Sex positive parenting: the book we are going to burn

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My wife and I are huge book lovers, the word ‘bibliophile’ definitely comes to mind.  On top of this, we are also very sex(uality) positive when it comes to parenting, both wanting our four children to grow up with a healthy understanding of sex and sexuality, theirs and in general.  Our eldest daughter is 11 now and is going through puberty; she loves reading puberty books, demolishes the damn things, then reads them two, three, four more times… and a month later will get them out from the library again.  It got to the point we ended up buying the books for her.

A few months back we were in our regular secondhand bookshop, perusing the shelves full of booky potential.  I came across a hardcover book – ‘Questions Kids Ask about Sex: Honest answers for every age’, Melissa R. Cox (ed) – and thought HEY!  THAT SOUNDS FUCKING BRILLIANT!  I checked inside and saw it was published in 2005 – great – the information would be relatively up to date and would probably be from a modern viewpoint.  It was $3.00, I had to get it!

Home we came.  Into the bookshelf the book went.  Forgotten it was.

For whatever reason, my wife got it out of the bookshelf… the next thing I heard from her was a gasp of dismay.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.  She began reading :

Masturbation isn’t inherently physically damaging unless excessive force or instruments are used; however it can be emotionally destructive and even become a substitute for relational intimacy in marriage.  Your child should understand that masturbation can become addictive and he can lessen the risk for this addiction by having an honest sex education grounded in the values of abstinence until marriage…. In addition you should strongly encourage him to avoid the use of pornography, drugs, and alcohol if he wishes to avoid the consequences associated with becoming addicted to masturbation.  If you’ve discovered (or heard) your child masturbating… remind him of the dangers of pornography; obsessive, all-consuming masturbation; and group masturbation.  (pg 147)

I wasn’t sure I had heard right, but she then went on to read another juicy little segment, leaving me with my mouth wide open, looking at her in shock.  What the hell?  How could such a book be in our house?  Only a few weeks ago I posted on this very blog about why women should embrace masturbation, and here this book was, explaining just how evil it is, listing numerous reasons to encourage your child not to masturbate.

Notice the use of the pronoun ‘him‘?  I guess girls don’t masturbate, right?  Nor would they look at pornography.  Na ah, as a 16 year-old no way did I masturbate, and I have never ever ever EVER looked at porn.  Yeah right!

After my wife had flicked through it she threw it at me (literally threw it) and told me to have a read before we burnt it.  Yes.  We are going to burn this book.

Not only is masturbation addictive, so is pornography.  Here is a handy little hint for what to say to your son if you catch him looking at porn:

Pornography is the stimulation of sexual curiosity and drive outside the bounds of a healthy, nurturing marriage relationship with a real person; in effect, it can become a substitute for healthy relationships and become addictive.  In fact, anything that takes the place of a healthy relationship will, by nature, become addictive.  (pg 145)

Porn though, as well as being addictive, is a harmful marriage killer!

While pornography is harmful to single men, for married men, it’s a marriage killer.  Simply put, pornography destroys an individual’s ability to be satisfied with sex with a real person and puts a spouse in an unfair competition. (pg 190)

Yeap, that’s the truth, anything that makes you feel good is bad for you, mmmkay?  *I am now rolling my eyes and scowling*

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Speaking of things that feel good being bad for you, anal sex is a big no go, did you know that

Anal sex is never a healthy behaviour, not even in marriage. (pg 191)

And loosely related to the subjec of anal sex…

Homosexual curiosity doesn’t mean you’re homosexual.  Feelings and attractions aren’t always under one’s control.  Behaviour choices are controllable.  Choosing to engage in homosexual behaviour can be physically emotional and dangerous. (pg 201)

And then we have some pearls of wisdom from the ‘Abstinence is Attainable’ easy reference box

Don’t let your teen be home alone with the opposite sex – after school or anytime!
Remind your daughter that how she dresses will communicate to guys the type of girl she is.
Have a man (dad, uncle, grandpa) discuss with your daughter what turns guys on. (pg 177)

But what about when he (or she!) puts a ring on it?

Is there any danger in having sex while I’m engaged?
The engagement is a time for a couple to get professional counselling to uncover any basic problems that are likely to lead to divorce . They either deal with these issues or cancel the engagement.  Sexual intercourse during this time may mask some basic personality differences that might lead to divorce. (pg 259)

And there is, after all, nothing worse than divorce!  No. Thing.  At. All.  It’s much healthier to stay in a loveless and/or unhealthy marriage!  Chances are if you are considering divorce, you probably had sex while you were engaged.  Bad, bad, BAD you!

I have to say, I also love the way this book remains neutral, particularly when discussing emergency contraception:

The pill can alter the lining of the uterus so that if the first and second actions fail, the tiny baby will die because it cannot attach to the lining of the uterus. (pg 291)

I am absolutely convinced that the wording ‘the tiny baby will die’ won’t evoke any emotional response.  Nope   In no way would it make a young woman feel guilty about considering taking the morning after pill.  It definitely isn’t intended as guilt trip!

As with all books about sex, unplanned pregnancy comes up, and the options are listed in order of preference; (1) adoption, (2) keeping the baby as a single parent, (3) marrying the father of your baby, and finally, the last option – abortion.  Naturally abortion is also dealt with from a very neutral position:

… life begins when the sperm from a male fertilises the egg of a female.  The new life has inherited 23 chromosomes from each parent, 46 in all.  This one cell contains the complex genetic blueprint for every detail of human development – the child’s sex, hair and eye colour, athletic ability, musical ability, and personality.  Then only food and oxygen are needed for the baby to grow from one cell to a seven pound baby nine months later.  The baby’s heart begins to beat on day 21.  By day 22 the foundation for every organ system is established and developing.  At nine weeks, the baby is unmistakably recognised as a human being… While pregnancy can be terminated by an abortion, the memory of the pregnancy will last a lifetime… Abortion isn’t without risks, and complications can and do occur.  Some women are never able to get pregnant in the future, and then you must live with the fact that you ended your one and only pregnancy. (pg 215)

Considering I have had an abortion, this last part really got my hackles up.  It’s enough to get your head around without essentially being told ‘you’ll be murdering a baby, you know that, right?’.  I am pretty sure that each and every woman will understand that by having an abortion she is ending a pregnancy, therefore ending a life – or potential life – depending on the individual woman’s views.  Who cares if you are poor?  Who cares if you are in an abusive relationship?  Who cares if you’re 14?  Who cares if you have dreams?  Who cares if you want to provide a better life for your child than you could even come close to at that point in time?  Who cares about what that child’s life might be like after their 9 months inside?

I think now is a good time to finish this post, because quite frankly, looking at this book is making me feel sick… and it is making me want to throw it at the wall, to burn it; to douse it in petrol, strike a match, toss it on and watch it – and its shitty advice – go up in flames.

After reading it I understand why so many  people have issues with everything related to sex and sexuality.  If this is the type of bullshit fed to kids from an early age (I kid you not, there are techniques for dealing with sex-related issues with INFANTS in this book), no wonder they grow into children, teenagers, young adults and adults with screwed-up ideas about sex and sexuality.  No wonder there are adults who are ashamed of masturbation, no wonder there are couples who argue endlessly about pornography, no wonder there are adults who are ashamed of their bodies, no wonder… ugh, you know what I am getting at.

I am sure there are people who found this book useful, some for whom it is a parenting handbook of sorts… and to be honest, it makes me scared for their children.  Yes, children, teens, young adults need to be educated about sex, they need to know the dangers and risks, they need to be given the tools to make healthy decisions, there NEEDS to be communication… but I don’t know that using scare tactics is the way to go.

Is it right to be telling children (of any age) that masturbation is unhealthy?  That pornography is evil?  That forms of sex are wrong?  That the way a child feels is wrong, or something to be ashamed of?  Quite simply, the answer is no.

It really does scare me that books such as this are in existence – and I guess more than the books – it scares me that these attitudes toward sex exist.  Parenting is by no means easy and I understand the need for this type of book, just not for THIS book in particular.  Luckily there are some really great books out there that are aimed at older children/teens which give a more positive outlook on sex and sexuality.  It is these books our children should be reading, it is the attitudes toward sex and sexuality in such books, that can only have a positive effect on those reading them; that goes for both parents and children.

Why women should masturbate – and be proud of it

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I remember the very first time I had an orgasm.  It was Boxing Day, I was in my bedroom reading the book ‘Spring Collection’ by Judith Krantz.  I came across a sex scene and the next thing I knew I was touching myself in a way that felt wrong, but ohhhhh so good.  I must have been 13 and felt very conflicted about what I had done.

I had heard about masturbation before, well mostly about guys ‘wanking off’, a term that would make me giggle and screw my face up… it was yet another gross thing boys did.  From memory I told myself it was a one-off, that I wouldn’t do it again.  A few nights later I was nearing the end of the book and remembered that scene and what it had made me feel, what it had made me do to myself.  I told myself not to flick back – but I did – and as I had done on Boxing Day, touched myself until I had what I was pretty certain was an orgasm.  I felt ashamed but at the same time… relieved… and so relaxed that I quickly fell asleep.

Over the next few years I masturbated with more frequency but still mentally battled with myself over it.  If it was so wrong, why the hell did it feel so good?  If it was so bad for me, surely I would get sick or something?  My fingers would fall off?  My vagina would put up some form of protest?

I knew boys and men masturbated but was truly convinced I was the only person with a vagina who had ever masturbated.  OH MY GOD, there was something wrong with me!  Lock me up and throw away the key.

Eventually I accepted that I was a masturbator, that for whatever reason my brain wasn’t wired properly and maybe I had a ‘guy brain’.  None of my female friends ever spoke about masturbation, the closest they came was using the word ‘wanker’ as a derogatory way to refer to a male (of course I did this… hello, they CAN be a bit wanky at times!).

My male friends though?  Masturbation this, masturbation that, masturbation here, masturbation there, porn this, porn that, hard on, stiffy, boner, steel rod, pole, rockhard-cockhard… they spoke about it a lot and they spoke about it openly.  I remember feeling envious of them.  Sure, I didn’t need to know that ______ had masturbated in his car on his lunch break, or that ______ had masturbated five times over the weekend… but I envied that they could openly discuss it.  It was almost as if masturbating made them more macho in the eyes of the world, whereas if I had admitted to enjoying fingering myself, I would probably get a look of disgust and a few knives in my back.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes, that delightful male/female double-standard thing stikes again.

Fast forward to 2015.  I am a proud masturbator.  I don’t exactly walk around town holding a placard proclaiming how awesome masturbation is and that everyone should do it, but I don’t shy away from the topic when it comes up. (okay the immature 12yo in me is giggling about the whole ‘comes up’ thing)

Being a little older (okay a lot) and a little wiser (sadly ‘little’ is the accurate word) I now know that  I am not the only woman in the world who masturbates, and I know there is absolutely nothing wrong with masturbating!  Not only is there nothing wrong with it, it is healthy and normal.

From a young age a huge emphasis is placed on us to know who we are, to know what makes us tick, to know what we want out of life, to know what it is that makes us stand out, that makes us unique.  We are meant to dedicate enormous amounts of time to finding ourselves so we can live to the fullest and reach our potential.

Should that not include knowing our own body?  If it is important to know what works for us on a mental and emotional level, shouldn’t it be just as important to know what physically works for us?

Face it.  For most people their adult lives are consumed by sex in some way (obviously to varying degrees).  We are expected to be in the right career, to be on the path that means we can be 100% happy within ourselves… why shouldn’t we know who we are as a sexual being?  If the fate of the human race rests on our shoulders – if babies need to be made, if we are meant to pair off and find ‘the one’ – then shouldn’t we know ourselves sexually?

How do we learn about ANY aspect of ourselves?  Exploring.

How can we learn about what works for us on a sexual level?  Exploring.  Yeap.  Masturbating.

They say you need to know yourself before you can really let someone else into your life/heart/soul/whatever, so doesn’t it make sense that you shoud know your own vagina before you can really enjoy letting someone else into that as well?

Masturbation is great for relationships!  There is nothing better than having a spectacularly mindblowing, coma-inducing, legs-don’t-work, brain-no-worky romp with the one that you love (or that special friend with special benefits) and being able to guide ymasturbation-4574-2121our partner just adds to it.  Humans aren’t mind-readers.  We don’t (always) instinctively know what someone is going to like sexually, and let’s face it, it can be damn frustrating when you just aren’t feeling it because you aren’t getting the right pressure in the right place, you’re not getting it deep enough, you’re getting it too deep, too hard, too fast, too slow.  If no one speaks up it can lead to confidence plumetting.

“Oh my god, I didn’t get him/her off, I am so useless at sex!” <— that type of internal dialogue ensues.

If a woman knows her body well enough – through masturbation – she can guide the man/woman in question… rub my clit in a circular motion, rub my clit softly, rub my clit faster/slower, penetrate me slowly, penetrate me fast, move all the way out and slam back in, don’t move out at all, just grind your hips into mine.

Sexual responses are just as unique as the 6.something billion humanoids on earth.  I don’t respond the same way my wife does, Jane down the road doesn’t respond the same way as her cousin Lucy, Anna loves deep penetration, Margaret loves shallow penetration, June is all about the clitoral stimulation, April can’t handle too much clit stimulation.  Just reading that makes me feel flustered.

Moral of this little (okay, long, almost preachy) story?  MASTURBATE!  Do it!  Tonight!  Give your most intimate self a pamper session – go on, you deserve it!

Spend time focusing on your erogenous zones… the aim isn’t necessarily to orgasm (hey, that’s always nice but it isn’t everything), you want it to be a relaxing, enjoyable, peaceful (??? if your circumstances allow!), you want to come away from it smiling, knowing yourself that little bit better.
Play with your nipples – do you like them to be lightly grazed or tugged on?  slow rubbing or fast rubbing?  squeezing?  twisting? squeezing and twisting? tugging?  tugging and squeezing?  tugging, squeezing AND pulling? touching your bare nipples?  touching your nipples with a sheet/towel/top/bra/etc covering them? no touching whatsoever?
Stroking yourself – do you like to stroke your hips? your neck? your chest? your belly? your ass? inner thighs? with your hand? with something like a feather? a silk scarf perhaps?
Pay lots of attention to your clit – do you like your clit being rubbed in circular motions? side to side? up and down? pressing firmly? feather light touches? what about gently squeezing it between your fingertips?  firmly squeezing? tapping it quickly?
What about your labia – running your finger up and down between your labia? pressure in a particular place? fast? slow?
Internal stimulation – fingertip just inside? fingertips just inside? a finger deep inside?  fingers deep inside? fast? slow? what angle? soft impact? rough impact? gentle? so hard it almost hurts? no internal stimulation? only internal stimulation?

masturbation_Oo_by_Photomaniac_ZIThere is no one way to masturbate and there is no one position to masturbate in… on your back? on your left side? on your right side? sitting up? reclining? standing up? head hanging over the edge of the bed? on your back with your ass against the wall and your legs vertical? on your belly? a variety of positions throughout?  It’s the same for the location (obviously privacy and appropriateness are key here!)… in the bed? on the bed? on the floor? in the bath? in the shower? on the couch?  on the recliner? at your computer? at your desk? on the toilet? in the laundry room? in the garden? in your car while driving through a really busy roundabout after you have been rubbing against your poor drink bottle for the past 15 minutes and it just feels too good to stop (uh… yeah, not a true story… *coughs* really…).

Do it with your fingers, do it with a dildo, do it with a vibrator, do it with a cucumber, do it with the handle of a hairbrush, do it with the fish-shaped baby bath thermometer, rub against something… just do it.  Learn what you love, learn what gets you off, learn the fastest way to make yourself orgasm, learn the most teasing drawn-out way to make yourself orgasm.

Hell!  If you ask me, masturbation is a bloody life skill life-saver.  I was about 10 weeks pregnant with my youngest when I became single… it just so happened my libido went through the damn roof around the same time.  Had I not been able to masturbate chances are I would have internally combusted by the time I reached the 20-week mark!  As someone who was single for very long periods of time between 18-27, I can tell you that being able to masturbate probably saved me from going insane due to sexual frustration.  When I became un-single for the final time the sexual frustration didn’t go away – no – it was worse than ever.  I know, makes no sense – until I mention three little words – long distance relationship.

For 12 months we lived 650km apart and with kids and school, were only able to see each other in the school holidays and only for a week(ish).  We spent a LOT of time on the phone talking… and having sex.  Phone sex, it’s a funny old thing, you’re communicating with the person you love and if you close your eyes you can imagine they are right there beside you.  But they are not.  What you are essentially doing is talking to each other while masturbating.  I cannot tell you how many batteries I went through or just how many orgasms were had over the phone.

We would talk dirty to each other, make up little stories and scenarios to get each other closer to the edge.  It sucked not being able to physically have sex, but I have to say it was a lot of fun to listen to her getting more and more turned on, and then of course hearing her orgasm was especially enjoyable.  I guess you could say that in those 12 months of long distance we honed our masturbation skills into a pretty fine art.  It was a way to keep the spark alive while we were apart but it was also a good way to get to know each other on a physical level; well, as much as one can over the phone!

On a more serious note (because there has to be one, it’s like the law, or something), women shouldn’t be ashamed of masturbating or of the fact they are sexual beings.  Sex is something to be enjoyed.  Masturbation is something to be enjoyed.  Masturbation is healthy and normal – at any age.

As a parent I have strong thoughts about children being raised with a negative attitude toward masturbation and body image.  Children shouldn’t be taught that masturbating is ‘bad’ or ‘evil’ or ‘dirty’, nor should they be brought up to believe sex is bad and something they shouldn’t like. I guess this is such a big issue for me because of our four children, three are girls.  Our eldest is nearly 11 and is going through puberty, while it is a scary time we are also really lucky because she is extremely open with us.

We have had numerous conversations about puberty, about the changes in her body, sharing our experiences as well, in an attempt to make it normal for her.  Puberty isn’t something we keep ‘hush-hush’ and I think she will be better for it (as will all our kids) in the long run.  I think we are doing a good job too because rather than being embarrassed or secretive about what she is going through she seems to be proud of the changes in her body… I love that she can talk to us and that she willingly comes to us.  A lot of our conversations are initiated by her and that is something that makes both of us happy; it’s nice to know we are doing something right as parents!

I just wish more parents were like this.  If we didn’t make children (particularly girls) feel ashamed of what is such a natural curiosty – and if there wasn’t such a stigma attached to the human body, from such a young age – perhaps there would be more more women in the world who were proud of themself, their body, and their sexuality.

End of the day:
Sexual curiosity = normal
Masturbation = normal 
… and anyone who tells you otherwise is an utter douchebag who could probably do with an orgasm or 50!

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– by Gustav Klimt (1916)

 

Late night masturbation… that leads to so much more

Well, my exams are all done for the year!  Now it’s just the long wait to see if I have passed all my papers so I can plan what will hopefully be the final year of my degree… we should just ignore the fact I am already considering degree #2 or some postgrad work.

While studying for my last exam I got a little inspired and sidetracked and wrote a little something which I will probably include in the (novel length) story I am writing at the moment, about Lanie and her polyamorous relationship with twin brothers Blake and Logan.  The story is still in its early days but I am enjoying writing it!

I haven’t posted anything for a few days so I wanted to share the little snippet that kept me from my exam study….  Enjoy!

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It was 3am. After sleeping for maybe two hours at the most, Lanie was awake again and struggling to get back to sleep. She had tried counting sheep, she had tried a special muscle relaxation technique Blake swore by, she had tried shutting off her brain, she had even tried reading on her eReader but it was all to no avail; she was wide awake and frustrated.

As far as she was concerned there was only one thing left to try. Masturbation. Logan had a big week at work so waking him up for a little sexual relief wasn’t an option, she would just have to get the dirty thoughts flowing and use her fingers to send her to sleep.

Dirty thoughts or perhaps some on-mute porn on her cellphone. Yes, that seemed easier. Picking her phone up from beside the bed she turned it to silent and flicked to the bookmarks screen, tapping on the icon for her go-to porn website.

But what was she in the mood for? Lesbian? Threesomes? Gang bangs? Oral? Spanking? Who the hell was she kidding in pretending to consider other categories of porn? As usual she went straight to the ‘anal’ category and began scrolling through for a thumbnail that appealed. She found one and was about to tap ‘play’ when she realised she would need a particularly intense orgasm to send her to the land of nod. Taking this into consideration, Lanie reached over and took her bullet vibrator from the nightstand.

Logan didn’t stir as she did this and when she placed it against her clit then rolled onto her tummy and turned it on he remained completely oblivious. She was glad he was such a sound sleeper.

Her clit was already beginning to tingle and when she finally started the video the tingle turned into a dull throb. She skipped through the boring stuff and resumed the video when the two characters were naked. Lanie began to circle her hips in loose movements, the friction provided by the mattress beneath her adding to the thrumming vibrations of the bullet against her clitoris.

On screen the man was now pressing the tip of his cock against the woman’s asshole and Lanie instinctively began pressing her hips more firmly against the mattress, in need of the added stimulation.

Lanie groaned internally as the man pushed inside the woman’s ass. Lanie could feel her pussy getting wetter as she move her hips in tighter circles and opened her legs slightly, just enough to stretch her hole but not so much the bullet slipped out from between her labia. That was the last thing she needed!

On screen the couple were picking up the pace. Lanie’s pussy was starting to feel hot and swollen while her clitoris was pulsating and sending shocks of pleasure through her body.

Lanie’s toes began to curl as she felt her arousal moving on to a new phase – the pre-orgasm stage – when the pleasure became close to oberwhelming. She gripped the top of the mattress with her spare hand and tired to control her breathing knowing that if she could manage to stay silent the orgasm would be even more intense.

Her abdomen, hips and thighs were all rigid, providing more resistatnce against the mattress and therefore increasing the friction on her clit. How she wished she could scream!

Lanie almost screamed with shock when Logan suddenly moved on top of her. She had been so caught up in the video and the pleasure coursing through her she hadn’t been aware of Logan waking up. Lanie moved to turn the video off but before she could Logan stopped her.

“Keep watching it,” he whispered into her ear.

Lanie whimpered an ‘uh huh’ in response and did as she was told. Logan got onto his knees and when she heard a lid being popped open she almost came from the anticipation alone. He was lubing up, which only meant one thing.

A finger ran down between her ass cheeks and when she felt that finger gently massaging her tight hole she groaned loudly, tilting her hips backward so he could use more pressure.

The tip of his lubed finger slowly pressed inside her hole, the tight muscles stretching to accommodate the finger and making her want more. Seven inches more.

Her breaths were coming in pants and when she finally felt the rounded tip of his cock against her asshole she gripped onto the bottom sheet and cried out loudly.

Logan’s thick length felt divine as it slowly worked its way deeper into her and she had to resist the urge to get on all fours, knowing she would be rewarded with a killer orgasm if she kept as much friction on her clit as possible,

She couldn’t really focus on the porn video, her eyesight was going blurry and her eyes kept rolling back in her head. Every stroke of Logan’s cock was bringing her closer to the edge and as he started to move harder she dropped her phone and pressed her hands against the headboard.

The resistance allowed Logan to hit deeper and harder but it also allowed her to grind her hips more effectively against the mattress. Every muscle in her body began to tighten as her orgasm started to build. Any intention of a silent orgasm flew out the window and as she began crying out louder and louder, she had to brace her self for what was fast approaching.

Her pussy was sopping, her clit was aching, the feeling of fullness in her ass was only increasing with each stroke. She felt the very first orgasmic spasm in her clit and then screamed and writhed around beneath Logan as the full brunt of her orgasm struck.

She could feel it in her cunt and in her ass, she could feel it everywhere and it came wave after relentless wave until finally her body went still and the tension of orgasm was replaced by a soft, floaty feeling, a feeling of no longer being in her own body… just drifting.

When Logan pulled out of her she realised he had also cum. She had been so caught up in her own orgasm she had completely missed the chance to experience the feeling of Logan releasing his load into her.

She tried to form words, to tell him she loved him, that he had melted her brain, that she loved feeling him pressed against her like that, but all that came out was an incoherent mumble as sleep finally consumed her.

 

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…