk bundle I was to wear.

He wrapped the thin silk ties around my breasts, lightly touching me on my neck and shoulders, but careful not to fondle me. The silk barely covered my breasts, but it kept them somewhat concealed. He pulled a thicker silk tie over my stomach and through my thighs, sliding it between my enormous jiggling butt cheeks and pulling on it until he attached it to the silk around my neck. My huge, shaking butt was completely exposed in this outfit! He ran his hand down the small of my back and again gently patted my large rump as he said, “The fit is perfect. You look absolutely lovely in it.” This was the entire slave outfit. I felt beautiful in it!

“Would you mind bending over my desk so I can see how well you can move in this outfit? I’d like to see how it looks as you move, “ he said with that wonderful voice. I obeyed and bent over his desk, my gigantic butt shaking as I showed him all of it from that position. “Very, very good, “ he said as he caressed the jiggling fat on my bottom and ran his hand over my curves. “Now stand up, please.”
Again I obeyed. I was getting into the role already.

“Now the next part of the costume is optional for you, and will be your choice, but this particular Egyptian king had his slave wear an iron collar, with her wrists and ankles shackled to some degree, and kept her on a leash most of the time,” he said looking at me and waiting for my reaction. “That would be most realistic, of course.”

I smiled at him, my heart fluttering with excitement as I said, “Yes, I think I should wear the chains and collar. I want to be realistic. May I try them on? I hope you have them handy.”

“Yes, I have them in my desk, “ he answered smiling. He pulled out a collar and locked it around my neck, and placed shackles with chains on my wrists and ankles as I moaned with delight. He stared at me for a long while.

“This particular king was obsessed with the enormous size of a slave girl’s rear end, and wouldn’t even consider keeping a slave unless her butt was enormous and jiggled as she walked and moved. You are truly perfect for this role, Emily. I have noticed that, while you have a very slender waist, you have the biggest butt of all the girls in class. I have watched it jiggle as you walk out of my classroom each day.”

I knew it! I stood there in my little slave outfit, my huge ass exposed, locked in shackles, and began breathing a little heavy with pleasure as I felt his eyes on me. Then he surprised me by giving my huge butt a good smack! SMACK! I felt the fat on my heavy bottom jiggle for a while after that slap. I moaned out loud.

“Very good Emily, “ he said. “We have a long weekend coming up and I would like you to come to our castle and begin learning about your role, in costume. I will show you your small kennel cage, and the various wooden posts to which you will be leashed, and the place you will be shackled when the townspeople meet and all the rest. If it works out, you may wish to spend the entire summer at the castle. I think you will be wonderful. Oh and you may spend a certain amount of time chained and leashed to an iron loop at the head of my bed. Would that be a problem? Feel free to say no, if that is how you feel.”

I nearly buckled from joy. I was going to be the professor’s slave! I wanted to stay in my costume forever, showing him my big butt and having my bottom smacked by him! I said YES! YES! I wanted to be leashed to his bed! Well, the long weekend is coming up, so I need to get dressed for my king. I can’t wait! Bye for now…

I am a very lucky girl. The kid is at camp, and the spouse went to visit his Mommy this weekend. I took this opportunity to cross a few things off my “To Do” list (sadly, you are still on it), and booked an appointment for a facial at my favorite spa.

My regular aesthetician worked her magic, and I was extremely relaxed after only a few minutes. She took her customary leave to let the various potions do their thing on my skin, and I was left in the room, alone with my imagination and the creepy new age music.

I sensed someone at the foot of the table, and I opened my eyes to see you sitting on the stool with a big grin on your face. I wanted to question your presence, but it was so welcome that I dared not for fear you would disappear. You removed the covers and pulled me to the edge of the table. Hoisting my legs to your shoulders, you were just about to demonstrate your mean pussy eating skills when my facial lady reappeared, and it became obvious you had been a dream. Shit!

I spent the rest of the day thinking about you, wondering what your tongue would have felt like between my legs.

Later that evening, I ventured to my favorite porn site and did some reading. I also worked on a few pieces of my own that are in progress. Both reading and writing get me hot, so I decided an interlude under the bathtub faucet was in order. You once told me you’d really like to see that.

I stripped off my pajamas, the striped shorts with the navy blue whales, and the solid blue top. [It takes some guts to wear whales but, then again, I am a size six.] I turned the faucet on, scooted my ass under the stream, and positioned my feet on the wall.

One nice thing about this method is the variability of the water. That is, it doesn’t just come out of the faucet in a steady stream. It jumps around a little, which results in it teasing my clit, just like a man might. This prolongs the buildup, improving the quality of the resulting orgasm.

I was planning to do the stop and start trick, optimally letting go on the 10th, but I was too turned on to get past three. When I blew, it was unbelievable, and so awesome to be able to scream the way I really wanted to. I imagined your reaction had you been here, and sighed heavily contemplating your absence.

I started wondering what we would be doing if you were here. For sure, you would be pretty turned on watching my show. I imagined you perched on the edge of the tub, reaching down to caress one of my tits, maybe kissing me once or twice. By the time I let go, your cock would already be in your hand. You’d help me out of the tub, dry me off, take my hand and lead me down the hall to the bedroom. We’d get into bed and I’d lie naked on top of you, pressing our bodies together while we kissed.

I would decide before too long that it was time to pleasure you, and I would kiss a trail all over your body. This trail would go everywhere except where you wanted it most, and when you objected I’d tell you you’d thank me later. In fact, I might even produce restraints from my nightstand to make sure you never forgot the experience.

Once you were tied up, you’d make quite the picture. Your amazing body would be on display for me to admire, and your cock would stand straight up, demanding my attention. Ignoring it, I might lick your nipples, kiss your face, position my wet snatch over your mouth, or distract you in any number of other ways from what you wanted most.

Finally I’d take your growing dick in my hand and begin licking it ever so lightly, causing you to moan in frustration. I’d ignore your protests and keep to my own maddeningly slow pace. I would not be rushed.

I might interrupt myself to lick your balls, causing you to moan involuntarily. Or maybe, just maybe, I’d give in. I’d use my right hand to slide your throbbing cock into my mouth, little by little, gently squeezing your balls in my left. While you were inside, I would draw all over you with my tongue. I’d take my mouth off and lick your underside, and you’d go wild. “Please, baby – please make me come,” you’d beg.

“I will,” I’d reply. “Be patient.”

I’d resume tonguing your cock and squeezing your balls, which were getting bluer by the moment, but I’d also squeeze your steel, making it even bigger and harder. Impossibly, you’d tell me you were getting close. God – you are such a pushover! “Come for me, baby. I want to taste you.”

I’d keep working on your cock with my hand, lowering my mouth to the perfect spot to take your sweet cum, until you let loose. I’d feel your balls contract, and hear your moan, and swallow every bit of your amazing juice.

Meanwhile, back in my house, I got out of the tub and realized I wasn’t done. As many times as I’ve employed this method, I’ve never gotten out of the tub and continued in bed, but this is exactly what I did. Because the water had washed away all my juices, I grabbed a finger full of lube and started rubbing my clit. I was so turned on, I kept saying “Oh, fuck” as I stroked myself, alone in my king-size bed. I never felt so out of control, and I liked it. It didn’t take long before a shattering orgasm overcame me, and my screams echoed through my big, empty house. Wish you were here…