Olivia & Annalise: Request For Leave

I haven’t published a story on Smashwords in a long time so thought it was about time I got onto it.

This morning I published my latest short story ‘Request For Love’; though it is a standalone at the moment, I am developing ideas to make it a series, much like my Georgia & Zoe one.

I will post a link to the (free!) download on Smashwords, but will also post the story here.

‘Request For Leave’ on Smashwords

Request For Leave

 

Olivia

Flight NZ232 from Wellington has landed at gate 23.

Seconds after the announcement came over the loud speaker Olivia heard her text message tone ring out; she grinned as she took the cellphone from her handbag, knowing full well who the text would be from.

I’m back! How long until we can be naked and I can finally touch you?

The content of the message was as predictable as the identity of the sender had been, and Olivia couldn’t wait to get Annalise home and do just that – though she had doubts they would be able to wait until they had made it that far.

I’m sure we can find a spare toilet cubicle somewhere,’ Olivia sent her reply and could imagine Annalise biting her lip in that sexy way she did as she read the suggestive text message.

Five days they had been apart and while it wasn’t technically a long period of time, for the two of them it felt like a lifetime. In the ten years they had been together they had only spent the occasional night apart, when one or the other was on a business trip, and those nights were few and far between. Olivia had been devastated when her leave request had been denied, but could hardly complain. Her boss had been very accomodating of her monthly request to work away from the office for a few days, so both she and Annalise could fly to Auckland and visit their sperm donor during Annalise’s fertile window.

Don’t even joke about that,’ came Annalise’s swift reply.

Olivia’s heart started racing when the first passengers from flight NZ232 began to come in through gate 23. Her eyes were glued to the arrivals, impatiently awaiting the first glimpse of the curvaceous woman she couldn’t wait to get naked with and welcome home by lapping greedily at her pussy.

Every night while Annalise was away they’d had phone sex, but the orgasms which resulted from those calls were never as satisfying as the ones when the two women were in bed together. Or the

shower. Or the dining room table. Or the car. Anywhere, really.

Tears prickled in Olivia’s eyes when Annalise finally came into her line of sight. The woman looked simply delicious; a black pencil skirt showed off her hips and shapely thighs, while the red wraparound top accentuated the breasts Olivia couldn’t wait to get her hands – or mouth – on.

Rather than being annoyed by the looks Annalise was getting from men in the terminal, Olivia felt proud; that sexy, beautiful, goddess of a woman was all hers. Hers!

Annalise and Olivia ran toward each other, their arms wide open, everyone else in the surrounding terminal fading away by the time they lunged into each other’s arms. Olivia whimpered happily and forgot anyone else existed as she and Annalise finally kissed.

In the short time apart Olivia had forgotten how plump and soft Annalise’s lips were, how it made her tingle when their tongues brushed together, how a surge of want and need spread through her body the moment they touched. The way Annalise moaned softly against her mouth made Olivia’s breath hitch and her clit throb… how on earth was she supposed to wait until they were home to start catching up on lost (naked) time?

“Get me home now,” Annalise ordered, sounding just as frustrated and aroused as Olivia felt.

“Your wish, my command,” Olivia replied, fighting the urge to kiss her wife again, knowing that if she did she wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“I missed you so much,” Annalise told her, squeezing her hand tightly as they quickly walked toward the baggage claim area.

“I missed you more,” Olivia countered and they giggled as they power-walked to get Annalise’s suitcase.

“You mind watching out for my bag while I race to the toilet? Annalise asked, Olivia nodded and winked at her wife.

“Here, take this with you. Open it when you’re in there,” Olivia instructed, handing Annalise a small gift-wrapped box which she eyed curiously before turning and walking in the direction of the bathroom.

Olivia could hardly contain her excitement as she watched Annalise heading toward the bathroom… things were about to get fun!

***

Annalise

It took a lot of restraint but Annalise held off opening the gift from Olivia until she was had finished on the toilet and washed her hands; she tore the wrapping paper off but the plain black box hidden beneath gave nothing away. She took the lid off the box and gasped. Inside was a wearable wireless bullet they had been thinking about buying for a while. The remote wasn’t in the box and Annalise suspected Olivia had it. The accompanying note confirmed her suspicions.

Thought this might make the trip home a little more enjoyable…

Love you xxx

Just the thought of what Olivia could do with that remote made Annalise crave her touch even more. Prior to leaving the hotel that morning she had masturbated to try get the level of sexual frustration she was feeling down to one that she could handle until she got home. Fat lot of good that had done; there was no way she could possibly last until they got home, not when Olivia had the power to tease her without even touching her.

Annalise snuck back into the cubicle and fought hard to stifle a moan as she pressed her naughty little gift into her sopping wet vagina. The bullet wasn’t doing anything yet, but already the walls of her pussy were clenching around it, as if begging it to start vibrating. She didn’t bother putting her panties back on and felt decidedly wicked walking from the bathroom with her lacy black panties in her handbag.

Looking toward the luggage carousel she couldn’t see Olivia anywhere so turned toward the exit and found her wife waiting patiently with her green suitcase… and a devious grin on her face.

As she approached, Annalise suddenly stopped in her tracks when she felt vibrations start inside her pussy. Olivia gave her an innocent look and the vibrations stopped. She resumed walking and the vibrations started again, this time a touch stronger than they had been to start with. The walls of her vagina tightened around the bullet as dull waves of pleasure began to course through her.

“Stop that,” Annalise whispered and shot Olivia a pained look as the vibrations increased again, before stopping altogether.

“Ever so sorry.” Oliva didn’t sound very apologetic!

“Just wait ’til I get you into that car of ours, I will make you pay,” Annalise promised, deciding she could be the one to do a little teasing of her own.

“Oh, babe, did I not tell you? I decided to get a taxi here, you know how I hate the traffic at this time of day, in this part of town,” Olivia said with a straight face.

Annalise glared at her wife, who, it had to be said, looked smug and victorious. Not only would she be unable to tease Olivia, she wouldn’t be able to make the slightest sound of pleasure on the journey home, not without arousing the suspicion of the taxi driver.

“Well played, wife,” Annalise conceded as they stopped at the nearest available taxi.

“You’re welcome,” Olivia said overly-politely, flashing her a sexy smile seconds before saying hello to the taxi driver.

Annalise got in the back of the taxi and wasn’t at all surprised when Olivia got in the front seat; she wouldn’t even be able to make eye contact with Olivia while the sneaky woman was teasing her! The taxi-driver, an older man by the name of Ned, guided the taxi from the carpark and onto the main road, while talking to Olivia about his newest grandaughter. Annalise usually disliked chatty taxi drivers but that day she didn’t mind, perhaps Livvie would forget about teasing her altogether?

No such luck.

The vibrations started out dull – it felt good – but wasn’t enough to require her to bite back any sort of verbal response. Just when she had been lured into a false sense of security, thinking she could easily cope with the stimulation until she got home, the vibration level switched up a couple of notches. It was enough to make her toes curl and alter her breathing slightly, but didn’t put her at risk of making any embarrassing pleasure-filled noises.

It wasn’t so much the case with the next increase in vibration level, causing her breath to hitch and her pussy to tighten around Olivia’s very thoughtful, sexy gift. The intensity of the vibrations made Annalise’s hips start moving; she tried to keep them still, attempted to fight the pleasure welling between her legs, but it was impossible.

The small circles of her hips grew tighter as Annalise became more aroused, the vibrations deep inside her pussy being aided by the mental images developing in her head; images of Olivia’s fingers buried inside her, images of being tied up and at the mercy of Olivia, images of Olivia teasing her with one of their numerous sex toys.

Annalise’s clit was throbbing and she knew the throb wouldn’t stop unless either she or Olivia started rubbing it. When the vibrations intensified again Annalise considered whether or not she could risk touching herself, she had a jacket in her carry-on, perhaps she could put that over her lap and have a sneaky little self-love session.

No. That wasn’t an option. For starters, it wasn’t a self-induced orgasm she so badly needed, it was an Olivia-induced orgasm, and then there was the fact it was impossible for her to be quiet when she came, something that would either result in the taxi driver ringing the cops, or doing something pervy like asking to watch.

Gripping onto the inside door handle Annalise tried to stop responding to the pulsing vibrations, but her thighs were tightening and her pelvis was starting to arch upward. Her breathing was coming shallow and fast, and Annalise knew if it continued too long she would pass out, but it was either breathe like that, or moan like she needed to – and as with masturbating – moaning wasn’t an option.

It wasn’t until Annalise tasted blood in her mouth she realised she had been biting her lip. Correction, not biting; her teeth were clamped down tightly on it, so tightly she’d drawn blood. When she let go of her lip a moan came very close to escaping and Annalise wondered how on earth she was going to survive the rest of the journey.

Pussy juice coated the top of her thighs and Annalise was suddenly very self-conscious about just how aroused she was. What if the taxi driver could smell it? Olivia always commented on the exquisite smell of her wetness, she loved that it turned Olivia on, but the thought of the taxi driver being able to smell it didn’t appeal in the slightest.

Annalise’s breathing sped up again and she was very aware of how tightly her pussy was gripping the bullet. The throb in her clit was becoming uncomfortable and she felt panicked – she knew she was about to cum – more to the point, she knew she wouldn’t be able to do so quietly.

And then the bullet was still. Olivia had timed it perfectly, taking her as close to the peak as she could possibly be without cumming, stopping a split second before her body let go and a mighty orgasm was triggered.

“We will be home soon, baby,” Olivia said innocently from the front seat.

“Glad to hear it,” Annalise replied through gritted teeth.

“I know how badly you want to get home,” Olivia replied soothingly.

“Always nice to get home after a holiday.” Ned added to the conversation.

“It certainly is, Ned!” Olivia agreed and it was only then she turned around and gave Annalise a particularly devillish smile which she returned with a flustered scowl.

When the taxi finally turned onto their street the vibrations started again. She’d always said Olivia could play her like a musical instrument, but Annalise had no idea she had the power to get her so incredibly close to orgasm without even touching her, without even looking at her.

The vibrations were dull and stayed that way, much to Annalise’s relief. When they finally made it home and the driver stopped in the driveway she stepped out of the taxi and turned to look at Olivia, who gave her a smug wink before walking to the back of the car to get the suitcase from the trunk. The vibration level increased as the trunk slammed shut, increasing again when Ned got in the car and began reversing out of the driveway, and again as they walked toward the front door.

While Olivia fumbled with the lock the vibration intensified yet again and by the time she finally opened the door and Annalise stepped inside, she had started moaning.

“You are evil,” Annalise said through repeated moans.

“I wanted you in the mood when we got home, that’s all,” Olivia giggled and pressed Annalise up against the now closed door.

“I was in the mood before I even got on the plane!” Annalise exclaimed, groaning when rather than replying, Olivia began kissing her.

The kiss was full of the overwhelming hunger that had built up over the five days they had been apart. Olivia’s arms snaked around her and she felt her wraparound shirt come loose, seconds later Olivia had it pulled open and was ravenously tugging on Annalise’s nipples through the fine lace of her red bra.

“Oh God,” her moan coincided with Olivia pulling the cup of Annalise’s bra down and taking one of the pointy nipples in her mouth. Olivia suckled hard before switching to the other nipple and all Annalise could do to anchor herself was dig her nails into Olivia’s shoulder, squeezing tightly as Olivia sucked harder.

The sucking sensation encompassing her nipple directly communicated with her clit and as it started throbbing painfully Annalise found herself pushing Olivia down. She needed to feel her wife’s tongue sliding between her swollen labia, she needed to feel the tip of her tongue probing at her hole, the flat of her tongue making long laps up and down her slit, before finally settling on her clit.

Olivia, no longer in teasing mode, it seemed, got to her knees and in one swift movement pulled Annalise’s skirt down, before pulling her down to the ground even as she stepped out of it. Annalise didn’t care they were in the middle of the entry way to their house, that the tiles were hard and cold, that a comfortable king-size bed was up the stairs to their left.

“You have no idea how much I have missed this.” Olivia’s voice shuddered as she moved between Annalise’s legs and settled with her mouth mere millimeters away from her wife’s throbbing, wet pussy.

The vibrations intensified once more and Annalise cried out as she felt her wife’s warm fingers run up and down her slit, crying out even louder when she used those warm fingers to spread her lips apart.

“I love you, Leesy.” As Olivia uttered the words Annalise could feel her warm breath against her pussy, sending shock waves throughout her body, making her groan in a mixture of pleasure and impatience.

“I love you t-” Annalise’s proclamation was cut short by the sensation of the flat of Olivia’s tongue running slowly from her hole to her clit and back again.

Speaking became impossible. While Olivia’s tongue worked her pussy Annalise let out a jumble of constant moans, groans, cries, and gasps of pleasure. It felt divine to have her wife’s tongue on her pussy again, but in amongst all the pleasure Annalise felt a little sad, sad because she knew it was going to be over very, very soon.

Reading Annalise’s body language like the pro that she was, Oliva quickly moved the sole attention of her tongue to Annalise’s clitoris, moving it back and forth varying the pressure but keeping the speed fast and constant.

Annalise’s hand soon found its way to the back of Olivia’s head and she applied a little pressure, creating more friction between tongue and clit. Her hips were bucking against Olivia’s face and the fingers of her spare hand had busied themselves with one of her nipples. Between the tongue-clit friction and the nipple squeezing, Annalise’s orgasm was building at a fast rate and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it at bay much longer.

Olivia’s tongue started moving even faster and that final increase of tongue speed was all it took to finally send Annalise spiralling, tumbling over the edge, screaming loud and long as her orgasm slammed into her. Wave after wave, after wave, after wave, it came and didn’t seem to want to peter off. When it finally did Annalise found it hard to focus her eyes on anything, in fact, she found it hard to remember where she was, who she was, what she was doing, what had just happened to her.

Then everything went black.

A few seconds later colour came back into the world, but Annalise felt as if she had been hit by a Mack truck. She did notice, however, the vibration had stopped and her pussy felt rather empty… obviously Olivia had taken the bullet out while she was in her sex coma.

“You killed me,” Annalise whispered hoarsely as Olivia snuggled up to her and very gently kissed her on the neck.

“My pleasure,” Olivia replied, her voice also a whisper.

“Mine actually,” Annalise’s giggle came out more like a croak.

“I love you, you gorgeous, sex-dead woman,” Olivia smiled softly at her and their lips lightly brushed together.

Annalise whimpered against Olivia’s mouth when their tongues touched and she got a taste of herself on Olivia. She had always enjoyed their first kiss after Olivia had gone down on her, she found it incredibly sexy to taste herself… it was such an intimate experience and for whatever reason it made her feel even closer to Livvie.

“I could do this all day,” Annalise remarked, stroking Olivia’s wavy red hair.

“Me too baby, me too,” Olivia said and the two shared another gentle, loving kiss.

“We should get up to bed,” Annalise suggested and Olivia chuckled.

“I think we should, these tiles aren’t the most comfortable snuggling surface in the world,” Olivia sat up and helped Annalise to a sitting position.

“I have wanted to be naked with you since the second the plane took off the other day,” Annalise sighed, happy she would finally be able to do that. “I hated waking up without you next to me,” she added, smiling sadly.

“It was horrible not having a nice warm wifey body to press up against when I woke up in the middle of the night,” Olivia sighed, then shook her head and smiled. “But you’re back now and I am sure tonight I’ll sleep better than I have in a long time.”

The two women held hands as they made their way upstairs and into their bedroom. Annalise sighed with relief when she saw their bed. She was home. Finally. Back where she belonged, with her Olivia.

While Annalise got in the bed Olivia slipped out of her jeans and underwear; the second she joined Annalise in bed the two women moved straight into each other’s arms, sighing in unison as their warm bodies made contact. Everything was right in the world again.

***

Olivia

Olivia smiled happily against Annalise’s shoulder as they held each other. Yes, it had been a relief to finally taste her wife, to finally hear the scream of pleasure she’d missed so much, but it was equally nice – if not nicer – to be lying in bed with her, simply enjoying one another’s presence.

She hadn’t let on to Annalise just how hard it had been to not be with her on the trip to Auckland, and it was so nice to finally have her back.

Everyone they knew was very supportive of them and their decision to try for a baby, but what people didn’t seem to understand was why they put themselves through the monthly drama of having to travel to another city for five days. Why couldn’t they just get a local donor? The question had been asked multiple times, and until they eventually got pregnant, it would continue to be asked.

The reason was simple really. Their extremely good friend – Jeff – lived in Auckland, and while he didn’t want to have any children of his own, he had given them a very heartfelt speech about what it would mean to him to help her and Annalise start a family. They hadn’t really needed to talk it over, both had agreed it felt right to have Jeff as the donor, particularly because he was more than open to the idea of being their donor for consecutive children, something that was especially important to them.

Now that Annalise was back, the impatient wait would begin, the glorious ‘two week wait’ as it was known. Over-analysing potential pregnancy symptoms was something they’d become quickly skilled at and though every cycle they decided they would ‘just relax’ that never happened. From nine days after Annalise had ovulated they would cave into the urge to do a pregnancy test, usually each day. Just in case. The repeated negative tests had started to unsettle both of them and prior to leaving a few days earlier, Annalise had broken down in tears and suggested there was something wrong with her and that was why she wasn’t pregnant yet.

It was such an up and down time, but Olivia knew it would be worth it when they were finally holding their baby in their arms. When. They had been making a conscious effort to say ‘when’ rather than ‘if’, hoping that positive thinking would magically make conception happen.

“What do you think of the name Harper? For a girl?” Annalise asked and Olivia smiled internally, not surprised they’d both been thinking about whether this time would be the lucky time.

“I like it, but I prefer Harlow,” Olivia replied, entwining her fingers with Annalise’s.

“You do realise that because we don’t really like any boys names, we will have a boy.” Annalise rolled her eyes and Olivia giggled.

“Or twin boys,” Olivia couldn’t resist teasing.

“It was so hard to resist buying things when I met up with Carol at the mall and went to the baby store with her,” Annalise spoke of another of their friends in Auckland, who was six weeks off giving birth.

“I bet she has a big belly now,” Olivia commented, and Annalise nodded.

“All I could think of when I looked at her was that one day that will be me,” Annalise admitted.

“I can’t wait until you’re big and fat and pregnant,” Olivia said dreamily. “You are going to look so damn sexy with a big baby bump.”

“Well I’m already looking forward to seeing you with a bump,” Annalise said shyly. They had agreed that because Annalise was two years older than Olivia, she would carry their first baby and Olivia would carry their second.

Annalise cupped Olivia’s face in her hands and smiled adoringly at her. Olivia couldn’t resist kissing the gorgeous woman she was lucky enough to be married to, and felt a little embarrassed when a whimper escaped her lips. There they were, having a deep and meaningful conversation, a discussion about their future, and suddenly all she wanted was to get hot and sweaty with her wife.

“I’ve missed that sound,” Annalise whispered and initiated another kiss, elliciting a second whimper from Olivia.

The whimper turned into a moan when Annalise started rubbing the tip of one of Olivia’s nipples. “I’ve also missed these.” Her finger lost contact with the nipple but was replaced by her tongue, making Olivia moan and shudder as Annalise licked her nipple with a featherlight touch.

Licking soon made way for sucking and as Annalise’s hand began travelling down her body, Olivia instinctively rolled onto her back, spreading her legs, inviting Annalise’s touch. Fingers grazed incredibly lightly over the triangle of hair between Olivia’s legs, and thought it was probably a matter of thirty seconds, it felt like a lifetime before they finally touched her wet flesh.

Olivia felt as if she was being scorched by Annalise’s fingers, in a way that made her want more, need more. Olivia had no control over the moans and groans she was making, but the more Annalise touched her, the louder she became and the more she moved her hips. By the time she finally felt a fingertip at her hole Olivia was writhing around, gasping and moaning, trying to catch her breath.

Ever so slowly Annalise slipped a finger inside Olivia’s wet heat, both women groaning at the welcome intrusion; it felt so good to finally have her wife’s magical fingers inside her. She had all but stopped putting her own fingers inside her on the odd occasion she masturbated, because nothing she did could feel as good as having Annalise’s skilled fingers buried deep inside.

“I missed the way you feel,” Annalise whispered as she shuffled closer and without missing a beat, slipped a second finger inside Olivia.

“I missed-” Olivia groaned, “this as well.”

“Remember that time I had my whole hand inside you?” Annalise’s words had the direct effect of making Olivia’s pussy contract tightly around her fingers.

“Bitch,” Olivia said breathlessly.

“At your service,” Annalise winked, adding a third finger to her pussy at the same time her thumb found Olivia’s swollen clitoris.

Olivia groaned gutturally as Annalise began rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion. The contact was light but sent sparks of arousal throughout her body and Olivia began clawing at the headboard behind her; it was either that or claw the hell out of Annalise’s back.

Annalise pushed her fingers deeper and Olivia made a noise that was part moan, part scream; Annalises’s fingers were now rubbing constantly back and forth over a very sensitive spot deep inside her pussy, and Olivia began panting as she was overwhelmed by the repeated stimulation. She didn’t want it to stop and cried out loudly when Annalise began rubbing harder, knowing exactly where and how to touch to turn Olivia into a wet, swollen mess.

It was a natural response to start moving her hips against Annalise’s hand, the added friction this caused on Olivia’s clit made her toes curl as she fought to keep her orgasm hitting. Not yet, she wasn’t ready.

She didn’t really have any say in that though, and when Annalise began moving her fingers harder and applying more pressure to her clit, Olivia could tell Annalise was ready to feel her fall apart around her fingers.

Olivia was determined to hold her orgasm back, to make the immense pleasure last, but Annalise knew her body too well, and resumed sucking on one of Olivia’s nipples. The combination of Annalise’s firm sucking action, the force of her fingers against that spot, and the pressure she was using on her clit caused Olivia’s orgasm to surge forward.

The pressure built inside her pussy until suddenly, boom! Olivia roared as her orgasm hit, all of her senses going into overdrive as she was overcome by Annalise’s blissful manipulation of her body.

She felt boneless afterward. Her orgasm peaked and waned, and left her lying on her back feeling as if she was a pool of jelly. Even the simplest of body movements, such as wiggling her fingers and toes were impossible, she couldn’t even muster up the strength to look into Annalise’s deep green eyes; it was as if her own eyes were glued shut.

“I love you,” Annalise whispered softly and Olivia smiled in response.

“Love you too,” she mumbled, hating that she was falling asleep so soon after getting Annalise home, but the influx of feel-good hormones triggered by her orgasm had her losing the battle to stay awake.

Olivia was aware of Annalise’s lips brushing against hers, and then of her wife resting her head against her shoulder and melting into her. A mixture of the much-needed orgasm and sleep being seconds away had apparently rendered her mute, so rather than telling Annalise how happy she was to have her home, she instead sighed contentedly and finally gave in to sleep.

Two weeks later

After what had been a hellish day of meetings and presentations, Olivia finally took the time to have a well-deserved and much-needed break. It was already 3.45pm and she had been working non-stop since 8am; she was starving, not to mention exhausted and all she wanted to do was get home and blob out on the couch with Annalise.

She took out her phone and sent a text message to Annalise ‘On my break, will be home around 7, sorry I have been so quiet, it’s been bloody crazy around here today. I miss you, hope your day has been good,’ then began demolishing her late lunch. Whilst eating she mentally altered the plan for when she got home, adding ‘eat a bunch of crappy snack food’ to the list.

Her cellphone message tone rang out and Olivia’s heart began racing when she saw it was from Annalise. The past couple of days she had been cramping a lot and they were waiting for her period to arrive and she knew in all likelihood the text message would include the words ‘stupid period arrived’, or something similar. It would be a huge downer, but at least it meant in a couple of weeks time they would be able to spend a few days together in Auckland, perhaps they’d book in to a fancy hotel and spend the whole time getting pampered.

Well, getting pampered and visiting Jeff – gifting him with a sterile syringe – five days in a row. It was no longer an awkward process, in fact it was a routine they had down to a fine art. She and Annalise would arrive and have a coffee with Jeff, who would then excuse himself and go upstairs, returning soon after with a syringe containing the other half of the make-a-baby equation. He would then go for a walk, leaving the women alone to complete the procedure… in other words leaving them alone so Olivia could inseminate Annalise and make her orgasm.

Before she went home she’d stop and get flowers for Leesy – gerberas, her favourites – it wouldn’t take away from the disappointment of the negative pregnancy test and her period arriving, but it would at least go some way toward making her smile.

Taking a deep breath she tapped on the screen to read the text message.

The next sound Olivia made was an excited screamy-squealy-gaspy sound; the message was actually a picture, and it was the most beautiful picture she’d ever seen.

It was a pregnancy test which, rather than having the usual single line of pink, had two bright, beautiful lines.

Two lines. Pregnant.

Annalise was pregnant! They were pregnant! They were going to be parents!

She immediately dialed Annalise’s number and when she picked up both women were crying and laughing.

“I guess you better go and cancel that leave request!” Annalise sobbed happily.

Carly and Stella give Brad a memorable welcome home

threesome_heart_attackWhile I was doing some last minute exam study a couple of months back – I became inspired – and rather than adding to my notes about… well, whatever it was, I turned to the back of my exercise book and began writing.

The result of this procrastination was the story of Carly, Stella & Brad making the most of Brad’s boss’s lunch break by having sex on his desk.  It was going to be a one off and it still is a one off, but I enjoyed the characters of Carly, Stella and Brad so much that I felt the need to visit them again.  Because it was meant to be a one off story I don’t actually know a hell of a lot about the characters, other than the fact they are in a polyamorous relationship… I have a feeling I’ll have to get to know them a bit better if I am to write anything else about this trio!

I haven’t really written since I got all of my exam results back and last weekend I was feeling bad about that.  I revisited old works and would get motivated to write, but sitting in front of my laptop the words just wouldn’t flow.  That was when I remembered the flash fiction I had writen about Carly et al and before I knew it I was writing!

The following is what appeared to flow from my brain directly to the computer screen…

I am sure I will be back with story #3 very soon!

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Brad sighed with relief as he let himself in the front door. Work had been hectic that day and he was looking forward to being able to put his feet up and spend the evening relaxing with Carly and Stella.

Smiling expectantly, Brad walked into the kitchen but his smile disappeared when it was an empty room he walked into. Usually the two girls would be in the kitchen cooking dinner by that stage and he wondered if he had forgotten they were going to be late home. That didn’t make sense though, as both of their cars were in the driveway and the door was unlocked.

He went over to the big bay window that looked out over the backyard but the only movement out there were a few birds hopping around on the soggy post-rain grass.

“I’m home,” Brad called out but his greeting went unreturned.

Perhaps they had gone for a walk, he decided, as he made his way down the hallway toward their bedroom. He would get out of his stuffy business clothes and get into something suitable for a night of lounging on the couch with the loves of his life.

A grin spread across his face when he opened the bedroom door to reveal Stella lying spread-eagled on the bed moaning quietly, while Carly focused the attentions of her tongue on Stella’s pussy. It was a sight he never got tired of and one that had an immediate effect on his cock. Even as he approached the two women he was getting hard, his cock starting to throb and twitch as he took in the sight of Carly hungrily licking Stella’s cunt.

Both women were naked and he couldn’t decide which one he wanted to touch first, or how. On the one hand Stella’s nipples were hard and he couldn’t wait to take one in his mouth and suck long and hard on it, but on the other Carly’s ass was enticingly on display and the temptation to remove his pants, step in behind her and guide his cock inside her wet pussy was very strong.

“Mind some company?” Brad asked overly-politely as he shrugged his shirt off and undid his pants.sexthreescompanyfeb5

“You are officially invited,” Stella replied, her voice husky and pleasure-filled. “We thought you’d like a nice surprise when you got home,” she explained quickly and moaned loudly as Carly worked some sort of magic with her tongue.

Stepping out of his pants and boxers, Brad moved closer to the bed, stroking his hand up and down rapidly hardening his cock. Without really thinking about it, he stepped in behind Carly and with his hands on her hips, ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit. The way she was positioned at the end of the bed, she was at the perfect height and he couldn’t resist the open invitation provided by her splayed pussy.

He would have loved to be able to display some form of control, to not appear too eager to bury himself in Carly’s wet heat but he was fighting a losing battle.

Carly arched her hips backward and groaned against Stella’s pussy as he pressed the top inch of his cock into her hole. Brad placed his hands on her hips and finally pushed all the way inside Carly, grunting loudly as her pussy tightly gripped his cock and she instinctively began moving her hips in loose circles.

Stella’s own moans and cries of pleasure grew louder and Brad smirked because he knew how turned on it made her when Carly was being pleasured by him, while pleasuring her. The first few thrusts of his hips were slow and gentle, but as was so often the case, he very quickly got carried away, gripping more firmly to Carly’s hips so he could hit deeper and harder with each movement.

Even though they were muffled against Stella’s pussy, Carly’s moans were still considerably loud which had the domino effect of making him more vocal. There was something about hearing Carly’s and Stella’s cries, whimpers, moans, groans and screams of pleasure that heightened the whole experience for him and invariably led to him being louder.

Stella’s cries reached fever pitch – the look of utmost pleasure on her face telling him she was going to cum – and soon. At the same time Carly’s hips were moving faster and she was pressing back into him, her moans louder against Stella’s pussy. He could only imagine the vibrations caused by Carly’s moans were having an effect on the sensations Stella was feeling; for the millionth time since they had entered into their relationship, he thought about how lucky they were to have such an incredible sex life.

The three of them were moaning, groaning and crying out, the sounds of their pleasure mingling to create some sort of sex chorus. Stella’s cries had transitioned into screeches and Brad could see Carly pressing her face more firmly against Stella’s pussy, he knew her tongue would be moving back and forward against Stella’s clit at an astonishing rate. In some ways Brad was envious of Carly, he loved the taste of Stella’s pussy juice on his tongue and decided perhaps he would need a turn later in the evening.

He didn’t understand guys that complained about having to go down on their girlfriend or wife; one of his favourite things to do was eat one woman and eat the other straight after. There was nothing better than having both women at the mercy of his tongue and then hearing them scream when they couldn’t handle any more.

Brad watched as Stella started to tremble, his fingers digging deeply into Carly’s hips as he braced himself for the loud scream that would inevitably erupt from Stella in a few seconds. The trembling became more pronounced, the loud screeches suddenly became screams and as Stella’s orgasm hit he pulled Carly back into him, ensuring he hit deep inside, knowing that would help trigger her own orgasm.

His orgasm was steadily building and he hoped Carly would cum before he did; he always put Carly’s and Stella’s pleasure ahead of his own and felt oddly guilty if he came before one or both of them had. Judging by the tightness of her cunt Brad knew Carly’s orgasm would hit soon and he couldn’t stop himself slamming harder into her, in hopes it would make her orgasm even stronger when it did hit.

Carly’s cries became more high-pitched and he could feel the muscles in her hips tensing beneath his fingertips; at the same time her pussy began to strangle his cock and not release. Harder, and harder he moved against her, his cock ramming into the back of her pussy making her cry out even louder. The cries turned into screams and the constant friction against his cock became almost too much. His breathing was fast and shallow, his ass was tight and he was gripping Carly’s hips tightly, anchoring himself in preparation for his orgasmic release.

When Carly’s screams became louder she pressed tightly back against him again; he could feel her shaking and put more effort into the movement of his hips, groaning loudly as his cock started to throb with such intensity it became uncomfortable. He slammed into her as hard and fast as he could and after five final thrusts Carly screamed long and loud as she came undone around him, the contractions of her pussy milking his cock.

Carly was still riding the crest of her orgasm when his hit and he roared loudly, pressing into Carly while pulling her back at the hips, cock pulsating as he spilled his load into the tight heat of her cunt. The orgasm didn’t seem to want to stop and when it finally petered off Brad felt more than a little light headed.

He released Carly’s hips and watched through heavy eyelids as she crawled up the bed and lay beside Stella, immediately snuggling up against her and letting out a satisfied sigh. Brad’s legs were shaking so he followed Carly’s lead and crawled up the bed, coming to a stop on the other side of Stella.

Somehow they managed to move under the blankets and as Brad rested his head against Stella’s chest he put his arm over her, his hand coming to rest on Carly’s hip. Carly did the same thing with her arm and he smiled as he felt her fingers lightly stroking his side.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Stella whispered and Brad nuzzled his nose against her neck.

“I’m glad as well,” Brad replied.

“We missed you,” Carly added and he smiled, loving that after so long together the three of them still missed each other when they were apart.

“I missed both of you as well,” Brad told them honestly.

“We were talking about the naughty weekend we spent in Sydney and that was what got us horny before you got home,” Carly informed him and he smirked as he remembered the weekend she was talking about.

“Perhaps we should reminisce some more after dinner,” Brad suggested, unable to think of anything he’d like more than spending the night having sex with Carly and Stella.

“Food and sex, perfect way to spend a night!” Stella joked and they all laughed.

“I love you two crazy women,” Brad declared.

“We love you too,” Carly and Stella replied in unison, both smiling adoringly at him.

My Sexy Saturday, week 46

Another ‘My Sexy Saturday‘ is upon us!  For those of you who don’t know, My Sexy Saturday is a fun way for writers to showcase their writing.   Each week writers post 7 words, sentences or paragraphs, on a specific (sexy!) theme.  The excerpt can be from a published work, or a work in progress.

This week’s theme is ‘A Sexy Afternoon’, and is pretty straightforward!  For my contribution this week, I have chosen to share an excerpt from ‘Georgia: Exposed‘, the lastest story in my ‘Georgia & Zoe‘ series.

The ‘Georgia & Zoe’ series is about two women who unexpectedly fall in love, and chronicles their life together.  So far there are five books in the series, and I am about to start working on the sixth book.  The books are all free for download on Smashwords.

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Georgia watched as Zoe unlocked and pushed the front door open, giggling as she watched her pull her top off before she was even inside properly. Georgia walked quickly up the path, by the time she had entered the house Zoe was already upstairs and Georgia could hear the water running in the bathroom. Deciding that composure was overrated Georgia walked over to the MP3 player which was hooked up to speakers and turned it on. Loud. She then began to run as well, taking the stairs two at a time to reach the second floor in record time.

In the bathroom Georgia found her sexy girlfriend in a very naked state. With a sudden intense need to feel her naked body pressed against Zoe’s, Georgia speedily discarded her clothes and then looked at Zoe hungrily. She wanted all of her, she wanted to make her scream and writhe around, to tease her until she was begging to be taken. Knowing she couldn’t wait until the bath was ready Georgia quickly stalked over to where Zoe was standing by the vanity unit and pressed her up against it. Rather than kissing her, Georgia moved both of her hands to Zoe’s boobs and lightly squeezed both of her nipples.

“Get on the vanity…” Georgia ordered, her tone soft but commanding.

Zoe quickly lifted herself onto the vanity unit and Georgia took absolutely no time in spreading her girlfriend’s legs open, crouching down and then burying her face in the heavenly wetness that was Zoe’s pussy. Zoe moaned loudly and gripped on to Georgia’s hair as she made the first lap with her tongue, groaning in delight as she concentrated on the taste of Zoe against her tongue. She had eaten her girlfriend more times than she could count, there was hardly a day that had passed over the past two months without Georgia’s tongue dipping inside Zoe’s hole, but the taste of Zoe was something that Georgia never got used to. Each taste of her girlfriend’s sopping pussy was just as spectacular as the time before.

When Georgia pressed the tip of her tongue inside Zoe’s pussy she realised just how ravenous she was for her girlfriend and knew she had to make a decision very quickly. She could either make Zoe cum on the vanity unit, or she could stop and they could get into the bath so they could follow through with their initial plan. Zoe’s loud moans were very hard to ignore and Georgia wondered how she could even think of breaking the tongue-pussy contact for a second, not when she had worked Zoe into such a hot, wet mess. Moving her hands under Zoe’s thighs, Georgia put her hands on Zoe’s hips and pulled her more tightly against her mouth, her own groans of pleasure coming just as close together as Zoe’s were.

Zoe wasn’t the only one who was saturated, and when Georgia felt moisture on the very tops of her thighs she decided it was only right for both of them to cum. Georgia moved back from Zoe and helped her off the vanity unit and they walked toward the bath, a heated look passing between the two women as Zoe turned the taps off and they both picked up a vibrator from the stool beside the large avocado-shaped bath. Georgia could hear Zoe whimpering as they lowered themselves into the bath and the moment they were positioned perfectly with their legs invitingly spread, there was only one thing left to do.

Georgia giggled quietly when she pressed the button on the vibrator she was holding and it began to make a familiar buzzing sound. As she moved her vibrator down between her legs, Georgia’s eyes were glued to Zoe who was squeezing one of her nipples between her fingers while moving her vibrator down between her legs. When Zoe started to run the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit Georgia felt her own pussy clenching tightly, and she knew it wasn’t entirely because she had entered the top inch of the vibrator inside her hole. She had watched Zoe masturbating before, but she had never seen her on display like that in the bath.

 

Introducing ‘Georgia: Taken’

The ‘Georgia & Zoes’ series seems to have taken on a life of its own!  Originally ‘Georgia: Restrained’ was going to be a one off, a little bit of a test to see whether or not a story of mine would get ONE view, maybe even ten… possssibly twenty.  Over 1500 downloads later, I am starting to believe that MAYBE I do have at least a little talent when it comes to writing… and it is probably that belief that has motivated me to add to the ‘Georgia & Zoe’ series.

I published the latest book in the series this week, it is called ‘Georgia: Taken’, and takes place the day after ‘Zoe: Bared’.  I am going to post the story here, so won’t give away too much, but this story is the one in which Georgia and Zoe officially become ‘Georgia & Zoe’, and the two women become more familiar with one another.

And of course, there is a lot of sex had.
It’s erotica.  It is a necessity!

If you want to download the story, you can do so here ‘Georgia: Taken’.  The story (as with the others) is free.

For those of you more interested in reading it RIGHT NOW, then this is for you!

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GEORGIA: TAKEN

Zoe was still grinning when she opened the door to her house and let herself in. To say she was on cloud nine was a major understatement – her night with Georgia had been amazing – unexpected, but amazing. Neither women wanted to get out of bed that morning, but Georgia had a class she needed to get to and Zoe needed to get on to her piece while the memory of the night was still fresh in her head. Not that it would ever fade, she had a feeling.

After making herself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, Zoe carried that and her bags of gear up to her studio, ready to settle in for a morning of work, work and more work. She connected her camera and video recorder up to her computer and waited while the images and videos loaded onto her it. Zoe was a little impatient for the copying to finish and tried to pretend it was to do with wanting to get started on her piece, rather than wanting to watch the video and look at the images of Georgia masturbating.

It wasn’t possible though as the thought alone was causing her pussy to tingle in anticipation and it occurred to her that she may have difficulty concentrating enough to do any art work. The creative part of her brain seemed to have been taken over by the sexual part, more specifically the part of her brain that couldn’t stop giving her images of her very first time being with a woman.

It wasn’t just the act of sex either as she was being bombarded with memories of how good Georgia smelled, of the way Georgia had smiled at her after she had given Zoe her first girl-induced orgasm. Zoe couldn’t stop thinking about the sound of Georgia’s voice, or her naughty little grin and she smiled as she thought about how tousled and sexy Georgia’s hair had been when they had finally got out of bed that morning.

Finally the video and images were copied onto the computer. Zoe took a deep, cleansing breath then made a conscious choice to use that creative part of her brain, which had so far that day been elusive. The first photo of Georgia was of her lying on the bed smiling nervously and Zoe smiled as she remembered the moment. Flicking through the photos one-by-one, Zoe realised that she was in trouble. As the photos progressed – and Georgia was pictured getting more and more carried away by masturbating – Zoe’s arousal level grew, and grew, and grew. What had been a tingle in her pussy quickly turned into an intense throb, the wetness between her legs seemed to increase ten times with each photo she viewed.

As she got closer to the last of the photos she had taken, Zoe knew she had done a very stupid thing. Not only were the photos making her horny to look at, but they were also causing her to remember the night she and Georgia had shared. Her pussy was wet, it was swollen and she NEEDED to be touched. She needed to feel Georgia’s gentle touch, she needed to feel Georgia’s tongue against her own, she needed to feel Georgia’s fingers digging into her hips, she needed to feel Georgia’s tongue ravenously lapping up and down her cunt, she needed to feel Georgia’s lips around her nipple and to feel the heat of her mouth as she suckled on her nipple. She needed Georgia. She needed her BADLY.

Zoe went back through the photos and when she got to the first of the photos of Georgia with a finger inside her pussy she whimpered loudly and her body shook. She was taken back to 3am that morning, when Georgia had gotten up to use the bathroom. When Georgia had returned to bed Zoe had cuddled up to her but rather than going to sleep, had found herself waking up more, realising there was something she badly needed to do.

Zoe had put a hand between Georgia’s thighs and moved Georgia’s leg over her hip, then quickly made her intentions clear, sliding her hand down Georgia’s side and then inward until her fingers had come in contact with Georgia’s pussy. Zoe had been stunned when she had felt just how wet Georgia’s pussy was, and as she had slowly pressed two fingers inside her, she had been unsure whether she or Georgia moaned the loudest.

Zoe had, of course, masturbated before. She was very familiar with her own vagina, but having her fingers inside another woman had been something new for her. As she had moved her fingers slowly in and out of Georgia’s wetness, Zoe had concentrated on the way Georgia felt around her fingers, loving the way Georgia’s pussy gave a tight squeeze every time her fingers rubbed over a particular spot. It was strange, feeling female arousal from the other side of it… she knew how she felt when she was being fingered, but it was a strange and wonderful feeling to feel another woman clenching and squeezing around her fingers.

A few minutes into it, Georgia had rolled onto her back and spread her legs widely. Zoe had taken it as an invitation to use more fingers on her and groaned when she had easily managed to push four fingers inside Georgia. Zoe had enjoyed moving her fingers at different speeds and changing the angle of her hand, quickly learning the type of movement and force that Georgia enjoyed, which, as it turned out, was hard and very fast! Zoe couldn’t believe it when Georgia had started to cry out loudly and as Zoe noticed Georgia’s pussy getting tighter and tighter, she had come to the realisation that Georgia was getting extremely close to cumming. She hadn’t expected to make Georgia cum, all she had really wanted was to feel what it was like to have her fingers coated in the juices of another woman. But, as she pounded Georgia with her fingers, she had known there was no way she could have only done it for a couple of minutes… it was much too enjoyable, and feeling Georgia respond to what she was doing, it was indescribable.

When Zoe drifted out of her little daze she realised she was rubbing her nipple through her t-shirt. She couldn’t stop herself, it felt so good and gave her a little relief from the intense throbbing deep inside her pussy. Needing more, Zoe undid her bra and slipped it off underneath her t-shirt, then threw it on the floor. Immediately she moved her hands back to her nipples and began to rub them through the cotton of her t-shirt… the friction only added to the stimulation, and soon rubbing them wasn’t enough. Zoe began to pluck her nipples with her fingertips, squeezing them tighter the more she did it. In her mind it was Georgia playing with her nipples, in her mind her and Georgia were naked in bed, with all the time in the world to explore each other’s body.

Usually Zoe was a silent masturbator, but imagining it was Georgia touching her caused Zoe to whimper quietly as she squeezed her nipples. Her legs began to spread of their own accord and Zoe actually moaned as she slid one hand inside the band of her pants, and then slipped her fingers inside the band of her panties. Cupping her mound with her hand, Zoe slowly ran a finger up and down her slit, sighing with pleasure as she felt the silky wetness coating her finger. Something about touching her pussy made Zoe squeeze her nipple even harder, and as she did this her hips tilted forward, as if trying to coax her finger into her pussy.

Zoe began to shake as she sunk two fingers into her aching pussy, then moaned loudly as she started to move her fingers back and forward, while caressing her clitoris with her thumb. It felt good having her fingers in her pussy, but because of her pants she felt restricted and couldn’t quite find the angle to make things feel as good as she knew they could. Taking her hand from her pussy, and out of her pants, Zoe got off her chair and got rid of her pants. For a moment she considered going downstairs to get her vibrator from her bedroom, but she was so horny and aroused and in need of an orgasm that she didn’t want to wait.

Sitting back on her chair, Zoe put her hands on her desk, then spread her legs to the side and tilted her hips back, which meant her pussy was pressed against the seat of the chair. It was an old trick of hers, and as she began to move her hips in a circular motion, the firmness of the seat of the chair combined with the pressure of her body weight to cause a lot of much needed friction. There was friction against her clit, but also friction against her labia, and she let out whimpery moans whenever she felt her wet, swollen lips gliding against each other. In essence she was riding her chair, and anyone who saw her would probably think she was crazy, but after she had accidently found the position one day while watching porn on her computer, it had become one of her regular ways to masturbate.

When she needed more, Zoe began to move her hips harder, and rather than using a circular motion she began to move her hips back and forward. She could feel her pussy tightening and clutched onto her desk tighter so she would be able to grind herself harder to orgasm. She groaned loudly – and not with pleasure – when she heard the loud musical tone of her doorbell. It was NOT the time for religious folk to try and open a dialogue about religion, it was not the time for someone to try and sell her a newspaper subscription, it was not the time for anything, except having a much needed orgasm! Zoe kept moving against her chair, knowing whoever was at the door would disappear if she didn’t answer.

The doorbell rang again and she ignored it, but found her concentration starting to drift. ‘FUCK OFF!’ she wanted to scream out, instead she tried to focus her attention on the throb of her pussy and the swell of her clit. After half a minute she started to get back into it and began to moan a little louder than she had been, her pussy felt extremely wet and she knew that her orgasm was going to be powerful… and hopefully enough to allow her to actually do some artwork. But the doorbell rang again and Zoe let out a frustrated, almost angry groan as she got up off her chair, and then picked up one of her ‘art’ skirts from the drawers in the room and put it on. The skirt was covered in paint, but she couldn’t be bothered putting her pants back on, so it would have to do.

Zoe ran down the stairs on admittedly wobbly legs and then opened the door just as the doorbell rang again.

What the hell do you w…” Zoe stopped mid-sentence when she realised who it was that was ringing the doorbell.

I… I couldn’t concentrate… I left my class… I looked you up online.. and um, here I am… creeping you out by showing up unannounced on your doorstep, you can tell me to g…” Georgia’s nervous ramble was cut off by Zoe’s lips, and quickly her tongue, as they stood on the doorstep kissing.

Need you… badly…” Zoe declared breathlessly as she put her hands on Georgia’s hips and pulled her over the threshold, closing the door loudly once they were inside.

Georgia’s breath audibly hitched as Zoe pinned her up against the door, and again the two women kissed. Zoe couldn’t keep her hands still, taking great pleasure in roaming Georgia’s body as the kiss deepened. She brushed her fingertips against Georgia’s cheeks, and grazed them down her neck, she ran her hands along Georgia’s shoulders and down her arms, then up her sides, running her fingers up the sides of Georgia’s boobs, and then back down again, her hands eventually resting on Georgia’s hips. The kiss was full of hunger, hunger that caused Zoe to dig her fingers into Georgia’s hips.

Zoe let out a strangled groan as she felt Georgia press her hips forward, and when Zoe returned the favour, it was Georgia who let out a moan of pleasure, of need. More. Zoe needed more. Breaking off the kiss, Zoe began to kiss down down Georgia’s throat, nipping gently as she reached the hollow of her throat. Downward, the kissing continued, over the soft skin of her chest, Zoe’s lips moving ever closer to the swell of Georgia’s breasts, breasts she NEEDED to see, to touch, to play with. Silently promising to buy her a new one, Zoe tore apart Georgia’s shirt, buttons could be heard landing on the floor but it was merely background noise as Zoe greedily sucked on the first of Georgia’s nipples, through the cup of her bra.

Switching to the other nipple, Zoe sucked on it just as hungrily, and was very aware of Georgia moaning in desperation. Zoe smirked briefly as Georgia pulled the other cup of her bra down, and taking it as an invitation, Zoe moved back to that nipple and this time took it in her mouth, sucking lustily on it. Zoe could feel her pussy clenching tightly, and could feel the top of her thighs were wet with her arousal, but it was no surprise. She had never been more turned on, not even the night beforehand, watching Georgia masturbate. When Zoe switched nipples again, she sucked the nipple deep into her mouth and could hear Georgia whimpering in a manner that suggested she was very flustered. As Zoe dropped to her knees she licked her lips and could feel her mouth watering in anticipation of what would be her very first taste of Georgia.

Zoe made very quick work of Georgia’s wrap-around skirt, and as it fell to the floor beside them, it was Zoe who whimpered loudly, at the revelation that Georgia wasn’t wearing any panties. Zoe’s need to taste Georgia on her tongue was far too great and she wasted no time at all in hooking Georgia’s leg over her shoulder. As she shuffled closer to Georgia’s awaiting pussy, she was met by a deliciously heady scent and could not control herself, pressing her face between Georgia’s legs and trailing her tongue from Georgia’s hole to her clit. Zoe moaned loudly against Georgia’s pussy and then started to lick again.

It surprised her how naturally it came to her and as she repeatedly licked up and down Georgia’s wet slit, all Zoe could think was that she wanted to do it again, and again, and again. After she had made the first few passes of Georgia’s pussy with her tongue, Zoe began to experiment with Georgia’s clit. She started out licking it slowly, and very lightly, and loved the almost purr sound that Georgia made. As she used more pressure with her tongue, Georgia’s purr-like sound became more of a moan and Zoe knew she was on the right track. When she began to move her tongue faster Georgia’s moans instantly became louder and more of the high-pitched variety… and when Zoe moved her tongue even faster and Georgia clamped onto her hair Zoe knew she had found what worked for Georgia!

Zoe moved her hands and put them on Georgia’s ass, pulling her hips forward so she could apply even more pressure to Georgia’s clit. Georgia’s moans became even louder and as she started to gasp for breath, Zoe could sense Georgia’s climax was approaching. Georgia gripped tightly onto Zoe’s hair and something about that gesture caused Zoe to groan loudly against Georgia’s pussy, and she could feel the wetness starting to trickle down her thighs. Zoe had never ever been so aroused or so wet, but in that moment she didn’t care at all about her own sexual gratification, all she wanted was to give Georgia the orgasm of her life!

Georgia began to pant loudly and as she uttered ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’, Zoe focused all her attention on Georgia’s clit, moving her tongue as fast as she possibly could, while maintaining the same level of pressure. Zoe knew Georgia was seconds away when she began gasping for breath and tightened her grip on Zoe’s hair. The tension in Georgia’s thighs was increasing, and as her cries became more high pitched, Zoe could tell she was right on the cusp.

Wanting to push her right over the edge Zoe pulled Georgia’s hips more firmly against her face and was rewarded seconds later when Georgia let out a loud scream and her orgasm hit. Georgia’s hips were bucking against her face and Zoe could taste the increased wetness which was a result of the orgasm. Zoe decreased the pressure she was applying to Georgia’s clit and by the time her orgasm was over Zoe’s tongue was barely in contact with Georgia’s pussy. As Georgia released her grip on Zoe’s hair, Zoe could tell Georgia’s legs started to give way, so she moved Georgia’s leg from over her shoulder and carefully supported her lover as she collapsed down to the floor and into Zoe’s arms.

Georgia struggled to catch her breath, but had enough energy to smile up at Zoe. Zoe was again struck by Georgia’s beauty and felt confused as to why such a beautiful woman would be in any way interested in such a plain looking woman as her.

I was hoping for a positive response when you opened the door and saw it was me, but I didn’t expect that,” Georgia said a couple of minutes later with a broad smile on her face, as she sat up and looked Zoe in the eye.

I was so overcome by… something… I needed you so badly, and, well, there you were,” Zoe said, returning Georgia’s smile.

I got to my class and you were the only thing on my mind, Zoe. I needed to see you again,” Georgia told her. “Last night was amazing and I hated having to leave so early this morning, before we’d had a chance to talk, before I had even had a chance to make you breakfast,” she added.

I hate that I’m the reason you’re missing a class right now,” Zoe said and Georgia took her hand.

I was worried that you’d be upset with me,” Georgia confessed. “I kept wondering if you thought I had made up the story of having a class so that I would have an excuse to leave,” she admitted.

That thought didn’t cross my mind,” Zoe reassured her and then stood up and helped Georgia to her feet. “Come on. Let’s go to my bedroom so we can talk somewhere a little more comfortable,” she offered and Georgia nodded her agreement.

I like that you suggested we go to bed to talk and not go to bed so we can have sex,” Georgia commented and then giggled nervously, “Not that I would have been insulted if you had suggested we go to bed for the sole purpose of having sex.”

Zoe led Georgia through the kitchen and down the hallway to her bedroom, and as Georgia undressed her, she was reminded of when Georgia had done the same thing the night before. Zoe helped Georgia out of her remaining items of clothing and as they got in bed together, Zoe smiled at Georgia and brushed a stray hair from her face.

I hope you’re not missing anything important in your class,” Zoe said and Georgia shook her head, no.

I know it sounds corny, but… this… this is important… us being here, together,” Georgia said, a bright red blush coming to her cheeks. Zoe was taken aback by Georgia’s comment, but at the same time it filled her with an amazing sense of hope.

It’s not corny, and for the record, I… I am glad that you are here, that weare here,” Zoe replied, surprised by the direction their conversation was taking and curious to see where it would go.

Can I be honest with you?” Georgia asked, giving her a shy, vulnerable look. Zoe put her hand on top of Georgia’s hand and lightly stroked the top of it.

Of course you can,” Zoe answered softly.

I tried not to feel this way, but… Zoe, last night… for me it was… well, it was more than just sex. I woke up this morning and felt so happy you were there, and I felt so, I don’t know… safe, or something, having you right there,” Georgia confessed very quietly. A lump rose in Zoe’s throat, and she inhaled deeply to compose herself before responding.

I like hearing you say that, because… it was more than sex for me as well, the moment I saw you I felt something for you, something I still can’t explain… I know it is very forward of me, I know it is very early, but… Georgia, I know that I want to see you again, I know that I want to get to know you better, and I know that I… I want you to be… mine…” Zoe said, knowing she owed it to Georgia to be as honest as she had moments before.

I want you as well,” Georgia said, giggling nervously.

I don’t know how the hell to go about this, I don’t know how the hell to be in a relationship with a woman, but… I want to learn, with you,” Zoe said, smiling wistfully at Georgia.

It felt as if they moved into each others arms in slow motion, and as they began to kiss, Zoe had a sense of everything being right in the world. It was a feeling she had waited her whole life to have, but it seemed that with Georgia, she finally had it. A relationship with a woman was unchartered territory for both of them, but at the same time, the idea of a relationship with Georgia felt natural to her.

I hope I didn’t disrupt you from anything important with my insistent doorbell ringing!” Georgia joked when they parted for air. Zoe giggled and bit her lip.

Um, actually, I was looking at the photos of you from last night, and was kind of, um… touching… myself,” Zoe admitted and Georgia burst out laughing.

I love the irony of that!” Georgia announced and Zoe laughed.

I was an idiot to think I could look at photos of you like that and not get turned on,” Zoe commented.

So I interrupted you before you had a chance to get off?” Georgia asked and Zoe shrugged.

It was very worth it to be able to taste you,” Zoe responded and winked at her.

I am glad you feel that way,” Georgia whispered as she leaned forward and kissed her again, her tongue trailing along Zoe’s top lip.

Georgia kissed slowly along Zoe’s jaw and as she nibbled on her earlobe, Zoe couldn’t stop the little sigh of pleasure that escaped from her lips. Georgia moved on from her earlobe and kissed her way down Zoe’s neck, eliciting a moan from Zoe as she teased the crook of her neck with the tip of her tongue. Zoe felt a renewed ache in her pussy, which only intensified as Georgia began kissing her again, peppering kisses down her chest until her lips came into contact with one of Zoe’s nipples.

Zoe groaned as Georgia started to suck on her nipple and groaned even louder when Georgia started to play with the other nipple with her fingers. With each squeeze of the nipple, Zoe could feel her pussy clenching tighter and tighter and when Georgia began to flick the nipple in her mouth with her tongue she found herself unable to keep her legs closed any longer. As Zoe opened her legs to Georgia, she began to whimper and writhe around on the bed. Georgia was avoiding her pussy completely and Zoe NEEDED to be touched. Georgia looked up at her and Zoe could see a wicked glint in her eye that told her Georgia planned to tease her a while longer.

For some reason when Georgia sucked harder on the nipple while maintaining eye contact, the sensations felt even more intense and Zoe groaned loudly, her pussy aching to be touched. Zoe grasped onto Georgia’s hand and attempted to pull it down toward her sopping wet pussy, but Georgia resisted. For another two minutes Georgia sucked on her nipple and just as Zoe was preparing to beg for more, she felt Georgia’s hand leave her nipple and and it was only when Zoe felt her hand brush against her pubes that she realised she had been holding her breath in anticipation.

Inhaling deeply, Zoe bit her lip as she felt Georgia’s fingers creeping closer and closer to their target. As she felt the slightest brush of fingertip against wet flesh, Zoe cried out, and when she finally felt the pad of Georgia’s finger gliding through her juices she groaned in a mixture of pleasure and relief. Georgia pushed two fingers inside Zoe’s cunt, and as she started to pump them in and out, Zoe felt relieved that the teasing wasn’t going to continue. Georgia had obviously read her well and could tell that what she needed wasn’t to be slowly brought to orgasm, but to reach her climax in a hard and fast fashion. It had been a long time coming, after all!

Georgia continued sucking Zoe’s nipple while she pounded her with her fingers. The combination of nipple stimulation and the friction caused by Georgia’s fingers left Zoe writhing around on the bed, bucking her hips and crying out for more. Georgia kept her fingers steady and Zoe gave herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. For once she didn’t try to fight the orgasm which was speedily building deep inside her and when she began shrieking she knew she was being louder than she had ever been. It wasn’t something she could help though, what Georgia was doing to her nipple and pussy felt spectacular. Whatever the spot was that Georgia was striking inside her pussy, it was causing such an intense level of pleasure that she began to tremble as her orgasm approached.

When her orgasm hit Zoe screamed loud and long, her pussy clamping around Georgia’s fingers so tightly that when she came down from her orgasm, the muscles of her pussy hurt. Zoe somehow made her way into Georgia’s arms and as she rested her head on Georgia’s shoulder, she found herself struggling to catch her breath. Zoe had never cum so hard before and especially not after being fingered! She had always enjoyed the feeling of fingers in her pussy but tended to rely on oral or cock for her actual orgasm… with Georgia though, there had been no doubt in her mind she would cum with fingers buried deep inside her!

That was um, easier, than I imagined it would be,” Georgia whispered to her and Zoe giggled quietly as she moved back slightly so they could look at each other.

I have never cum quite so hard in my life,” Zoe told her and then squeezed her eyes shut as her pussy clenched tightly at the memory of what Georgia had just done to her.

Seeing you cumming like that, and hearing it, I… well, it got me horny all over again,” Georgia admitted, looking embarrassed. Zoe laughed.

I have a feeling that it would be very easy for two women to spend a day in bed together, having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm,” Zoe commented as she innocently brushed the back of her hand against one of Georgia’s nipples.

I think it is highly possible,” Georgia agreed, swallowing loudly as Zoe massaged one of her nipples with the pad of her thumb.

I would say it is more than just ‘highly possible’,” Zoe casually replied.

Mmm hmmm,” was all Georgia could manage in response when Zoe started to rub her thumb back and forward over Georgia’s increasingly hard nipple, before letting out a husky moan as Zoe started to roll the nipple between her thumb and index finger.

Georgia and Zoe then spent the rest of the day and well into the night, proving that Zoe’s theory was very true. Zoe lost count of how many orgasms were had, but had a feeling her neighbour could probably tell them…

I can’t think of a better way to start a Monday…

After spending two hours wasting time (and getting very turned on…) trawling Tumblr for images of sex (purely for inspriational purposes…), I decided I should just create my own Tumblr.

So that is what I did. you can check it out here!

After another couple of hours trawling Tumblr yesterday, I decided that I should be nice and share some of my favourite images and gifs, right here on my blog.

And that is why I am here today, to share with you the first of my Tumblr faves… as you can tell by the title of the link, which will take you to the gif, it is probably not advisable to open it at work, or in front of children.

Depending on how exhausted and not in the mood for sex you are, probably not a good idea to open it around your other half either…

I now give you… Sweet girly oral sex

Enjoy xxx

How Georgia met Zoe! (aka, new ‘Georgia & Zoe’ book published)

My latest cover

The latest story in the ‘Georgia & Zoe’ series has now been published!

‘Zoe: Bared’ is where it all begins, the story of how Georgia and Zoe meet, and how exactly they go from being artist and subject, to lovers.

Because the book is free to download off Smashwords, I won’t bother with a PDF for the story, but you can download ‘Zoe: Bared’ here!

Or… of course… you can read the story right here, right now!

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Zoe: Bared

Georgia felt nervous as she heard the knock on the door. She was about to do the craziest thing she had ever done, and wasn’t sure if she was quite prepared for it.
 
A week earlier she had been talking to a photographer friend, complaining about her lack of money, and the general mundaneness of her life. Josiah had informed her that an arty acquaintance of his was looking for someone to pose nude for a piece for an erotic art exhibition, and because he knew she had posed nude several times before, he thought it might be a way for her to earn a few extra dollars. Georgia had got the artist’s email address from Josiah and contacted her as soon as she’d got home.
 
Georgia had explained in her initial email that she had posed nude before and was comfortable being naked. It had given her a thrill when the artist, Zoe, had replied almost immediately, but she hadn’t expected the contents of Zoe’s reply. Essentially, Zoe had explained, she was entering a piece in an exhibition, the subject of which was erotic art. This, Georgia knew. What had come as a surprise was Zoe adding that the theme she was focusing on was orgasm, more particularly, the look of orgasm.
 
What Zoe wanted wasn’t someone to merely pose nude for her. No. She wanted a woman to work herself to orgasm, while she photographed and recorded the orgasmic response of the subject. The photographs and video would be used by Zoe to capture the moment orgasm hit, and the final product would be in the form of a drawing. The photos and recorded material would be destroyed after the piece was finished, or would be given to the subject, if they wished.
 
Had it been a man wanting her to perform in such a way, Georgia would have said no, but something about Zoe made Georgia feel relaxed, and almost excited by the idea. She had always been comfortable with her body and her sexuality, to the extent her post graduate work was in the field of human sexuality. Sex was something she loved – both the physical act and the psychology of it – and perhaps Zoe’s creative project was something she could learn from.
 
With that in mind, and because she liked the general idea, Georgia had offered to be Zoe’s subject. Georgia had felt an immediate connection to Zoe, even though they had only shared a few emails, and had quickly found herself getting excited about her next foray into the art world. She was so confident that when Zoe had asked if she wanted to meet her first, Georgia had said no, and told her she would be happy to meet when they had their session.
 
And that night had arrived.
 
Per their agreement, Zoe arrived at Georgia’s house, at 7.30pm. Though she had been confident in the build up, hearing the soft knock on the door made her feel nervous. She was about to masturbate in front of a complete stranger, while said stranger studied her and took photographs. Was she crazy? Georgia took a deep breath as she opened the door, but when she saw Zoe standing there, all her doubts disappeared. Something about Zoe made Georgia feel safe, and relaxed… they hadn’t even spoken a word yet.
 
“Hi, I am Zoe,” Zoe introduced herself, and held her hand out ot Georgia. Immediately Georgia noticed the bright red nailpolish on Zoe’s nails, almost the same shade as the polish on her own nails!
“I am Georgia,” Georga told her, feeling a little giddy.
“Thank you so much for doing this,” Zoe exclaimed as they shook hands.
“My pleasure,” Georgia replied, and then laughed loudly when she realised what she had said. “Quite literally, I hope!” she joked, still laughing. “Come on in.”
 
Georgia led Zoe into the lounge and they sat down across from each other on recliners.
 
“Where would you like to do this?” Zoe questioned, smiling softly.
“I thought perhaps the bedroom,” Georgia suggested.
“Good idea, especially if it is where you are most comfortable doing it,” Zoe said, a glint in her eyes as she referred to the act of masturbation.
“Bed, bath, kitchen table,” Georgia replied good-naturedly, but not joking.
“The good old bath, eh,” Zoe joked, and the women both laughed.
“I don’t think there is a room I haven’t done it in,” Georgia commented, finding it weird that she felt so comfortable talking about masturbation with a complete stranger.
“Now, do you need any time to prepare?” Zoe asked, and Georgia shook her head, no.
“I have lots of erotic fiction on my room, they always get me going,” Georgia told Zoe, and then stood up. “Um, shall we go through?” she asked. Zoe stood up.
“Yes, let’s get this show on the road,” Zoe exclaimed, excitedly.
 
Zoe followed Georgia into her bedroom, then set her gear down on the floor. As she knelt down to open the bags, Georgia climbed onto her bed and lay down. Watching Zoe, she was struck by how beautiful she was. Her hourglass figure was the shape most women could only dream of, and her breasts were noticably perky, and very plump looking – the type of breasts men would drool over – even she was finding it hard not to stare. Nipples were easy to see beneath the v-neck long sleeved t-shirt Zoe was wearing, and for the first time Georgia found herself wondering what another woman’s nipples would feel like. She could tell they were very hard, and the thought caused the tell-tale tingle of arousal between her legs.
 
Zoe looked up at her and smiled, something about the smile caused a little flutter in Georgia’s heart, and that giddy feeling came back. When Zoe had all her gear set up she stood up and smiled again.
“You can keep your robe on for this if that makes you more comfortable,” Zoe offered.
“No, I want to help as best as I can, if me being naked helps you do the best work possible, then that is what I will do,” Georgia replied confidently.
“When you are ready, strip off, and then just go about your usual routine. If you decide against the video recording at any stage, just tell me,” Zoe said, in a very business-like manner.
Georgia stood up off her bed and undid the belt of her robe, then let it fall from her arms, onto the floor. Standing naked before Zoe felt a lot different than the times she had posed for various art classes. Being naked for Zoe felt almost intimate, like there was emotion attached that wasn’t usually there. Zoe smiled at her.
“I love your tattoos!” Zoe exclaimed, and Georgia looked down at the numerous tattoos which adorned her skin. Each had meaning, each was symbolic to a particular stage in her life.
“I am addicted,” Georgia confessed, and then laughed when Zoe pulled up the sleeves of her top, revealing two full-sleeve tattoos.
“So am I,” Zoe said with a wink.
“I am jealous, I would love one full sleeve, let alone two!” Georgia sighed wishfully.
“Perhaps we can chat about tatts after we are done here,” Zoe suggested and Georgia nodded.
“That would be great!” Georgia agreed, as she sat back down on her bed.
 
Looking at Zoe’s tattoos, Georgia didn’t only feel envy, she also felt more than a little turned on, therefore, it felt natural to begin stroking one of her nipples, as she lay back on the bed. Georgia moved her free hand up to her other nipple and gently rolled it between her fingertips, letting out a soft moan of deligh as she applied a little more pressure with her fingers. Soon, she started doing the same to the other nipple, and her moans became a little louder, the tingling between her legs becoming very noticeable.
 
Georgia was aware of Zoe taking photos, but it didn’t bother her, or take her mind off what she was meant to be doing. Maybe that was because she had always had a fantasy of being watched… and in a small way, the fantasy was coming true. There was no way she would confess that to Zoe, as she would hate Zoe to think that she had only agreed to be her subject to live out a perverted fantasy.
 
Georgia had started squeezing her nipples and found that the harder she squeezed them, the stronger the urge to spread her legs became. Her pussy was starting to swell and the need to slip a finger between her wet lips was becoming more intense. When her legs parted of their own accord Georgia heard what sounded like a quiet whimper from Zoe. Georgia understood it though, it was hard not to respond when witnessing a sexual act, whether it was on TV, in a movie, a book, a magazine… or in real life.
 
With her legs spread, Georgia drifted one hand down her body, stopping when it was positioned lightly on her pubes. Georgia crept her hand forward and ran her finger lightly over her clit, letting out a heated sigh at the contact. She rubbed her finger back and forward over her clit a few times, before gliding her finger down her slit, and finally dipping it inside her hole.
 
Georgia moaned loudly as she slipped her finger as deeply inside herself as she could manage. She moved the finger slowly, groaning as she brushed over a couple of very sensitive spots, which made her instantly wetter. The walls of her pussy began to throb and suddenly one finger just wasn’t enough.
 
Georgia briefly withdrew her finger from her swollen wetness, then slid two fingers in, shuddering as they rubbed against a particularly magical spot. Her fingers were slick with her juices, and slid almost too easily in and out, so she added a third finger, crying out as the increased width stretched her hole and the swollen walls of her cunt. As she moved her fingers faster, her moans became louder, the increased friction quickly making an impact.
 
It was only then that Georgia noticed Zoe was closer to the bed and was looking at her with an intense expression. The camera was positioned on a tripod, and as Zoe clicked the button, over and over, her eyes didn’t once deviate from Georgia’s body… or more specifically, Georgia’s hand. Georgia could tell Zoe was breathing faster than usual, but she wasn’t put off by the fact.
Knowing that Zoe was watching her so intently and was clearly being affected by what she was seeing made Georgia feel empowered. She liked that the simple act of seeing her masturbating was doing things to Zoe, someone so beautiful and… special. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew Zoe was someone special. Someone she should feel blessed to know.
 
Because she had wanted the experience to last, for both herself and Zoe, it was only when she could feel her orgasm building that Georgia moved her thumb to her clit and started to rub it in steady circles. The addition of the clitoral friction sent things up a notch for Georgia, and as she began crying out loudly, she was aware of Zoe moving closer still. To get a better view of her face, or a better view in general, Georgia wasn’t sure, but either way she didn’t mind.
 
Georgia could hear the ‘snap-snap-snap’ of the camera, but mixed in with the mechanical snapping sound and her own cries of pleasure, Georgia could hear a quiet whimpery, groany sound coming from Zoe’s direction.
 
It wasn’t the friction of her thumb against her clit, nor was it the friction of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy that sent her over the edge. It was the veiled noises of pleasure coming from Zoe. The tormented, raw, sexual whimpers and groans seemed to hit Georgia in the deepest recesses of her cunt, and it was all too much for her.
 
Her orgasmic scream was loud and long, her body tensing up, her fingers pushing as deep inside as she could physically manage. Then it was her who was whimpering as the orgasm wore off, leaving her breathless and spent, feeling a little out of touch with reality. It was a brilliant feeling.
Georgia smiled at Zoe, who returned her smile, but then Zoe shook her head as if to clear it and her smile was quickly replaced by a look of utter horror.
 
“Oh god, Georgia, I am so sorry,” Zoe exclaimed as she hurriedly disconnected the camera from the tripod.
“Why are you apologising?” Georgia asked, leaning back on her elbows to look at Zoe.
“You probably think this was some pervy scheme to see a gorgeous woman getting off, film her, photograph her, and then run off into the night with less than pure intentions for the footage, and photos,” Zoe said, sounding extremely flustered and like she was close to tears.
 
Georgia could not handle knowing Zoe was so upset, so got out of bed and walked over to where Zoe was taking the video camera off the tripod it was set on. She put a hand on Zoe’s arm and when Zoe turned to her Georgia stepped closer to the woman, who really did look terrified, then put her other hand up to Zoe’s cheek.
“I don’t think that, Zoe. I wish you wouldn’t feel embarrassed, because of what happened, it–it was… let’s just say that I found that whole experience very stimulating,” Georgia said, her voice soft but confident.
“I didn’t mean to get turned on… I have done this sort of thing before and never felt horny watching,” Zoe promised. “But you… it was different. I felt it the first time you emailed me,” she added. “Christ, this is so unprofessional,” she uttered, but didn’t move away from Georgia.
 
Georgia knew only one way to prove to Zoe that she wasn’t offended or creeped out. Moving to her tip toes, she leaned forward slowly, and ever so gently, grazed her lips against Zoe’s. When Zoe didn’t push her away, Georgia cupped Zoe’s face in her hands and kissed her again. This time the kiss wasn’t brief, or one-sided. As their lips moved together, Georgia sighed happily, and stepped even closer to Zoe. When they were pressing together, Georgia felt Zoe’s hands on her hips, her fingertips felt hot against her skin, but soft… gentle.
 
“Please lie down with me,” Georgia whispered.
“I’ve never done this before… you know, a woman,” Zoe whispered in response, sounding very vulnerable.
“I haven’t either,” Georgia replied and knew she probably sounded just as shy and vulnerable as Zoe had.
 
Georgia slipped her hands inside Zoe’s and they walked over to the bed. Before climbing into the bed, Georgia turned to Zoe and ran her hands up and down the other woman’s sides, fisting the hem of Zoe’s top with her fingers. Slowly, she began lifting the top, waiting for any hesitation on Zoe’s part. She lifted the top up and over Zoe’s head, and cast it aside on the floor. Next she moved her hands to the waist of Zoe’s jeans, giggling quietly to herself when Zoe gave her a broad, permissive smile.
 
This was really happening.
 
With Zoe’s pants in a pile on the floor, Georgia got in the bed and moved over to make room for Zoe. Nothing prepared Georgia for the moment Zoe moved her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. Georgia watched as Zoe’s lacy black bra dropped to the floor, then let out a shaky sigh as she took in the wonderous sight of Zoe’s breasts.
 
“Wow,” Georgia whispered, unable to take her eyes off the spectacular breasts in front of her.
 
Zoe bit her lip and then hooked her fingers into the band of her matching black lace panties then slowly pulled them down, stepping out of them when they fell to the floor. Zoe stood before her, naked and beautiful. As far as Georgia was concerned, Zoe was the epitomy of womanly perfection. The tattoos that covered her body only added to that perfection, in her eyes anyway.
 
Zoe slipped in betwen the sheets, then rolled onto her side so she could face Georgia. The women moved closer, until there were only centimeters between them. Georgia could feel the warmth coming from Zoe’s body and found herself wondering how warm Zoe’s pussy would feel against her fingers. She tried to rid the thought from her mind, but when Zoe leaned in and kissed her, the thought grew more persistent.
 
The only thing going through her mind were the words ‘touch her, touch her, touch her’, so, powerless to stop herself, Georgia moved her hand from where it was resting on Zoe’s hip, inward, desperately seeking that wet heat. Georgia was surprised when Zoe opened her legs to her, looking at her pleadingly, as if she wanted to be touched just as much as Georgia wanted to touch her. The moment Georgia felt Zoe’s juices on her fingers, she knew there was no way she would be able to stop herself. When Zoe pressed down on her hand, Georgia realised that Zoe didn’t want her to stop either.
 
Georgia groaned as she pressed her finger into Zoe’s slit and ran it down to her hole. As she moved it back up to her clit, Georgia was amazed by just how wet Zoe was. She had never fingered another woman before, but she knew she would easily be able to slide five fingers inside Zoe’s sopping wet pussy. She had absolutely no problem with one finger, and after moving it in and out a few times, Georgia felt the need to add another finger. Zoe bucked her hips against Georgia’s hand and moaned loudly, then bucked her hips again, harder, and let out a frustrated whimper. Though she had never done it before, Georgia knew Zoe needed more, so she added another two fingers.
 
Zoe immediately moaned loudly and began clawing at the bottom sheet, her hips moving in time with Georgia’s hand. The moans became louder again and as Georgia began to pump her fingers in and out of Zoe’s pussy, she realised that Zoe needed more… and by ‘more’ she knew that Zoe had to cum, and quickly. Every instinct in her body screamed ‘tongue!’, ‘oral!’, ‘eat her!’, and even though she was clueless about going down on a woman, that is exactly what Georgia decided she had to do.
Georgia kissed Zoe and when she ran her tongue along Zoe’s top lip, Zoe shuddered, then rolled onto her back, while bucking her hips wildly. Georgia knew that for herself, a tongue being run along her top lip made her pussy clench and made her ache in want of the feeling of a tongue against her pussy. Perhaps it was the same for Zoe?
 
Taking a breath, Georgia began to kiss her way down Zoe’s body, skipping her nipples, because she wanted to explore those later. She kissed down over Zoe’s abdomen, past her belly button, lower and lower, until she was settled between Zoe’s splayed legs.
 
“Are you warm enough?” Georgia asked. She had pushed the sheets off her as she had moved down in the bed, and hated to think that Zoe might be cold.
“I am fantastic,” Zoe informed her, and Georgia laughed quietly. Good.
 
Georgia felt shy as she moved forward slightly until she was so close to Zoe’s pussy that she could smell the light, musky fragrance of her arousal. The scent was intoxicating, and without even thinking about it, Georgia licked slowly from Zoe’s hole to her clit then stopped for a brief moment to enjoy the taste of Zoe on her tongue. Georgia moved her hands to Zoe’s pussy and carefully spread her lips apart, then leaned in and began licking again. Zoe cried out loudly with each slow lick Georgia made, and when Zoe put her hand on the back of Georgia’s head and lightly pressed down on it Georgia began to lick faster. After another few full-length licks, Georgia decided to focus on Zoe’s clit.
 
Zoe’s cries instantly became louder, and rather than gripping onto the bottom sheet, she held tightly to Georgia’s forearm. As Georgia used more pressure, Zoe’s nails began to dig deeper… and deeper… and deeper. Georgia focused on licking faster and when Zoe started to cry out in a high pitched manner, Georgia wondered if she was getting close to orgasm. Georgia kept her tongue steady and could feel the tension growing in Zoe’s thighs. Zoe’s hips began to lift off the bed and all of a sudden a loud scream tore from Zoe as her orgasm hit. Georgia concentrated on keeping her tongue steady until Zoe went quiet, then she lessened the pressure on Zoe’s clit and finally broke the contact altogether. Georgia climbed back up the bed, pulling the blankets up with her. She smiled down at Zoe, who had a dazed, but happy look on her face. Georgia smiled as Zoe made her way into her arms and placed a lazy kiss on Georgia’s shoulder.
 
“Perhaps in the morning we can explore each other’s tattoos,” Zoe suggested, her voice a sleepy mumble.
“We have a lot of exploring to do,” Georgia replied, and both women giggled.
“My turn to explore next,” Zoe said, so quietly Georgia could only just hear her.
 
Zoe punctuated her last comment by taking one of Georgia’s nipples between her lips and gently sucking on it, for the briefest period of time. Rather than feeling like Zoe had been teasing her with the cheeky nipple suck, Georgia knew it was a promise of what was to come.

Time for some girl-on-girl!

When I was looking through the list of posts I have made, I realised that there is only one excerpt which contains any girl-on-girl.  It just so happens that THAT post has been the most popular post on my blog, so I thought it was time to post some more!

This excerpt is another one from the ‘Bastard Daniel’ story, which is a work in progress.

Amelia’s new post-Daniel bed has arrived and naturally she feels the need to christen it.  When Thomas leaves to pick up Emily from the nanny, and then take a detour to the hardware store, Amelia and Charlotte take the opportunity and do just that!

If you would prefer to download the PDF file of the excerpt you can do so right here
Bastard Daniel (excerpt 3) – Bree Guildford

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Bastard Daniel (unofficial title) – excerpt 3

Thomas and Charlotte went back upstairs to finish sanding Emily’s room, but soon realised they didn’t have enough sandpaper, so called it a day on the room. Thomas left early to pick Emily up so he could go to the hardware store with her on the way home. Amelia found it particularly adorable that Thomas enjoyed taking Emily shopping with him, and could just imagine in a couple of years time a trip to the hardware store would take him three times as long, because Emily would NEED to play on the playground, and there was no way Thomas would say no to that.

Not long after he left Charlotte’s phone rang and Amelia could tell by the way she was talking that it was Thomas.

Baby, Thomas is going to stop and get Indian on the way home, what do you want?” Charlotte asked her.

Chicken tikka masala of course,” Amelia replied and Charlotte relayed the information back to Thomas.

See you when you get home, love you,” Charlotte send and ended the call.

Um… baby… I am really hungry,” Amelia told her and Charlotte laughed.
“Seriously woman, you just wolfed down a piece of carrot cake and you are still hungry?” Charlotte remarked, but Amelia stepped closer to Charlotte and stroked her fingers along her girlfriend’s hand.

No baby, I am HUNGRY,” Amelia repeated, with emphasis on the hungry. Charlotte quickly understood and grinned.

Just as well you have a bed we need to christen,” Charlotte said with a wink and pulled Amelia against her.

Charlotte gave Amelia a look that just about melted her panties and caused an immediate throbbing between her legs. Charlotte leaned in closer and brushed her lips against Amelia’s neck, the contact caused her to let out a quiet whimper, and when Charlotte moved her lips from her neck to her lips, Amelia pressed against her as her tongue moved forward and she slowly licked the tip of Charlotte’s tongue.

I haven’t tasted you in days. I NEED you…” Amelia whispered and then took Charlotte’s hand and led her toward the stairs.

Amelia led Charlotte into the bedroom and didn’t bother closing the door. Without discussing it they each walked to one side of the bed and spread the bottom blanket out, followed by the bottom sheet. There was no point putting the top sheet on because it would just get kicked off anyway! Amelia walked around to where Charlotte was standing and they spent a few moments looking at each other before stepping in closer and kissing. Amelia cupped Charlotte’s face in her hands and enjoyed the way it felt to finally be touching her girlfriend again. Their tongues connected at the tips and both women let out quiet noises of pleasure, and as their tongues explored further the noises became louder and more insistent.

Amelia moved her hands to Charlotte’s hips and dipped her fingers inside the waistband of her jeans. She ran her fingers along the top of Charlotte’s panties and when her fingers then moved inside the lacy fabric something was awoken inside Amelia, something that made her abandon her plans to take it slow and tease Charlotte to the brink of desperation. Instead she undid the button on Charlotte’s pants and slowly pushed them down. She moved to her knees and pressed her face against Charlotte’s lace-clad pussy, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of her girlfriend’s arousal.

As she pulled down Charlotte’s panties, Amelia’s mouth began watering; she could almost taste Charlotte’s juices and her tongue hadn’t even made the slightest of contacts yet. It pained her to stand up, to move away from Charlotte’s pussy, but seeing the almost drunken look on Charlotte’s face was worth it. Amelia couldn’t tell who was more turned on, her or Charlotte. They began to kiss again and the urgency she could feel in Charlotte’s kiss reminded her that she had something she badly needed to do to her girlfriend. Kissing could wait. There were other places she wanted to put her tongue.

Amelia removed her top and felt a little self-conscious about the growing belly that was suddenly put on display. Charlotte bent down and kissed the top of her belly and Amelia knew it was her girlfriend’s way of telling her to stop worrying about how she looked, and that in Charlotte’s eyes, she was beautiful. After the little belly kiss, Charlotte moved her hands to Amelia’s jeans and as she pulled them down, Amelia felt a pull deep inside… she needed Charlotte so badly. She needed to cum, but she needed to make Charlotte cum even more, and decided that her orgasm was less important. She was becoming more and more ravenous for her girlfriend’s cunt, so much so that she felt she might die if she didn’t dip her tongue inside Charlotte’s sopping hole immediately.

With her panties still on, Amelia pushed Charlotte back on the bed and felt her pussy starting to swell as she climbed up the bed between her girlfriend’s legs, moving ever closer to the slick folds already beading with moisture. Amelia felt as if she was moving in slow motion as she brought her face up to Charlotte’s pussy. With her forearms resting on Charlotte’s thighs she put her fingers on either side of Charlotte’s pussy and then gently spread her open. She could hear Charlotte gasping for breath, and as she pressed her mouth against Charlotte’s wet heat, and pressed her tongue against her hole, Charlotte let out a loud cry of relief and pleasure. Amelia moaned against Charlotte, she was so wet and tasted better than Amelia could remember. She wanted to drink her in, she didn’t want to ever move her tongue from the tight hole that she loved so much.

Overcome by how good Charlotte’s heat tasted and felt against her tongue, Amelia licked greedily up her slit, enjoying the way she caused Charlotte’s entire body to shake as she moved closer to her clit. She ran her tongue over Charlotte’s clit and then ran it equally as greedily back down to her hole again, dipping her tongue in to taste the sweet juice that was pooling between Charlotte’s legs. After having her fix Amelia ran her tongue back up, this time taking the time to move her tongue in circles around Charlotte’s clit, which was gently pulsating beneath her tongue. Again she moved her tongue down to Charlotte’s hole and pressed it in further than the previous times, causing Charlotte to groan and buck her hips in a manner that told Amelia she should keep doing it.

Amelia started to thrust her tongue in and out of Charlotte’s hole, moving it faster and deeper each time, until Charlotte started to cry out loudly and began writhing around beneath her. It was then that Amelia bid farewell to the wet hole she loved so much, and ran her tongue back upward to concentrate on Charlotte’s clit. She pressed her tongue against Charlotte’s clit and then started to move it back and forward in a sideways motion. Charlotte’s hand clamped behind her head and Amelia grinned as her face was pressed harder against Charlotte’s pussy, she loved that being closer meant she could apply more pressure with her tongue. The effect of the increased pressure was immediate and as Charlotte started to cry out loudly Amelia focused on moving her tongue faster, then moving it faster again when she felt Charlotte apply more pressure to the back of her head.

Charlotte seemed to be just on the brink of orgasm, but Amelia knew that didn’t mean it was going to be over any time soon. Just like Charlotte had a sense of perfect timing with her, Amelia knew precisely what to do to get Charlotte seconds away from orgasm, and to keep her there for as long as she wanted. When Charlotte began to take the deep breaths that she always took just before her orgasm hit, Amelia relaxed the pressure she was applying with her tongue, JUST enough to stop Charlotte going right over the edge. Charlotte began crying out in her usual fashion so Amelia used more pressure with her tongue again, pulling right back when Charlotte started approaching orgasm again. Each time she did this Charlotte squeezed Amelia’s arm tightly and dug her nails in, releasing them when the pressure lessened. It was a type of pain that Amelia loved.

Amelia did her little orgasm-postponing trick a few times, but she wasn’t a complete idiot and knew that if she did it too many times Charlotte would ‘lose’ her orgasm. When Charlotte suddenly dug her nails in harder than she had before, Amelia knew that it was time to stop prolonging things and to let her girlfriend’s orgasm hit. She heard Charlotte take her deep breaths and rather than relaxing her tongue she used even more pressure and licked faster and faster until Charlotte let out a loud, long scream and her orgasm hit, causing her hips to raise completely off the bed as she tossed from side to side. Amelia held tightly to Charlotte’s thighs and pressed her mouth against her pussy until all her movement ceased completely. When Charlotte’s legs flopped to the side Amelia broke the contact between pussy and mouth and looked up at her girlfriend.

There was nothing she loved more than the look of pleasure on Charlotte’s face immediately after she had cum. Each time she saw Charlotte in that state, she fell in love with her just a little bit more. Amelia moved up the bed and lay beside Charlotte, pulling her against her chest and holding her tightly, peppering little kisses on her forehead, giggling each time Charlotte let out a quiet sigh of pleasure. Their post-sex rituals were almost as fun as the sex itself. Almost.

You killed me,” Charlotte whispered, like she did every single time.

I am glad,” Amelia whispered back, her reply also following the same script.

I love you,” Charlotte sighed and Amelia released her hold a little so she could move down and look Charlotte in the eye.

I love you,” Amelia replied and they smiled at each other.

If you let me recover, I will return the favour… promise…” Charlotte muttered and Amelia laughed.

You don’t have to return the favour,” Amelia reassured her.

You kidding me? I need to make you scream,” Charlotte noted.

Amelia got off the bed and picked up the duvet that was lying on the floor then got back on the bed and pulled the duvet up over both of them. They moved into each others arms again and lay together, happy and right where they wanted to be. Amelia had no idea how long they were lying there, but eventually Charlotte came out of her hazy post-orgasm fog and as she had promised she started to touch Amelia in ways that made her toes curl. It didn’t take long before Amelia opened her legs to Charlotte and was moaning loudly as her girlfriend worked her magic with her tongue and fingers.