Consciousness

Consciousness

Written by Virginia Leonard

Leigh stepped out of the cool night air into the hot smoky dance club.  Sweat mixed with smoke and perfume, the combination causing her to feel slightly disoriented and dizzy for a moment.

                She casually dropped the money into the doorkeeper's hand and waited for the stamp while her sharp eyes scanned the room for likely prospects.  Smiling, she pocketed her change and walked to the bar.  "Beer.  The darker and colder the better baby."

                The bartender popped the cap and flipped it into the trash can then handed the bottle to her.  Leigh took a long drink and let her eyes linger on the tall woman as she noticed the way the jeans hugged her ass.  Leigh's blue eyes traveled up her body and stared at the full breasts.  She thought about how nicely they would fit in her mouth, how nicely each of those nipples would feel between her teeth.

                She smiled then turned her back to the bar before she got too carried away.  Bret was nice enough looking but Bret was a he and Leigh had no desire to fuck anyone with a dick.  Leigh leaned against the bar; she had a good view of the entire room.  It was packed.  Saturday nights were always like this, which usually made for easy pickings. 

                It had been months since Leigh last had a woman and she was hungry.  Hungry for the taste of a woman on her tongue, hungry for the feel of a woman surrounding her fingers or pulling her tongue further into the convulsing pussy.  God, she loved women.  She worshipped women, everything about them.  The fight.  The surrender.   The gentleness.  The fire.  All of it.  She loved the way their bodies felt beneath her.  She especially loved the way they jumped as she brought her hand sharply down against the tight skin of their ass while bent over her bed.

                Couples in the corners were entangled in each other with only the layer of clothing between them preventing them from fucking.  She saw women dancing together, moving in a ritual of sex, emotion, wanting, and teasing. Women in a private competition with each other to see who could create the greatest amount of desire in whom.  The corners of Leigh's lips curl up into a slight smile.  She admired the dancers.  They knew exactly what they were doing and reveled in it.  As the night wore on, the bodies would begin to writhe in an orgiastic, surrealistic mosaic that would have made Escher very proud.  Who knew or who cared where one body ended and the other began.

                Leigh had her usual three beers and as she drained the last bottle, the bartender was already there with a cup of hot coffee.  Bret knew her too well and the smile on his lips let her know that he knew exactly what she was up too.  After all, Leigh came in here for only one purpose.

                She could not afford to be fuzzy headed.  The safety of her partner would depend upon Leigh's ability to read every subtle change of her body.  The speeding up or slowing of her breath, whether the fingers and limbs were cold or warm, whether the woman could respond coherently to simple questions such as, "Who owns you now?"

                Bret looked up suddenly and Leigh could tell by the look in his eyes that she needed to turn around.  She was totally unprepared for what she saw.  Standing near the door were two of the most beautiful female creatures she had ever seen.  Each wore black, heeled shoes that lifted and defined their calves into gently rounded curves on long and shapely legs.  Their legs stretched and disappeared beneath short, tight black skirts that while covering their bottoms also accentuated the sensuousness of their firm and rounded asses.  Their shirts were tight, knit tops that hugged obviously firm, flat stomachs then stretched over full, but not too large breasts.

               Leigh had found her victim. 

Both were equally attractive and delicious looking, but one captured her attention more than the other.  Maybe it was her long, straight blonde hair or her bright blue eyes.  Maybe it was the way she seemed more at ease laughing than her companion or maybe it was the way she moved, slinky--catlike--with a grace that gave the appearance of laziness but only served to hide the ferocity that lay untapped within her.  Whatever the reason, she was about to become Leigh's.

                Leigh took a sip of her coffee and watched them over the rim of her mug.  The one with curly blonde hair took the other by the hand and lead her to the dance floor.  Leigh smiled and felt the familiar chill of the hunt run up her spine.  This conquest would be sweet.  She called the waitress over and slipped her a hundred dollar bill.  "See those two that just walked on the dance floor?"

                The waitress nodded.  "I know the one with the curly hair.  That's Leslie but I don't know her friend."

                Leigh smiled.  "Good girl Missy.  You know the routine..."

The waitress interrupted, "I know...set them up with whatever they want...let them know I know you...lived with you...what's left is mine...blah blah blah.  One of these days I'm gonna tell one of your girls that you're a pick ax murderer," grinned Leigh's old roommate.

"You're just jealous I never whipped your bare ass."

"Tease."  Missy turned then walked towards them.  A brief conversation flowed between Missy and Leslie peppered with brief glances back towards Leigh.  Finally, Missy returned to the waitress' station right next to Leigh and whispered that tequila appeared to be the drink of choice.

                "Careful with the amount.  I don't want her incapacitated, just loose."

                Missy looked almost exasperated, "Leigh, how many times have we done this before?  I know what to do."

                "Okay okay."

                Leigh watched them dancing together.  Obviously, they danced with each other quite often and were very good at it.  They moved in unison, one filling the space that the other vacated.  They slid against each other and laced their fingers tightly with one another holding on.  Their eyes stayed locked to the other's and you could have walked on the sexual tension they created. 

                There was an aura about them, a barrier that kept the other women out and at a safe distance.  A barrier that when crossed, threatened to swallow the unsuspecting intruder, to engulf her and never let her go.  Leigh felt the chill bumps rise on her arms and the tiny hairs covering the back of her neck stood up.  She suspected that she had finally met her match.  If it were true, victory would never taste so sweet and the wounds she would no doubt receive...well, she welcomed them.

                They turned to leave the dance floor and as if on cue, a table cleared.  She watched them claim the empty seats and waited for the next round of tequila to be delivered.  They downed the shots, taking the salt from each other's body, then the fiery liquid and finally sharing the sour fruit from each other's mouth. 

In a move, bold even by Leigh's standards, she walked towards them and took her intended by the hand.  "Come with me," was all she said.

                There was no struggle, only a brief, questioning glance back to her companion.  They stepped up on the dance floor and Leigh turned to face her, looking deeply into the ocean blue eyes framed by blonde hair.  Leigh smiled and the woman smiled back.  "Tell me your name."  It was a command not a request.  She may as well get used to that Leigh thought.

                "Casey," she replied without hesitation.

                "Dance."

                To the casual observer, it would have appeared that these two women had danced together many times given the way their bodies stepped off in unison to the beat of the music.  At first, Leigh respected the unseen boundary, the space where her body ended and the other's began but as the beat of the music wove its spell, that boundary began to dissolve, to fade.  She found herself pressed against the back of her partner.

                Their arms were outstretched and Leigh grasped the slender hands of her companion, lifting them up, and behind her head.  At first, Casey resisted but only for a moment.  Leigh felt her begin to relax and actually press further back against her.  Leigh hid her smile, looking instead to the other blonde woman.  Something passed between them, a knowing that one woman had just succeeded in stealing from the other woman a prize that was well worth fighting for.  Their eyes locked until the other woman finally looked away.  Leigh had won this round but the greatest struggle was yet to come.

                Casey turned in Leigh's arms and carefully laid her arms over Leigh's shoulders.  They looked at each other, smiling, with the unspoken thought passing between them--I will be yours, you will be mine.  They came close to kissing several times and each time, it was Leigh that backed away.  Not yet, she thought, that must be earned, saved for later.  Right now Leigh had to make Casey want it enough to go home with her.

                Casey stopped dancing.  "I need a drink."

                They walked over to the table and Casey picked up the shot glass.  "Share one with me?"

                "Sure."  Leigh motioned for the waitress.

                "Fine, you first.  Here."  Leigh took the glass from Casey's hand and watched as the amber liquid was poured, filling it up very near the rim.  Then, Leigh took the piece of lemon, placed it against Casey's neck and drew it up from her shoulder to just beneath the ear leaving a trail of the fruit's nectar behind.  It was quickly covered with a light dusting of salt.

                Leigh slowly took the salt from Casey's neck gently biting the skin before pulling back and whispering in her ear, "I want to hear you when you reach your peak."  She looked into Casey's blue eyes and downed the liquid, feeling it burn in her throat then tried to douse the fire with the yellow, sour fruit. 

                Even in the dark, Leigh could tell that her new companion was flushed.  Maybe from the heat, maybe from the exertion of dancing, or maybe from Leigh's words that had echoed in her ears.  Whatever the reason, Casey was slightly off balance.  Good.  That is precisely what Leigh wanted.

                Casey performed the same ritual for her shot except no words were spoken.  They danced most of the rest of the evening and Leigh did all she could to begin weaving her spell.  Her hands seemingly by accident brushed against Casey, a light pass over her breast or bottom, a gentle squeeze against her hips, whatever it took to draw the young woman closer to her.

                Casey knew nothing about the woman she was dancing with except that the deep blue eyes reached out somehow and wrapped themselves around her.  She found herself staring into them every chance she got, caught up in their penetrating gaze, hypnotic, domineering and demanding yet thoughtful and kind. 

                The evening would soon come to an end and yet those words continued to ring in her head, over and over.  "I want to hear you."  Every time she thought about these words it caused a warmth to begin in her groin and slowly spread out over her.  Insane, she thought.  The woman was a stranger.

                Finally, they both heard last call and they stood still, their rhythm broken by the intrusion of reality.  Casey led the way from the floor and stopped at her table.  Before she could say anything, Leigh laid a hand on her forearm.  "Come home with me."  Again, not a request.

                Leigh saw Casey hesitate and added, "Please."  She looked over at Casey's companion and smiled.  "Don't worry.  I'll make certain she gets home."

                Casey and Leslie exchanged glances and Casey nodded.  "I'll call you tomorrow."

                "You sure?"

                Casey nodded.  "I'm sure."  She leaned over and kissed her friend on the cheek then turned back to face Leigh.  "I'm ready."

                Perhaps, perhaps not, Leigh thought.  She turned and led Case from the smoky bar out into the fresh night air.  They walked in silence to Leigh's car and Casey waited while the door was opened for her.  At the very least, this woman had manners she thought.

                They pulled into the street and Casey suddenly laughed.  "I don't know your name."  Not that it really mattered.  She was drawn to this dark-haired woman.  Something intrigued her and she had to find out what it was.  She sensed a power and a tenderness all tangled up in each other, neither having more strength than the other but sharing an equality that helped form Leigh's identity.

                "Call me Leigh."

                They left the lights of the city and turned down a pitch black gravel road.  Even though Casey had tried to pay attention to where they were, she realized she was totally lost.  This only heightened her imagination and lit the fires of her arousal.  Everything that Leigh had done and was doing played into her fantasy of being kidnapped, taken some place and held against her will then taken forcefully over and over.  A fantasy that had grown stronger from the moment she first confessed this desire to Leslie. 

                Leigh watched Casey from the corner of her eye trying to get a feel for the woman's reactions.  She reached inside the console and pulled a length of soft silk material and held it out towards Casey.  "Cover your eyes."

                Casey looked at it for a moment.  A confusing mix of emotions slammed around inside her.  Her breathing picked up but she could not tell if it was from the fear of what could be happening or the thrill of it.  "No," she stated emphatically. 

                Leigh slammed on the brakes, bringing the convertible to a skidding halt, sending gravel flying out in front of them.  She reached over and opened Casey's door.  "Get out then."

                Casey thought for a moment.  She did have her cell phone and could call for a cab or even Leslie to come find her, which comforted her somewhat.  She chose to stay.  "No."  This time, the voice was a bit softer.

                Leigh reached over and grabbed a hand full of the silky hair and pulled Casey roughly to her.  Her voice dropped to a deep, resonant alto.  "Then you will do as I say."

                Casey whimpered once again not certain if it was from fear or anticipation. 

                Leigh slammed the gears into park and leaned over to crush her lips against the soft lips of the woman trapped in her car.  She pushed her tongue past the noncompliant flesh and began to rape the inner reaches of her captive's mouth, much like she planned to do with her pussy.

                She pulled back and released the grip she had on Casey's hair.  With lips barely touching her new plaything's ear, she whispered, "Now, my sweet, cover your eyes."

                With only the light from the dashboard, Leigh could see the chill bumps beginning to cover Casey's arm and she knew that the surrender was just beginning. 

                Casey slowly raised the cloth to her eyes and tied it tightly around her head.  She sat there, in the dark, in the silence broken only by the sound of Leigh's even breathing.  What had she gotten herself into?  She had to find a way to get free and yet, a tiny part of her had no desire to run--at least not away from this woman.

                She jumped when she felt soft fingers moving down the side of her face.  "Good girl," was whispered in her ear and then she felt the car begin to move and her door slam shut.  She had no clue how long they'd been driving or how many turns they had taken.  For all Casey knew, they'd been driving in circles and could have ended up only a block away from where they started. 

                Occasionally, she would feel fingers reach over and slowly stroke her nipples and she cringed when she felt them harden, almost reaching out to follow the hand when it was taken away.  On other occasions, those same fingers would reach over and startle a yelp burst from her as they closed around the tender flesh, pinching hard, causing her hold her breath.

                The car stopped.  She heard Leigh slip out and seconds later heard her door open.  A hand, strong and confident, reached in and took hers.  "Careful.  I'll lead you, you just hold on."  She was led along a sidewalk and maybe around to the back of a house but she could not be certain.  After a few more steps, Leigh turned and stopped her.  Casey felt her arms being pulled around behind her and before she knew what was happening or could stop it, she felt the metal handcuffs close around and lock over her wrists.  She tried to pull and struggle against the bindings. "Don't.  You'll just hurt yourself," Leigh said.

                "Let me go!"

                Leigh laughed.  "You either do as you’re told or I'll leave you here.  It's up to you."

                Casey ceased to struggle and caught herself leaning into the hand that reached up and caressed the side of her face then very quickly jerked back.  She heard a soft chuckle.

                "Good girl," was all that was said and then the hand and the other woman disappeared.

                Seconds ticked by, then minutes.  Maybe she was not coming back.  Maybe this had all been a big joke, a big, sick, and twisted joke.  Panic began to rise in her throat and just as she was about to scream, the door in front of her opened and Leigh reached out to take Casey by the arm.  Her grip was firm and yet comforting all at once.  Casey stepped over the threshold nearly stumbling as her foot came down on the other side.

                Casey felt hands slide down her leg, lifting her foot and removing her shoes.  Her bare feet landed softly in plush carpeting, thick, with a pile that reached up between her toes and caressed the tender and relatively untouched skin.  She shivered.  What should have tickled did not.  It felt oddly pleasurable, or maybe it did tickle and that was why it felt pleasurable.

                Leigh moved behind her and put her hands on Casey's hips, pushing her forward and further into the room.  She began to speak softly into Casey's ear using a voice that was both soothing and awe inspiring.  "You and I are alone here, aren't we?"

                Casey nodded.

                "I have your hands locked behind your back and your eyes covered.  You really have no way of knowing whether I'll ever let you go or not, do you?  Well, at some point I'll have to but in the meantime, I'm free to do whatever I please to you and there isn't much you can do about it."

                Leigh's breath was hot against Casey's neck and with each syllable, each small burst of warm air against her skin, she felt herself drawn more and more to this woman.  To the fear that she felt, the strength, the confidence, the pure domination that was beginning to take place.  Casey wanted to run, not away from her captor but towards her, to fling herself into the waiting arms of the woman behind her and call out at the top of her lungs that she was exactly where she wanted to be.  And then another voice spoke to her in her head, reminding her that she was handcuffed and blind, trapped in a house with a woman she barely knew.  This was what headlines were made of and the knots began to coil again deep in her belly.

                "Don't worry about screaming," Leigh continued.  "We're fifteen miles out in the middle of no where.  My closest neighbor is 5 miles down the road so I doubt anyone will hear you."

                "Why are you doing this?" 

                Leigh laughed softly and left Casey to stand in the middle of the room.  Her voice sounded somewhere off to Casey's left.  "Because I can."  Leigh moved closer, her lips nearly touching Casey's ear.  "Because you want me to."

                Leigh paused then reached in Casey's purse and pulled out the cell phone that she had gotten a glimpse of earlier.  "I have your phone and right now you have a choice to make.  I can call a cab to take you home and I'll pay the fare...." She paused and moved to stand behind Casey, pressing up against her, "but you'll never see me again or you can submit to me totally.  No limits.  Only the chance to learn who you really are.  Remember, once your choice is made, there is no going back."

Casey's heart pounded in her chest.  Here was the moment that she had fantasized about, dreamed about, the moment in which she could let go and give up everything to another woman-no, to Leigh who was far from  just any other woman.  Leigh had struck a chord with Casey and that presence, that strength overrode any fears that she was feeling.  She had to do this, wanted to do this, needed to do this.  The words leapt to her throat.  "I want to stay."

Leigh smiled.  "And you agree to my terms?"

Casey nodded.

"Say it."

Casey's tongue suddenly felt thick and she hesitated until she felt Leigh's hand take a fist full of hair and pull her head back.

"Say it, " Leigh hissed.

"I agree to no limits."

Leigh smiled again and released Casey's hair.  She heard the click of metal as the steel handcuffs were removed and felt thick, padded leather cuffs being locked around her wrists then clipped together. 

                "These are safer than the metal.  I don't want to permanently injure you."

                The word permanently rang through Casey's head.  Echoed off every surface surrounding her brain and threatened to drive away her sanity.  Permanently.  Which implied the injury was possible, but temporary.

                "Would you like me to tell you what I'm doing, or should I make it a surprise?"

                "Please..." Casey whimpered.  "Let me go."

                "No and I must say, that sweet tone in your voice is only serving to increase my desire for you."  Leigh paused then knelt behind the trembling blonde woman.  "I'm locking a length of chain to your wrists and will lock them to this ring bolted to the floor.  You'll stand here, sleep here, kneel, or sit here.  Eat here, do everything here unless I decide to move you."

                Casey tested the bindings by pulling up on her wrists.  She was going no where and inexplicably burst into tears.  Leigh walked around in front of her and slid one arm around her waist.  With a gentle touch, she wiped away the tears that ran down Casey's face then brushed the wetness across her lips.  "Salty isn't it.  Much like the salt you licked from my body earlier tonight."

                And then Casey felt warm, soft lips passing over her own.  Flesh lightly touching flesh, teeth closing over lips and then letting them slip through the hard enamel.  She felt a hand slip beneath her top and slide over her tight belly up to her breast.  She tried to pull away but the arm around her held her firm, pressing her harder against the body in front of her.  Fingers closed over her nipple, barely squeezing but becoming more forceful in their touch until her nipple was being pinched almost to an excruciatingly painful level.  She whimpered into the throat of her partner but made no move to pull away again.

                Leigh pulled her mouth away and whispered, "The pain goes away.  Soon, you'll begin to crave it but until then, what I do to you is for my pleasure."  Her fingers left Casey's nipple and the pain from its release was more potent than the original touch.  Casey gasped and cried out only to be met with a resounding slap across her face. 

                "No more noise, is that clear?"  This time the voice was harsh and demanding.  "You'll speak to me only when I tell you to."

                Casey nodded, tears still falling down across her cheeks.  Leigh took the bottom of Casey's shirt and pulled it up and over her head then slid it down her arms and let it rest against her bound wrists.  Leigh's hands moved over Casey's shoulders and down across her chest.  With her arms pulled behind her, Casey's chest was arched out, making her breasts and tender nipples easy targets.  Casey felt her antagonist's hands moving over and stroking each one in turn, palms passing lightly over the hardening flesh and fingers closing around them, pinching through the smooth material of her bra.

                Cold steel was placed against her belly and slowly drawn up between her breasts.  "This really must go."  She felt Leigh quickly slice open the front of her bra and felt it pushed back over her shoulders.  The cold air swept over her nipples and instantly they hardened, the dark skin around them puckering and pushing them out even further.  Warm lips closed around each one in turn--suckling, nibbling and pulling, pushing them flat against her chest while a hard tongue slid back and forth over them.

                The mouth moved away and she felt the burning fire of clamps being closed over each nipple.  A chain hung between the clamps and dangled against her belly.  She cried out and was once again smacked sharply across her face.  Leigh's hand closed in Casey’s hair and pulled her head back.  "You'll learn this lesson eventually.  You bite your lip or your tongue, whatever you have to do, but I want no more noise from you until I give you permission."  Casey felt the chain yanked and the pain shoot from her nipples through her body but she held silent.  Lightheaded and barely able to breath, but at least obedient.  "That's much better."  Casey's hair was released and she felt herself swaying slightly.

                Leigh stepped back and watched her for a moment.  Before she continued, she had to make certain that her partner was all right.  She slowly walked all the way around her prize, pulling her hand lightly over the tethered woman's body.  "Tell me your name."

                "Casey," she whispered. 

                "Not anymore.  Casey was left outside my door.  You have no name, no identity, only that which I choose to give you.  Now, what's your name?"

                Casey hesitated for only a moment.  "My name is Casey."

                Leigh reached over and grabbed the chain hanging between the defiant woman's breasts and pulled hard towards the floor causing Casey's knees to buckle.  She swallowed the scream that threatened to tear from her mouth.

                "Try one more time."

                Again, Casey repeated her name and again her nipples were nearly ripped from her chest by the bite of the clamps and the pull of the chain.

                "I'm certain I didn't hear you correctly.  Your name is what?"

                "Fuck you," the kneeling woman spat on Leigh's foot.

                Leigh had to admire the spunk and fire that filled the woman standing before her.  It was a good thing that Casey's eyes were covered.  She did not need to see Leigh smiling at her.

                Leigh walked around behind the chained female and put her booted foot between her shoulder blades pushing her firmly to the floor.  Leigh took the toe of her boot and hooked it under the hem of the tight skirt then pushed it up over the nearly prostrate woman's ass.  She reached down and cut the silken underwear then ripped it up and away, causing it to burn the tender flesh between her captive's legs.

                She quickly removed the smooth leather belt for her pants and brought it down across each of Casey's rounded cheeks.  The red welts appeared almost immediately.  Leigh turned and grabbed the convenient hair, lifting the Casey's head at an uncomfortable angle.  "Tell me your name," she said through a clenched jaw.

                Casey whimpered then very quietly repeated, "I have no name."

                "I did not hear you."

                "I have no name," she replied louder, shocked at the thrill that ran through her body.

                "Good.  And so that you remember who exactly is in charge here..."  Leigh unclipped the wrists long enough to slip Casey's top and bra off leaving her back bare before reattaching the cuffs.

                She stepped back and looked the woman over, the way her knees were bent beneath her, the way her back curved over her thighs and the way her arms pulled her shoulders back.

                Leigh smiled and pulled her flogger from a hook on the wall.  She held it, caressed it, revered it.  This was an instrument that in the right hands could cause extreme pain and extreme pleasure.  She lifted her arm and brought it down, watching the strands of leather splay across and hug Casey's back.  Not hard enough to shock her body into shutting down, but lightly enough to bite, make her aware of what was happening and wake her body up to the endless possibilities of what was to come.

                Casey let out a quick yelp as she felt the sting of the leather across her back.  She felt the sting several more times and she heard the sound of Leigh's voice as she talked to her, soothing her, reprimanding her, calming and exciting her, a deep drone that began to fill her mind, pushing out any stray thoughts.

                Before she was fully aware of what was happening, Leigh's lips were next to Casey's ear, whispering.  "You no longer feel pain do you?  In fact, you probably feel nothing at the moment."

                Casey nodded in agreement and felt herself being pushed up to a kneeling position.  Warm hands were moving over her, touching and caressing every inch of her.  The same hands that just minutes before had held a weapon of pain were now touching her as softly as one would touch a newborn. 

                Her knees were being pushed apart and she had no inclination to try and fight it.  In fact, she welcomed it. Leigh's hands moved slowly up the inside of each thigh as if trying to memorize where every hair follicle was placed.  And then, one hand reached the apex of her legs.  It began to stroke her, press against her, curve over the soft skin taking possession of her.

                Leigh's breath was hot against Casey's ear.  "You want me to touch you don't you?  You don't know why and know that you shouldn't be feeling this way but you want more.  I can tell."  Leigh moved her hand and pushed her fingers past the swollen lips between her captive's legs.  She began to move her fingers slowly through the silken flesh and was met with very little resistance.  Casey was wet. 

                Casey shook her head and began to plead.  "No, don't do this."

                Leigh stood up and moved away from the woman.  She could be anything to Casey that she wanted to be.  She could pull the hard cock from her dresser drawer and fuck the wet cunt until her partner cried and passed out from the brutality of it or she could leave it wrapped in her underwear and socks and using nothing more than her tongue and fingers, make love to this woman until she cried from the tenderness and passion. 

                She pulled the straps tight and laughed at the Casey.  "You still don't get it do you."  She walked back to Casey and pulled her head back by a fist full of hair.  "I can do anything I want to you and I will."

                Casey was pushed hard against the ground, her bottom in the air and suddenly she was filled with a hard dildo being rammed inside her over and over.  Tears filled her eyes and she cried out for it to stop. 

                Leigh gripped the woman's hips and began to pull her back against each thrust of the manmade flesh.  She knew exactly how to angle the unit, to find that soft sensitive spot inside every woman, and make them orgasm.

                The pounding was relentless but the pleasure was beginning to take over.  Casey felt herself giving in to the woman behind her, fucking her with a skill that came only from practice.  The dick pressed against her g-spot and unable to control or stop it, Casey climaxed hard.  Her pussy contracted and she felt the orgasm slamming through her body leaving her shaking against the floor almost unable to breathe.

                Casey soared in her release; the thrill of giving up control intensifying and raising her orgasm to a level she had never experienced before and feared she never would again.  Her fantasies had done nothing to prepare her for the feeling of a cock--a cock that was strapped to the hips of a woman--slamming inside her, filling and stretching her pussy to the point of nearly ripping. 

                Leigh continued to push and pull against Casey and succeeded in taking three more orgasms from her until finally, Casey could not move, could not protest, could only lay there, and concentrate on taking her next breath.

                Casey was aware of the empty feeling left behind as Leigh pulled out of her and she was also aware of her wrists and ankles being unclipped.  She was lifted and carried to a bed, gently laid down on it and never once thought to try and rip the blindfold off.  Her wrists and ankles were clipped to each corner of the bed.  A blanket was pulled over her and a soft voice told her to sleep.

                Casey had no way of knowing how long she'd been asleep when she was pulled back to consciousness by the rhythmic drip, drip, drip of something hot on her nipples.  She cried out and tried to twist away but could not move.  Drip.  Flashes of pain over her breast.  Drip.  More pain down over her belly, her navel and as she realized where the hot liquid was going she nearly panicked.  Down, mixing in her soft, curly triangle of  hairs.  Down, right against her clit.  Her hips came up off the bed and as they did, they were met with the sudden and deep thrust of fingers filling her, curling against her, against that traitorous soft collection of nerves inside her.                 

                The hot liquid had begun to harden and then she recognized what had happened.  Dots of wax covered her body.  Splatters that hugged and gripped her flesh until they were ripped away by ruthless fingers.  Her voice sounded foreign to her.  A mix of ecstatic moans and tormented cries.  The pain magnified her orgasm and this one wracked her body as none had ever done before and when it was over all she could hear was the ringing in her ears.

                Then the fingers were gone and once again Casey was left alone.  She drifted into a light sleep, her mind wandering, wondering where Leigh was. 

                Leigh would return every so often and introduce Casey to something new.  A collar was placed around Casey's neck and she heard the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking shut.  Her wrists and ankles were unhooked from the bed and for the first time since being brought there, she was able to move on her own. 

                She reached up and touched the collar, running her fingers along the edges of the smooth leather and she felt a light, steel chain attached to it.  Without thinking, she reached up to take the blindfold away and was immediately jerked up by the chain. 

                "I know you weren't about to take that off.  Not without permission."  Leigh's voice was soft, almost sweet.

                "I want to see where I am."

                Casey choked back a yelp when the tip of the crop came down on her bare ass.

                "Impertinent slut.  Doesn't matter what you want.  Down on the floor where you belong."

                Casey was pulled from the bed and half crawled, half fell to the floor on her hands and knees in front of Leigh.  "Good girl.  Now, come to me."

                She hesitated for a moment, a moment too long as the crop bit her backside again.  She moved reluctantly forward and was immediately rewarded with soft caresses to her warm pussy. 

                "You aren't there yet are you?"

                She shook her head then moved forward again, her knees and hands coming down on the soft carpet. She continued to move but when her hand and knee came down on hard concrete she stopped, startled by the change of surface.  Then, her ass was stinging from the two very quick, very hard smacks of the crop. 

                "You've not been given permission to stop." 

                Casey continued her journey across the floor and Leigh watched until Casey was kneeling at her feet.  "Kiss those."

                Casey lowered her lips and kissed the toe of each heavy leather boot.  She felt the chain tighten as she was pulled up on her knees and urged up between Leigh's legs.  Fingers and thumbs surrounded her nipples and as each hardening tip became more and more sensitive, an ache began in her loins and she became acutely aware of how badly she needed to be touched.

                Leigh took her hands away.  "I think that's enough for now."

                Casey could not help herself.  She tightened her grip on Leigh's legs and raised her face towards the other woman.  "Please."

                "Please what?"

                "Please...don't stop."

                "I don't understand."

                Casey lowered her voice to just above a whisper.  "I need you to touch me."

                "Need me?  Really?"  Leigh was almost teasing.

                Casey nodded.

                Leigh smiled.  This was the moment she had been waiting for.  She leaned forward and put her lips close to Casey's ear.  "Who do you belong to now?"

                "You," she whispered without hesitation.

                In the next twenty hours, Casey experienced levels of sensation and ecstasy that she had never dreamed of and feared she never would again.  She surrendered fully to Leigh, trusting her in a way that Casey had never allowed herself to do before. 

                Finally, in a state of complete exhaustion, they lay in the bed together.  She had felt Leigh's arms around her many times already but there was something different about this moment.  Certainly, there was strength in the strong but gentle limbs wrapped around her, however, now, mixed with the ownership and dominance was a feeling of love.  A feeling that both women shared but one that Casey had not felt until this moment.

                She melted back against her partner and fell into a deep and secure sleep hoping that this one weekend would turn into another.

No You Wouldn't

Morgan sat on the deck in the cool morning air letting the sunlight filter down on her paper and mug of coffee.  She looked out over the railing at the surrounding trees and mountain and realized that she looked upon this place as a sanctuary.  She came here to recharge, to rest, relax and make peace with her life at home.  Not that things at home were bad but they were routine and sometimes boring.  Ok, boring wasn’t exactly the right word either.  Life for her in the last several years had been anything but boring.  It was safe here and confined and cozy and things made sense.  That’s what she needed.

Morgan heard the hiss of the sliding door opening and closing quietly.  She knew who it was without ever turning around and smiled slightly.  Lauren always smelled faintly floral with a hint of musk.  It made Morgan think of innocence.  There was something very intriguing about that.

Lauren padded over in bare feet and placed a soft kiss on Morgan’s cheek then leaned against the chair and played with Morgan’s hair.  Try as Morgan might she couldn’t hide or stop the chill bumps from covering her arms.  “Ever the early bird,” Lauren said then took a seat across from Morgan and sipped her own black coffee.

Morgan smiled.  “It’s about the only time that it’s quiet around here.  I thought I’d take advantage of it especially since everyone else is at the lake for the weekend.” 

Lauren sighed.  “Can you believe it?  The entire house to ourselves for two days.  I don’t know if I can stand it.  Hell, I don’t even remember the last time it happened.”

“I’m sure we’ll manage.”  She looked, for a moment, a little more closely at Lauren’s face.  Her deep brown eyes were alternating between mischievousness and calmness to smoldering, unabashed wanting.  That hadn’t changed.  What Morgan noticed were the tiny lines beginning to frame those eyes. 

They really hadn’t had much time to talk since Morgan arrived.  Almost from the moment she turned into the driveway there’d been someplace they all had to be.  A reception.  A brunch.  The ceremony and the party afterwards.  Lauren’s attention was required elsewhere, and she was sometimes pulled in several different directions at once, something that would have driven Morgan crazy but made Lauren shine. 

“You look tired.”

Lauren rubbed her eyes.  “It’s the weekend and all the planning up to it.  We’ve been working on this for almost a year.  Good God, I’m glad it’s finally over.”

“Maybe.  I’m seeing something else though.  I mean, you look worn.”

Lauren just shrugged then turned her attention to a squirrel in a tree barely an arm’s length away.  Several moments passed, and Morgan could tell that Lauren was churning something in her mind.  She’d be patient because it all sooner or later came spilling out.

“I worry about Jack’s drinking and his anger and I hate that he’s turned to that.”  Suddenly, Lauren leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table.  “I don’t think either of us are happy.  I know I’m not but I don’t necessarily want a divorce either.  I love him, I just don’t like what he’s doing and don’t know what to do about it.  Nobody else sees it.”

“Yeah…they do.  Well, maybe not the anger but certainly the drinking.  Several of us were watching him last night especially when he said something about driving all the kids home.”   Morgan had also noticed how often Lauren had found a reason to touch or brush against her.  Lauren had always been physical but this weekend it seemed to be more often or Morgan was just more aware of it. 

In the kitchen the first morning, they’d hugged and Lauren seemed to linger a little longer than usual and when they’d pulled apart, Morgan could have sworn that Lauren was about to kiss her, caught herself and turned away.  Perhaps it was just the fatigue and the stress finally overwhelming her friend.  Last night while on the couch watching an inane television program, Lauren had reached over and held Morgan’s hand then seemed to suddenly become aware of it and moved her hand away.

“Do you remember when I used to bitch about him never being home?  Well, it’s back to that.  It’s always a rehearsal or auditions or something.  Then when he’s here he may as well not be emotionally.  Don’t get me wrong, he’s good around the house…cooks, grocery shops, puts the kids to bed when he’s here but forget the intimacy.  There’s no touching, no hugging, no nothing.”

“Lauren…the man is gay.  Everybody knows it.”

“Except him.  He can’t or won’t admit it.  I don’t know.  I worry about the kids and what could happen.”

“Heaven knows I’m no expert on relationships but one of the things I learned in my many years of therapy is that I’m only responsible for me.  Same for you.  You can’t make him happy.  Look at what works in the relationship and what doesn’t then figure out what you can change.  If the bad is bigger than the good then you’ve got a problem but if it’s not then stay and plug the holes somewhere else………………no real pun intended.”

Lauren laughed.  “Well, plugging the hole would certainly help.  I’m gonna jump out on a limb here and assume you’re talking about an affair.”

“If that’s what you want to do.  When I turned 40, it felt like the doors of experience were thrown wide open.  I had several ‘holy cow’ moments and learned that doing things just for the sake of doing them ain’t such a bad thing.  But the biggest thing I learned is to be honest about it.  To yourself and to whoever else is involved.”

“Morgan, honey, I can’t exactly go to Jack and say, ‘hey, I’m gonna go have an affair.’

“No, but you be honest with him about what you want from him and this marriage then go from there.  You know, I’m not so sure we can get everything we need from one person.  I don’t know that it’s healthy to have your best friend and mate be the same person.  Alright, look, if you don’t eat a well balanced diet you take vitamins right?  So, go find a vitamin.  A good, raw, open, hot sexy one and take it.”

Lauren looked across the table then mumbled, “strange where they might show up.  My God Morgan, are you aware of the last time I had sex with anyone?  The last time I let myself be fully open to somebody?  If Jack would just hold my hand once in a while I’d be happy.”

Morgan laughed and nearly spewed her coffee across the table.  “No you wouldn’t Lauren.  I know you better than that.  You need much more than just your hand held.  You need someone to grab you up.  Someone to come up behind you when you’re least expecting it and kiss you …and not stop.  You need that physical contact.  You need that intensity that takes your breath away and threatens you with unconsciousness and puts every nerve fiber in your body on fire and makes you not give a damn about anything else except that moment.  Shit, how many times have we talked about this?”

Lauren stood up without a word and went in the house.  Morgan sat there for a moment trying to figure out what had just happened.  They’d talked about sex before.   They’d discussed what both liked and wanted so it wasn’t the topic.  Maybe it was the timing.  Morgan couldn’t say that Lauren was a tease, exactly, more like she wasn’t aware of how what she did or said affected other people.  She’d stopped counting the number of times Lauren had given her a casual peck on the lips or how often they’d hugged or hell, how often they’d laid in bed and talked while Jack fixed breakfast and brought it to them. Or how often Morgan had walked to the edge then smacked her forehead for not taking that next step.  “It’s all about timing,” she mumbled to herself and followed Lauren into the house.

She found Lauren at the sink washing the few glasses that had been put in there the night before.  Domestic.  Normal.  Ordinary.  Arousing.  Morgan walked over to Lauren with a purpose.  She turned Lauren and without giving the woman time to think or react, she kissed her.  Lauren pushed against Morgan and tried to run away but Morgan just pulled her back and held her tight then kissed Lauren again until she felt the soft body pressed against her begin to relax.  Until she felt Lauren’s hips respond to hers.  Until she felt Lauren’s tongue search out her own.  Morgan’s fingers found their grip in Lauren’s thick hair and she held on for her own sake and for Lauren’s.  A slip now would be fatal. 

She felt Lauren’s breathing, the rise and fall of their chests pressed together and she smiled faintly when she finally felt Lauren’s arms wrap themselves around her neck for safety.  They were falling then floating then there was nothing save the two of them.  They couldn’t breathe.  In the void that was their haven, Lauren let go of everything—the husband, the children, the guilt, the anger and grief and they slid to the floor in a pile of clothes and flesh, bodies laid out against each other moving and calling, beckoning, teenage clumsy in their eagerness to be with each other.  Years of desire and want flooded through both of them driving them to let go of all control. 

Morgan’s lips discovered every inch of Lauren’s body, the dips, the curves, the bumps and valleys.  Sensitive.  Not sensitive.  Yes.  No.  She waited until she felt Lauren’s legs finally fall open before letting her hand disappear in the hair and wet and heat and waited still before she tasted fully of her closest friend.  The salt and sweet and tang dripping warm against her mouth and tongue. 

The climax came in a rush of breath and words and growls and ripples and flashes of light then utter stillness.  The ringing in Lauren’s ears slowly subsided and reluctantly she felt herself return to her body.  She felt her pulse in the oddest places and liked it.

Morgan wiped the hair and sweat from Lauren’s face then smiled and kissed her lightly on her lips, her closed eyes and neck, then stood and pulled Lauren up to lead her to the bedroom.  They lay under the covers, Morgan pressed against Lauren’s back and she wondered at how nicely they fit together and how good Lauren felt in her arms.  She watched her friend sleep and saw a smile play on her lips.  Quietly, Morgan slipped out of bed and went to the freezer thanking the gods that she’d had sense enough to put the grapes from her trip in there. 

She returned and slowly pulled the sheet back to reveal an already hard nipple.  Morgan took a grape and put it in her mouth then split it open with her teeth and surrounded the nipple with tongue and lips and frozen fruit, the cold and sweet sliding over it until it became even harder.  Lauren stirred not opening her eyes and raised her chest.  Morgan took Lauren’s hand and guided it down between her own legs.  Two sets of fingers working to bring Lauren closer to the edge.  Morgan swallowed the grape then got another and worked on the other nipple until both were hard, puckered and pulled up tight and screaming for more.  She slipped under the covers and found Lauren’s legs open, waiting.  She smelled of musk and sex.  Desire climbed in Morgan again.  She split yet another grape and attacked Lauren’s clit sliding the fruit and her tongue over it—teasing, torturing and touching then taking it away, watching Lauren become wet and glisten from fruit and juice and sex.  She watched her fingers slip easily inside Lauren reaching deep to pull what was left of her to the surface.  To open her, to curl and stroke and coax her to another orgasm that threatened to crush the fingers inside her when she came.

Morgan felt a hand reach down and try to push her away.  “Go away,” Lauren chuckled. 

“Not on your life.  How do you feel about leather?”

Inspiration

Inspiration.

Mandy sat at the kitchen table staring at the computer monitor.  She was certain that at any moment her story would just suddenly complete itself.  Her publisher’s voice was still fresh in her mind and she was fairly certain that the receiver end of her phone was somewhat distorted from the heat that had come through it last night.

“You have had a 3 month extension to finish this story.  I can’t put the heads off anymore.  They’re gonna start calling for your advance if you don’t give me something to show them.”

Mandy held the phone from her ear and downed the room temperature watered down bourbon from the mason jar.  “Sam, chill.  Give me until Sunday and I swear I’ll have it.”

“I heard that 3 weeks ago and last week and yesterday.  I need something.  I don’t give a shit how blocked you are just write something!  A commercial for dental dams…….SOMETHING!!  Cat food.  ANYTHING!!” 

Mandy had been blocked before but never like this.  Six months ago she had reconciled with her ex and one would think the flood gates would open.  But no, nothing.  Maybe life had become too good, too easy, too comfortable.  Maybe there wasn’t enough chaos to fuel the fire she needed to write the stories that had fed her comfortably for the last 8 years.  Maybe there wasn’t the “angst”, as her publisher called it.  “Mandy, you write from the curb,” her publisher always said.   Whatever that meant.  She wrote about the things everybody thought about and wondered about but never had to courage to admit.  Now that her life was calm again the words just weren’t coming.

Karen walked into the kitchen and poured some orange juice.  “Have you been sitting there all night?”

Mandy sighed and rubbed her face.  “No, just feels like it.  It’s good to have you back but we may end up starving.”

Karen walked over and began to knead the knots from her lover’s shoulders.  She smiled.  “I’m not worried.  I can always pick up more hours at the office or heck, I can work a corner somewhere.”

Mandy smiled and relaxed into her touch.  It was familiar and comforting and comfortable.  Everything a lover’s touch should be except inspiring.  “We’d for sure starve then.”

Karen smacked the back of Mandy’s head and walked over to pour a bowl of cereal.  “Carolyn called last night.  She wants us to come to dinner tonight.  I told her I’d talk to you but thought it would probably be OK.”

Mandy blinked and stretched her legs out under the table then crossed her arms over her chest.  “Who all is going to be there?”

Karen shrugged.  “Just us I think, why?”

“Because she has a few friends that just irritate the bejeezus outta me.”

“Those would be hubby’s friends from the theatre and yeah, they even irritate me.  I don’t think they’ll be there.  In fact, I’m not even sure Terry will be.  I’m pretty sure he’s got auditions tonight.”

Mandy smiled.  Karen smiled back.  “She’s a hottie.”

“Yes dear, I know.”

“And she likes you.”

“She does.”

“And you two…well three….last Christmas.”

Karen smiled.  “Yes dear, we did.”

“Dinner’s good.”

“I thought it would be ok with you.”

After spending much of the rest of the day exploring the sheets on the full sized bed they shared, they finally pulled themselves together for the evening.  Mandy stood looking at herself in the mirror while pulling some of her hair back into a ponytail.  Not bad, she thought.  The jeans and button down did her justice.  Not pretty but certainly not ugly; she was relatively pleased with what she saw.  She was even more pleased with what she saw reflected further behind her.  Karen was such a woman.  Such a girl, some would say.  Her make-up was just so, her hair tidy and the dress hugged in all the appropriate places.  Heels gave her legs even more definition than usual.  It was a nice picture and one which Mandy never tired of seeing.  Even all those years apart she remembered how pretty Karen was.  Is.  Will always be.

Karen turned and caught Mandy staring.  “Like?”

“Mucho”

Karen laughed.  “You’re just hot because we’re having dinner with Carolyn.”

“I’m hot because I’m having my very own personal summer at the moment which is way beside the point.  I’m excited because you and I are having dinner with Carolyn and that just conjures all sorts of images and possibilities in my head.  As a writer, I’m bound to explore them all too, you know.”

“Unh huh”

“It’s my job.”  Mandy smiled.

“Shut up and pick out a bottle of wine while I finish my makeup.”

They rode halfway there listening to radio without speaking.  Karen fiddled with her dress and sipped her drink.  “What is it about Carolyn that intrigues you so?”

Mandy was caught a bit off guard.  She’d never really given it much thought before.  OK, that was a lie.  She’d thought about Carolyn a lot but never tried to figure out the attraction.  “I’m not sure it’s Carolyn, you know?  I think it’s more the possibility of you and her together that really gets me.  I’ve discovered that I’m a bit of a voyeur at heart.”

“Interesting.  And that makes perfect sense to me.  Perhaps it’s the artist in you.  And you have no problems with me being with Carolyn?”

“No, should I?” Mandy asked.

“Well, the average woman would have issues with it.  Fidelity and all.”

Mandy was about to answer than when she slammed on the brakes to avoid a squirrel running across the street.  For some reason a tire commercial popped into her head. 

“God……now look.”  Karen was busy dabbing at the wine stain quickly spreading across her chest.  “You could warn a girl you know.”

They arrived at Carolyn’s house, a completely renovated Victorian that she’d inherited from her grandparents.  Every detail had been seen to down to the tiniest piece of decorative woodwork on the shutters.  Carolyn met them on the front porch and took Karen into the bedroom to pull off the dress to soak.  Red wine needed tending to immediately so it wouldn’t become a permanent stain.  She gave Karen some old jeans and a shirt to put on. 

Mandy went to the kitchen and poured 3 glasses of the deep red wine then busied herself by putting the dinner on the table.  Carolyn and Karen walked into the room laughing and all Mandy could do was look.  Being surrounded by her lover and their friend in a comfortable place was calming to her.  Not much got better than this. 

They talked of ordinary things between bites of salad, spaghetti and bread.  Work, working, writing, children, dogs, stuff. 

“You like to watch.”  Carolyn stated totally out of the blue.  Not really a question but something that begged for a response.

Mandy sat there, her mouth stuffed full with a wad of bread pushing her cheek out.  She nearly choked.  Where on earth did that statement come from?  She looked at Karen, who only shrugged, then she washed down her bread with a fortifying gulp of wine.  She could tell her face was red just from the heat radiating back up from the glass.  “I suppose.”

Carolyn leaned back in her chair and smiled.  “You write about sex for a living and that simple question embarrasses you?” 

“Writing about it and talking about it are two totally different things.  My writing isn’t personal.  That question was and yeah, I like to watch.”

“But don’t you take from experience and tell a story?”  Karen asked.

“Well yeah but I’m not normally asked something like that at dinner.”

“Why do you like to watch?”  Carolyn seemed genuinely curious.

Mandy looked from one woman to the other.  It was one thing to talk about watching with her lover but it was something different to talk about why and certainly different to talk about it with Karen sitting there.  She’d never really thought about why.  “I don’t know…I guess it’s like watching a movie.”

“And that it’s Karen doesn’t bother you?”  Carolyn continued.

“No.  I can’t explain this.  I just know it’s something that I get off on.  It’s like that thrill you get when you have something that everybody wants but can’t have.  It’s powerful.  Then to pick and choose who you want to share it with?  That’s even more powerful.”

“You don’t get jealous?”

Karen just sat back and enjoyed the exchange.

“No.  Well, not so far.  Why get jealous?  I see it as a compliment that people would want to be with my girlfriend.  That’s a statement about me and my taste in women.  And that I can keep her says something about me as a partner.  Means I must be doing something right,” she stated.

Carolyn took her dishes to the sink then went into the den.  Karen and Mandy followed.  All three sat down on the couch, Karen in the middle, Carolyn on the end with a leg curled up beneath her and her elbow resting on the back of the couch.  “So, how is this not an affair?”

Mandy caught the present tense use of is but didn’t let it show on her face.  It registered elsewhere though—quite strongly.  “Because I know about it.  Because it’s consensual.  Because permission, if that’s the right word, is given.  Because I see it as an extension of our relationship.  Jeez, it’s about the same thing as using a vibrator….just a different means to an end.”

Karen had her hands on each woman’s leg and was relaxing back into the couch.  Her head rested on the soft cushions, her eyes were closed with a peaceful and slightly amused look on her face.  “Besides which I find the attention quite flattering.”

Both Mandy and Carolyn laughed.  “Figures,” they said almost in unison.  “I just can’t think of anything more beautiful and arousing that watching two women kiss,” Mandy continued, “it’s the most beautiful thing in the world to me.  I used to go out to the bar just to watch women dance together.  That’s just hot.”

They talked more and finished several more glasses of wine, each glass loosening them up that much more.  “Well ladies, if y’all will excuse me, the wine is making its presence known.  I need to go pee like a steroid hyped stallion.” 

“Such a delicate way with words,”  Karen mumbled.  Carolyn laughed.

Mandy got up and went to the bathroom.  She dawdled.  She looked through the medicine cabinet and the linen closet.  She thumbed through several of the magazines laying on the counter then, having no more excuse to stay in there, she walked very quietly back to the den.

Carolyn had moved to straddle Karen’s lap.  Her dark, thick brown hair hung past her shoulders and hid their soft, moist lips.  Thin flesh that slowly and tenderly slid over one another searching, asking and answering a thousand questions in one breath.  They glistened from the exchange.  They opened slightly to pull in the swirl of time around them stopping the rhythmic movement of the big and small hand in their sphere of existence only to replace it with the moments of their own. 

Carolyn shifted.  Her fingers disappeared in Karen’s hair and held her close.  Mandy watched the kisses become more intense, harder, more demanding.  She heard them.  She closed her eyes and could almost feel them.  She saw shirts and bras quickly discarded and the two women shift on the couch.  One on top of the other and back again. 

Carolyn’s legs fell open inviting, coaxing, demanding, singing a siren’s call.  She took Karen’s hand and guided it down in a silent demand to be touched.  To be fucked.  To be taken up and brought back down again.  She needed a woman’s touch.  She needed to be filled by someone fresh and familiar and safe.  She pushed her head back into the pillows and arched when she felt fingers curl inside her in that sweet handshake of lust.

She caught her breath then flipped Karen over and covered very inch of her body with kisses and gentle bites, her teeth a tool .  Her tongue teased and pulled every sensation possible from the woman moving beneath her.  Their mounds melded.  Her teeth grazed the puckered flesh of Karen’s nipples making them come to attention.  Mandy watched Carolyn’s hand disappear between her lover’s legs and knew instinctively what was happening.  She knew what Karen was feeling having been in that same place thousands of times before.  She knew that Karen was building, was barely breathing, was moving her hips to present the sweet spot she so needed to have touched.

Mandy watched Carolyn’s arm moving, her fingers sliding deep then back out to torment.  She wrote the images into her memory carefully choosing just the right words.  She made mental notes and diagrams.  She watched the two bodies move against each other—dolphins gracefully courting in the open sea.  She could hear the whispers of desire, the crackling blaze fed by need growing stronger.  She could feel the warmth and pressure as each drank deeply of the other.  She could taste it.

She knew these things.  She’d seen them. She’d written them, dreamed them, felt and screamed them in her sleep, in the shower, over the stove, behind the wheel of her car.  All of these actions and words were hers to pour out on a page in a driven need to help others see and feel that same things. She became them—exhausted in the climax they shared.

Welcome

Welcome to my storage space for stories that just pop into my head.

Warning though....these are all about sex, lesbian sex, so if this offends your sensibilities....go away.