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Authors: Elle Dawson
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themselves in the mirror so critically? Do we all share a commonality of insecurity? Do we all simply try to hold it all together with a Superwoman’s cape?
I think that we probably do.
We all have layers of our personalities that are sculpted by our life experiences. We all have The Bitch in Our Head, who needles at us and attempts to hold us back. We all have hopes and dreams as well as the doubts and fears that try to keep us from them.
“Hope is the only thing stronger than fear .” The Hunger Game quote comes into my mind.
I look at Rebecca, feeling my face soften with compassion. “I can’t imagine anyone more perfect to share that experience with than you.”
We sit in silence for a moment, not an uncomfortable one as the subject matter might call for. I love my friends so much for that acceptance, for being open to whatever is needed in my life. A tear falls down my cheek, and I glance around and say “Hell, I’ll screw all of you!” just to break the ice. We all laugh and the moment is over. Amy begins to share her red bag stories, and we are soon enthralled with the nights of passion she and her husband have shared.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Her blond hair hangs into my face as she raises herself above me, looking down into my face. “You’re lovely,” she says and leans down to touch her lips to mine. The softness of her mouth is my undoing, and I ease my arms around her, deepening the kiss. Her tongue enters my mouth and meets mine as her hips begin a gentle grind into me. She rotates and circles them as our pubic bones mesh together.
“Open your legs,” she says , and I do as she bids. She begins a downward descent, lips and tongue tracing a path down my body. Between my legs, she stops and, gazing into my eyes, allows her mouth to descend. She watches my face contort into ecstasy as her tongue meets my flesh. She grins at me, a one-sided tilt of her mouth and her eyes narrow into a look that is beyond sexy. She lowers her tongue again, this time twirling it around my clitoris and then licking down to slip inside. She continues this path … twirl, down, inside, up, twirl … over and over.
“I can’t believe you’ve never allowed a woman to kiss you like this,” she whispers. “Are you glad that you are allowing me?”
I nod my head a quick yes and then throw it back as she pushes her tongue inside me once again. With her hands, she widens my legs, pushing my thighs upward to allow her easier access.
“Hold onto your knees,” she requests, and I do as she says. The twirl, down, in, up continues, and she slips her hands beneath my bottom. She lifts me up, and then allows her tongue to move lower. Oh my … down past the perineum and down, to circle the puckered flesh of my ass.
“No!” I moan but she ignores me and her tongue pushes into me … there. Oh yes … the sensation is pure evil, so unexpected yet so … good. Oh my … she moves her tongue in and out of this tight, tight entrance and I realize I don’t want her to stop.
“Yes!” I breathe and I feel her mouth grin against me, as she realizes my total submission. I’ll do anything she wants now … anything at all, if only she will continue this ministration. Both hands are in her hair, urging her not to stop. She finally raises her head and moves up onto her knees, kneeling between my legs. She inserts her pinky finger into her mouth and then lowers it to where her mouth had been. She circles that tight hole and begins the slow process of pressing it inside. I began to fill up, squeezing her small digit with my tightness, feeling the tiniest bit of pain. She brings two fingers of her other hand to her mouth and sucks on those fingers too, and then slowly and deliberately lowers them until they are barely inside of my sex. I’m filled up … everywhere and soon those two fingers join the rhythm of the one below and I’m overflowing with sensation and my climax is immediate.
The gentle hand on my shoulder awakens me
I think that we probably do.
We all have layers of our personalities that are sculpted by our life experiences. We all have The Bitch in Our Head, who needles at us and attempts to hold us back. We all have hopes and dreams as well as the doubts and fears that try to keep us from them.
“Hope is the only thing stronger than fear .” The Hunger Game quote comes into my mind.
I look at Rebecca, feeling my face soften with compassion. “I can’t imagine anyone more perfect to share that experience with than you.”
We sit in silence for a moment, not an uncomfortable one as the subject matter might call for. I love my friends so much for that acceptance, for being open to whatever is needed in my life. A tear falls down my cheek, and I glance around and say “Hell, I’ll screw all of you!” just to break the ice. We all laugh and the moment is over. Amy begins to share her red bag stories, and we are soon enthralled with the nights of passion she and her husband have shared.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Her blond hair hangs into my face as she raises herself above me, looking down into my face. “You’re lovely,” she says and leans down to touch her lips to mine. The softness of her mouth is my undoing, and I ease my arms around her, deepening the kiss. Her tongue enters my mouth and meets mine as her hips begin a gentle grind into me. She rotates and circles them as our pubic bones mesh together.
“Open your legs,” she says , and I do as she bids. She begins a downward descent, lips and tongue tracing a path down my body. Between my legs, she stops and, gazing into my eyes, allows her mouth to descend. She watches my face contort into ecstasy as her tongue meets my flesh. She grins at me, a one-sided tilt of her mouth and her eyes narrow into a look that is beyond sexy. She lowers her tongue again, this time twirling it around my clitoris and then licking down to slip inside. She continues this path … twirl, down, inside, up, twirl … over and over.
“I can’t believe you’ve never allowed a woman to kiss you like this,” she whispers. “Are you glad that you are allowing me?”
I nod my head a quick yes and then throw it back as she pushes her tongue inside me once again. With her hands, she widens my legs, pushing my thighs upward to allow her easier access.
“Hold onto your knees,” she requests, and I do as she says. The twirl, down, in, up continues, and she slips her hands beneath my bottom. She lifts me up, and then allows her tongue to move lower. Oh my … down past the perineum and down, to circle the puckered flesh of my ass.
“No!” I moan but she ignores me and her tongue pushes into me … there. Oh yes … the sensation is pure evil, so unexpected yet so … good. Oh my … she moves her tongue in and out of this tight, tight entrance and I realize I don’t want her to stop.
“Yes!” I breathe and I feel her mouth grin against me, as she realizes my total submission. I’ll do anything she wants now … anything at all, if only she will continue this ministration. Both hands are in her hair, urging her not to stop. She finally raises her head and moves up onto her knees, kneeling between my legs. She inserts her pinky finger into her mouth and then lowers it to where her mouth had been. She circles that tight hole and begins the slow process of pressing it inside. I began to fill up, squeezing her small digit with my tightness, feeling the tiniest bit of pain. She brings two fingers of her other hand to her mouth and sucks on those fingers too, and then slowly and deliberately lowers them until they are barely inside of my sex. I’m filled up … everywhere and soon those two fingers join the rhythm of the one below and I’m overflowing with sensation and my climax is immediate.
The gentle hand on my shoulder awakens me
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