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                        [Wild women dreaming wet...]
Oh My God (FF)
by Kimberly

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          --------- oh, my god, woman...

                                        ....what you do to me!!!

          the sound of your voice whispers in my ear, "what do you want me
          to do for you, honey?" your lips brush against the folds of my
          ear... your tongue flitters in and out, and around it. your hot
          breath caresses the inside gently... heating all my senses.

          your hands seek my breasts, exploring through the silky fabric of
          my gown, exciting my nipples - making them ache for your mouth...
          sending a tug straight down to my pussy. "tell me what you want,
          honey. tell me what to do."

          as i look into your eyes, i see the sparkling blue mischief in
          them. "what do you like? what makes you scream? what makes you
          say, 'take me...fuck me... now now NOW!!'?" your hot breath
          tickles my ear with each whisper.

          your hands remove my garments pushing all barriers aside. they
          stroke my legs, my sides, my arms. your fingers lock in mine.
          holding my hands above my head, you lean back and look down at my
          breasts. my nipples stand erect, tight, aching... you lower your
          lips to one. sucking it deep into your mouth... deeper and
          harder...nibbling, licking, teasing it. a moan begins to swell
          between my legs, yet no sound escapes my lips.

          "do you like that, honey?" then you kiss me. how do you expect me
          to answer you when your tongue is filling my mouth... probing,
          reaching, demanding more than this one kiss...

          my legs open wider... inviting... i am very hot down there... my
          pussy is aching and dripping wet... waiting for you to drink me
          in. i want to feel your mouth on me... to go down on me, to
          finish this kiss you started on my mouth... down there...

          i want you to kiss me, oh god, yes! i want to feel your soft lips
          kissing my clit, sucking it and teasing it, just as you did to my
          breast an instant ago... but my lips can not form the words to
          tell you what i want.

          "honey, how am i supposed to know what you want me to do, if you
          don't tell me?" you ask with such innocence. "do you like it when
          i touch you like this?" taking the other breast in your hands,
          fingers brush lightly across the peak, the center of the nipple.
          you bring it to your lips, kiss it.

          "do you like it like this?" merriment dances in your eyes. your
          hands continue their play, finding other parts of me that tingle,
          and ache, and throb. "do you want me to touch you like this?" my
          brain is buzzing. my body electric with you but i can not tell
          you what i want.

          i feel your hands between my legs. your fingers separate the
          petals of my womanhood. fingertips flick against my clit... slide
          between the swollen lips to my opening... i am slippery and wet
          and hot and ready for you...

          "or do you want me to taste you?" you sit back on your knees and
          bring one wet finger to your lips... i watch as your tongue licks
          me from your fingertip. a groan begins to rise from the very
          center of me, where i want you to be... inside... deep inside...

          your mouth kisses and drinks me in... your fingers slip and slide
          in and out of me... fucking me slowly - in and out sl o  w   l
          y... oh god, kimmie! fuck me! fuck me!! FUCK ME!!!
          NNnnnooOOOWWWW!! my mind screams at you but my lips remain
          silent.

          my hands hold your head between my legs. my fingers tangled in
          your hair. my hips rock... pump... thrust... my cunt pushes
          against your mouth yourfingers yourfaceyourhands.

          my legs wrap around you... hold you there... take all of me...
          drink me... get drunk on me... the wine spills out of me...

          kiss me kiss me kissme kissme kissmekissmekissme. i want to taste
          your lips... your mouth... i want to taste me in your kiss....

          copyright © 1996 by kimberly

                              [Les Amantes...]

         ...................... The writer of this story: kimberly
                           ......................

                                A quick bio:

       "kimberly (with a little "k") is my name. i am 51. a lesbian.
                      i.can't.even.THINK.sTrAiGhT!!!"

                         Here's kimberly's homepage

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