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Hot Lesbian Fantasy
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HOT LESBIAN FANTASY
Long, long ago, back in April/May of 1988 I wrote a story about a
lesbian fantasy. Back then I had never had a lesbian experience,
and it was simply that... a fantasy. I never finished the story
because of two things: first, I lost access to a computer (at
least as often as I had it before), and then I lived out the
majority of my fantasy that same August... almost right down to
the description of the woman in question.
At long last, I have access to a computer and time to finish the
story, for those of you who wanted to finish reading it. I have
also consolidated all the parts so it is one story. Enjoy!
I'm going to tell everybody about my lesbian fantasy... get
set... because if you've ever read a fantasy about lesbianism
between women, you men may find this a little too tame for you..
If you have a vivid imagination, you're in for a real treat for
your mind's eye!
I'm lying in bed, looking as beautiful as I possibly can.
Remember this is a fantasy, so even though I don't look like a
gorgeous movie star, I can imagine that I do. I'm wearing only
pale pink and white satin, consisting of a pair of pale pink
stockings with white lace garters, a pink lace push-up bra (very
see through) and over that I'm wearing a long, pale pink satin
robe with white satin trim (I'm trying to make it so you picture
it as I do). My bed is a four-poster with white satin sheets and
big fluffy pillows. There is no blanket on it (won't be needing
it in the way).
I'm lazily watching clips of the sexiest scenes between women
that I've ever seen (very erotic, but no hard-core sex) with the
sound turned off and listening to Morris Day and the Time doing
the song "If The Kid Can't Make You Cum, Nobody Can" on a very
expensive, streamline stereo, which is hidden in a cabinet built
into the wall.
A tall, very slim, physically fit woman comes in. She has long,
dark brown hair and deep green eyes. She moves like warm honey
on a glass table-top and she's wearing nothing but a black satin
robe and a matching teddy. She makes you think of nothing but
enfolding yourself in her sex and staying there. She is sexier
than Darryl Hannah, and more beautiful than Catharine Deneuve.
She has a great deal of sexual experience and she is the epitome
of desire and grace.
She comes over to me and sits on the edge of the bed. I look at
her with anticipation for what we are about to do. I get up and
turn down the stereo, and then turn off the video machine. I put
a slow saxophone tune on a long-playing tape cassette, and then
sit next to her. Neither of us says anything.
She puts her hand on my shoulder and slowly begins to caress my
arm. Her hand feels like silk brushing against my skin. She
bends to kiss my shoulder, and her long, dark hair brushes across
my face. It smells of warm, late spring and is very shiny, soft
and clean, waving slightly like a mid-summer lake surface. I
move toward her and begin bestowing upon her little tiny kisses
on her neck and shoulder, removing the robe from her as I move
down to her arm, leaving the cloth hanging slightly from her
elbow. I move my way back up to her neck again, as she does the
same.
We join together in a warm, deep and moist kiss that feels like a
swim in a warm pool. It feels so soft and comfortable to be
kissing this beautiful woman. She has long, sculpted fire-engine
red fingernails and she runs them lightly over my arm and
occasionally slips them down to my thigh. She smells so good and
I feel so fine, and I twitch a bit in anticipation of the
activities to take place very soon.
We break our embrace and move up on the bed, lounging on our
sides, facing each other. Her hair flows over her shoulder and
cascades across her eye. She is thinking about what she wants to
do with me first... I can only lay and look into those green eyes
and wonder what she has in store for me this night. What new
twists to our pleasure will there be?
She pulls on the satin belt of my robe and (this is a fantasy,
remember) the belt slips out and dissolves into thin satin ropes,
falling into four pieces of about 18 inches each. I know what
she wants to do with me, and I shiver with excitement, as I feel
the heat growing between my legs with ever-increasing pulses of
my heart. She guides me like water on glass, over to the centre
of the bed. I lie on my back, but she says to turn over. As I
do, she removes the robe from me. Now I'm on my front and I can
barely see her as I have my face in the shimmering sheets. She
takes each of my hands and ties them firmly, but not roughly, to
the nearest corresponding post of the bed. She slowly caresses
my back with her hands, scraping her nails ever so lightly across
my back as she moves toward my legs.
She knows just how sensitive my thighs are, and the backs of my
legs. She does not touch them until they are also securely
attached at the ankle to the posts of the bed. I wait for her to
tickle the back of my legs, but first she surprises me and whips
my back with her hair. It is exquisite torture as an appetizer
for what will come.
She spends at least 15 minutes teasing my back with her tresses
and making my skin tingle with the level of arousal that seems to
not reach its height until she brings her face down and kisses my
spine... very... slowly.
She knows the last thing I want is to hurry. We could be at this
for the entire night, but she wants to do more for me. She moves
to the dresser and I know that something is waiting there... a
surprise... who knows what it may be... and the anticipation
builds.
I look with trepidation toward the bureau, where my fantasy woman
looks in and seems to be looking for something. Her face
registers discovery as she roots in the drawer and finds what she
has been searching for. Hiding whatever it is from my view, she
turns to me and tells me it's a new toy... something we haven't
used before.
I become quite curious, as I'm sure you readers must be. She
puts what she has down on the floor and keeps in her hand a silk
sleep mask, which she puts on my face so I can't see anything.
That heightens my excitement, as you may imagine. I hear the
sound of a motor and feel something on my body. It seems like
spinning gauze as it's so light and feathery, but it didn't
tickle. I got scratched oh-so-slightly by this new toy. The
scratching adds to the sense that I'm in for something very new
and very different. I feel like I have tendrils with little
sharp edges on them running amok on my spine!!!
I'm a person who, when horny enough, can really get into my skin
being scratched or bitten enough to bring a start to my system.
I enjoy this no end as my level of excitement builds into a
frenzy!! I writhe on the bed, still face down, with no sight and
no mobility and suddenly the scratches stop and she bends to me
and starts whipping me with her soft, dark hair again - just very
lightly... enough to let me know that she isn't being cruel by
teasing me like this, just adventurous.
Now she slowly kisses my back and works her way down to my ass.
She delights me by telling me how nice and smooth it is, and how
much she loves the taste of my skin. She licks the scratches to
keep them from burning and says she feels bad about making marks
on my white skin. I tell her she can make it up to me. She
softly shushes me and I say nothing more.
She leaves the bed and puts away the unidentified toy, returning
to me, taking off the blindfold. Her robe and teddy are gone and
she sits in front of my face, with her beautiful legs spread on
each side of me. I try to reach them with my mouth, but they're
just too far!!
She tells me that it's time for some real fun. I don't have long
to wait to find out what she means. She bends down to my left
arm and produces a scissors from her teddy. She'd had them
hidden in a small pocket inside the fabric. She cuts my bonds
loose, but only on my arms, and this allows more freedom, but I
still can't turn over. I bend upwards and kiss her thigh. She
grabs me by the hair and lifts me up to her face... not too
roughly, jut firmly so I know she means business. She begins to
kiss me lightly, melting my mouth into hers, but by now I'm so
hot I kiss her back with urgency and lust like I haven't
experienced in quite some time! I taste every corner of her
mouth, which smells faintly like mint. A I do, I caress her
thighs and stop.
I look into her face, silently asking if I can continue. Her
eyes are closed, and I know that I can proceed, but she'll likely
stop me from going too far... for now. I raise my hands to her
shoulders and caress them lightly before going to the object of
my desire. She has the most beautiful breasts. They are white
like virginal snow, and I long to touch them. They are of medium
size, and shaped like rounded eggs; firm, but yielding to the
touch. They taste of rosemilk and are soft as rose petals. Her
nipples are fifty-cent piece-sized and dark as chocolate. They
are perfectly round and the nipples by this point are hard like
the eraser-tip of a pencil.
I reach out and touch a nipple and feel her shiver, as my hands
were a bit chilly from lack of circulation while I'd been bound.
I touch them, but I can't taste them, which is what I really want
to do. I strain against the ties on my legs, but they won't
bring me further than within an inch of her beautiful, tasty
breasts. I settle for feeling the weight of them in my palm...
of kneading them in my hands and tweaking the nipples until they
are solid as granite. I twist the little brown buttons as I
would twist a cute tail, and apply a great deal of pressure to
them. She truly enjoyed this.
Those breasts are so smooth and soft, like pillows of silk, and
just the right weight in my hands. She croons to me about how
much she likes my hands to be firm with her tits. She point-
blank asks me to really knead them. She wants me to be rough
with her and I am only too happy to comply! I pull at those
nipples as if I'm going to pull them off, and twist them as if I
want them to break off the end of her beautiful globes. I make
the flesh pink as the blood rushes to the surface of them and
then she bends toward me in order for me to taste them.. bliss!!
This is what I really want. They taste warm and soft and so
pliable to my tongue. I wet the nipples and put them into my
mouth, one at a time. She breathes a little more heavily at my
ministrations, and I take that as encouragement to continue with
more fervour.
I lick her little knobs of tit-flesh and scrape my teeth against
them, teasing the surface. I'm having the time of my life and
really getting off on her pleasure. I then bite down hard on her
left nipple and hear her cry out, gasping air into her lungs as
she feels my teeth clamping down on her areola and pulling toward
the nerves right at the tip of her nipple. Then I ease up and
lick it again, letting her relax for a moment before repeating
the process on the other breast. Her right nipple is a little
larger, so when I bite down, she yelps from the feeling, but does
not move to stop me, so I know she's enjoying it as much as I
enjoy doing it to her.
Then I disengage my mouth from her breasts and begin to lick
under them and reach down as far as I can while still being tied
to the bed face down at the feet, and try to reach her belly
button with my tongue but to no avail. She'd planned well,
because she knows that the more excited I get, the more I want to
do.
I try to reach up to her mouth again with my mouth, but she opens
her eyes and stands out of my reach off to the side of the bed.
She scolds me for being so impatient, but instead of punishing me
by leaving the room with the ties still on, she comes over to me
and asks me if I want to be untied, so she can continue what she
started. I ask her what she's going to do specifically, and she
just smiles and says that if I have to know all at once, then
perhaps she had better make me wait.
She leaves the room suddenly leaving me uncovered and curious as
hell for what seems like ages, but was only a few minutes. When
she returns, she is carrying the sleep mask and puts it over my
eyes again. She instructs me to just relax and let her do what
she pleases, noting that whatever she does, she is sure I will
take pleasure in it.
I submit to the eye covers and feel her untying my ankle bonds.
I'm tempted to pounce on her and ravage her right there, but I
can't see where she is, and I'm curious as to what she could
possibly have in mind. I feel myself being turned over. She
places me on my back and runs her hair over my breasts slightly.
This makes my skin tingle, which she knows it will, and then she
ties be back up on that side, with my face upwards.
I want so much to see what she is doing, but I don't dare. I
hear the buzz of something electric, like a razor, and I twitch
with new anticipation. It could be that thing again, or... it's
a vibrator, metal, by the cold touch of it on my stomach. She
has it on strong and fast, and it fully awakens any senses that
might have been left sleeping at this point. After five minutes
(I think) of this, she stops and moves the vibrator down my legs,
moving to the inner thigh and she KNOWS how sensitive that area
is to me.
I twitch and writhe uncontrollably from the attentions she gives
me. I start to say something to her, but realize if I do, she'll
stop. I twist so much that I think I'll surely break loose my
bonds, but they remain holding fast and tight. I can feel my
juices dripping down the crack of my ass onto the bed.
I figure she'll tease me some more before doing anything with the
long neglected part of me that longs for attention, but luckily,
that is not the case. She teases the bare edge of my sex with
the vibrator and then she applies it directly to the centre of my
sexual nerve endings. The rosebud end of my clit is slippery
with my nectar of arousal. She applies the vibrator directly to
it, and holds it there, lightly touching it, which sends a
feeling through me that is so strong it's like an electric shock,
it has so much intensity.
I feel her move it around a little, but she won't take if off my
pleasure-button for more than a second. I grab at the air,
looking for something to squeeze, but find nothing. I gasp,
taking in the pleasurable feelings for about two minutes, before
I explode in an overabundance of sexual tension which washes over
me like a bucket of cold water being thrown on me on a summer
day.... needed and refreshing.
Immediately she stops applying the vibrator to me and begins to
caress my thighs, my sides, my stomach. I catch my breath for a
moment, and then feel the vibration on my clit again! Once again
I feel the buildup, only faster and less intensely. She waits
until I've had my second orgasm, and then stops again, but only
long enough for me to catch my breath a second time. Then she
does it again! And again! After I've had five orgasms in the
space of about 10 or 15 minutes, and when I feel like telling her
that I've had enough of that for now, I finally hear her turn off
the vibrator and put it aside.
I need to catch my breath again. I want to touch her myself, to
feel her skin and touch her hair. I want to give her pleasure.
I feel movement on the bed, and feel her hands on my hips. She
lightly tickles the dip in the crook of my leg with her
fingernails, and then I feel her breath on the centre of my
pleasure. She plays with my sex with her fingers, pulling the
lips and squeezing them, which feels good in its own way. She
explores every fold and nook and cranny on the outside, giving
special attention to my birthmark (which is in the MOST personal
of places). I feel her hair fall over my thighs and stomach, and
her face against my hip. She seems simply to be watching what
she's doing, and seems to be enjoying it, too.
I feel her weight shift, and suddenly she has her mouth full on
me and voraciously devouring my soaking hole with her tongue
going inside me again and again, and her fingers pumping in and
out of me in rhythm with her tongue. I begin to writhe and moan,
wanting to touch her, to taste her, to return the favour.
Without skipping a beat I feel her shift her weight again, and I
get what I've been wishing for. Her silky smooth thighs suddenly
enclose my head and though I can't see her, I can tell she has
gotten us into a 69 position. She's just out of my reach to
begin with, but keeps on lowering herself, inch by inch. I
strain in my ties to touch her, but I can't reach. I suddenly
come with a jolt and arch my back, and as my head jumps off the
bed with a jerk from my orgasm, my mouth ends up being encased in
her sweet aroma and extremely moist honey-pot, and I want to lick
her clean.
My orgasm subsides, and I immediately begin to devour her. I
indulge in her tasty sexual emissions, and explore with my tongue
every fold and nuance of her pink flower, open to my hungry lips.
I put my tongue inside her, to better gather her nectar, and take
joy in each moan she releases and each wiggle of her body. I
have to reach up and extend my neck to reach what I want, but I
never want to let go. She tastes a little heady and tangy, and
the texture is only the slightest bit gooey. I feel at this
moment that I could live on her juices, giving me sustenance
through the rest of my existence.
But she still hasn't stopped working on me yet, either. She is
still licking at my pussy with her delightful tongue, and I am
still returning the favour. I want to give her some of the
pleasure she had given me. She finally stops what she is doing
and lays against my thigh, breathing on my hip. Her breath comes
in gasps, and her moans get louder. She says words that I can't
hear; moaning encouragement that I can.
She lowers herself a little, to give me better access to her
honey-pot, and I gratefully take advantage of the better
leverage. I lap up her juices as they run down my chin, and mix
with my saliva, since I don't really care how clean a job I do as
long as it gives her pleasure. My lovely lady then begins to
shake and groan, and squeal just a little about how she wants me
to fuck her with my tongue. I know what she really wants is for
me to directly stimulate her clit, so she can cum, because until
now I haven't been doing that.
I grab hold of her little button and hang on for dear life,
running my tongue hard across its tiny little knob of an end, and
sucking on it until my mouth hurts from the pressure. I am
gratified to hear her tell me not to stop. I feel her begin to
buck over my face, hips grinding into my mouth. Her hand grabs
the back of my head and shoves me into her, so that for a moment
I cannot breathe, while she bucks and grinds and groans against
me, telling me how good it is and how much she wants to cum.
Finally, she screams in her ecstasy, her hands clench my hair,
her back arches and her mouth emits guttoral noises that sound
like I've unleashed a thousand different animals inside her. She
finally subsides, lets go of my head and lays down on me, untying
me after a few minutes, and letting me kiss my own essence from
her lips.
She leaves the blindfold on to kiss her taste from me, and then
takes it off me, kissing my eyelids and telling me how much she
enjoyed pleasuring me in that way. We hold one another for a
time, and fall asleep, with the music left on. We have breakfast
together, and finally, she goes out and I am left to put my
things together, get dressed and go home.
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