I miss your body so very much:

A JJ submission




Hello readers, your JJ has come back with a very small submission as usual a lesbian love. This has a relation to the recent submission with regard to the very same ladies hostel which houses around 100 + inmates varying from students to the retired people. The main character below is Narmadha 35 years old never believed in marriage and one who has got hurt very badly and feels the male community in full is a disgusting lot. For a female who is fairly young and blessed with a lovely flesh chocolate colour smooth and silky skin stood at 5.9 inches with a marvelous pair of breast which was neither sagging nor stiff. All the best of cuts & curves which would invite a Roman Catholic priest to make love in public.

Narmadha started to hate men after she broke off with Pradeep recently she had given herself to him as how a traditional Indian girl will do to a newly married husband, when it became clear that Pradeep was avoiding Narmadha she was forced to attempt suicide and this angel was saved because of her friend. Who later introduced Narmadha to the pleasures of lesbian sex; once she started to taste the forbidden fruit the carving for cocks died a slow death and never will it arise from the death. More and more of lesbian sex only went on to reaffirm the exit of monsters called cocks. Some of the lesbians are blessed wherein their partners remain to be in touch even after getting married. But there a few who get separated even in the young stage the description below is how Narmadha suffers when her room mate leaves to her native place after completion of higher education. This leaves the other person high and dry since over to another lesbian takes time and one is expected to undergo the pain and trauma of separation. We shall now go straight down to her room where Narmadha unable to forget her fuck buddy with only escapism to her loneliness is relishing the ever green memory.


Even though I've never had you in recent past, I still miss your body. Even though you've never been next to me, beside me in bed, I've fantasized about it so often that it seems like you should be. I think about you all the time – the way you'd feel, the way you'd smell, how I'd touch and taste you if you were here. How much I want to please you. How much I need to please you, my darling. I know you've never been with another woman before. I know you've never been with anyone at all – you're so very innocent with your smiles and your unanswered lust. But I know I could please you, if you'd just give me the opportunity. So that's what I've been doing this evening. Fantasizing about you.



Dreaming about making your first time this evening so very special. In my mind, you're lying in bed next to me, and you're smiling, and I want you. You're so soft, so soft in my mind that I have to reach for you. I've always dreamed about pulling you close to me, your head resting beneath my chin. I wish I could wrap my arms around you, one hand in your hair, the other moving up and down your belly in circles. You're so soft beneath my fingertips and I want more. I want all of you, as a matter of fact. I wish I could roll you onto your back, tug your shirt over your head, and taste your skin. Your skin, lingers in my mind, it is so creamy and smooth under my mouth, so perfect and unblemished. I want to blemish it. My lips run over your skin so gently, but now and then, I have to take a tiny bite. I hear you cry out in surprise, in pleasure, and then I bury my face in your neck. I suck and bite, leaving angry brown bruises in my path. I like it. I like it a lot, and I think you do too. Love bites.



I want more.I trail kisses down your neck, going left, and I kiss ever so slowly around your left breast. I deliberately avoiding the nipple, running my tongue around and around in circles, before so carefully flicking my tongue over it. You moan, and you squirm, and I have to keep that feeling going. So I go to your right breast. I run my fingertips so slowly around your breast, trailing kisses down the side, before taking your nipple roughly in my mouth. I can feel you digging your nails in my back. Somehow, I hope you draw blood. I move down your belly, my hands leading the way. Your bellybutton is of great interest to me, and I run my tongue around it, then into it. I slide my hands beneath you, cupping your ass, squeezing it. "Get on your knees," I whisper to you, and you always do. Your ass is up in the air, your face buried in my pillow and you always love it when I run my tongue into your crevice. I lean over, tonguing your ass, and I can hear your muffled cries through the pillow. I love the way you taste, my darling. I pull you over, returning you to your back.



My hands are on your thighs, pulling them closer to me, spreading them apart, and then my mouth is on you. It's on you and I move my hand lower and I'm inside you... and oh God, can anything else be so divine as the way you taste feel & sound when I'm fucking you? Your pussy tight around my fingers, and I'm the only one who has ever felt you this way. You're so tight, so warm, so fucking hot wet & sweet. My tongue runs over your clit quickly, as if I'd die without making you come.



My other hand moves down to finger your tight ass, and you positively scream as I penetrate you. I love being so deeply inside you, fucking you every way I can, my mouth devouring you.And so you come for me. You always, always come for me. You cry out, shuddering, and collapse back on the bed. I can feel your ass contracting around me, your pussy releasing my fingers after it has spent itself. Your wetness, as always, is overwhelming. My darling girl... I take you in my arms, letting you rest. Your sweat-drenched shoulder bang black hang in your face, and I reach up to pull them back. I kiss your mouth, to share the taste of you, beautiful girl. And then we both collapse in sleep, exhaustion overcoming us at least until next time. I miss your body so... even when it's only in my head. Will you be mine ASAP. . . . . .


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JJ

Watching & Being Watched Lesbian

A JJ submission:

Dear readers, this is your one and only JJ back with a steamy lesbian experience its been quiet some time now that we have gone into the Malathi’s lesbian adventure living sex bomb & reader of English department at the University in the small sleepy town of Chidambaram some 200 kms of Chennai in Tamil Nadu. Below is the lesbian scene in which English reader is caught by her husband Devadoss who works for a nationalized bank as a Branch Manager at Chidambaram who got a chance to peep into the hot episode, while she and her friend are involved in the divine pleasure seeking act on the bed.

We call her Gayathri. In fact, everyone calls her Gayu; it's easier than pronouncing her full name. She is a friend my wife met over the internet years ago also later found she lived a few blocks away from us in the University campus. The first time we met in person was a dinner hosted by the University for a centenary celebrations with all the staff families, but since then she and my wife have close friends and have been spending hours together chatting late into the night several times. Knowing well about my wife’s desires on lesbian sex it is an unwritten statement that she was my wife’s newest partner. By which I have the privilege of seeing them together, I make full use of it in my fantasies the next free moment I get. Both women are equally built typically South Indian women with beautiful long black hair; my wife's is a little more than a shoulder bang and Gayu's is black nearly touching her arse. Gayathri's skin is smooth and dark while my wife's is light. In my imagination that makes an incredibly beautiful contrast when they touch. And in my mind they touch each other quite often.

I was always sure that one day, if their friendship continued, they would explore each other's bi-sexual curiosities there’s no way Malathi will leave her alone without enjoying her cunt. I never thought for a minute that I would actually be there to see it happen. It was a warm Sunday afternoon in the month of November when Gayathri and her daughters came over to play along with our children. Gayathri's husband works in the University along side Malathi and weekends are always busy for him since he has tied up to take classes for the distance education wing of the University. Our daughter loves when her friends come to our house to play, and with my wife she enjoys the time to relax with her friend while I watch the kids. That's how it all happened; I was out at the playground jus across our quarters with the girls while Gayathri and my wife sat talking in the house. The kids were old enough to not have to be watched every moment, so my attention shifted to the ladies inside.

I could see them through the window, but not all that well through the glare. My wife was sitting in the middle of the sofa as Gayathri sat next to her with her legs tucked under her sari. I had glanced a few times before it happened; as I strained to see through the glare, I realized my wife was casual about the loose end of the sari which almost fell from its place. My mind raced. My wife was stripping for her friend. It looked very deliberate act why? What had been said? Who had started it? Why was I stuck out here? Just as my imagination started to race it was brought to a dead stop. Gayathri reached over and felt my wife's breast and here I was getting excited by a tender moment between friends. I would have felt ashamed if I hadn't thought my hastiness was so funny.

I turned back, with a smile on my face this was always in the back of my mind & I know Malathi byheart, to watch our daughters run around and busy playing. All in all, this was a nice moment. I was feeling quite happy with life in general; wonderful wife, beautiful daughter, good friends. At least a minute passed before I looked back into the house. I was confused to see Gayathri's hand still resting on my wife's breast. It had lingered longer than I would have expected. These two beautiful women had my attention again. There it was. I don't think I noticed it the first time. The contrast between their skin tones. They were simply sitting there, face to face, talking while Gayathri's hand rested on my wife's soft skin. I knew they were discussing something non-sexual like breathing techniques or contractions, but my imagination began to get the better of me:

"It is amazing isn't it?" Gayathri asks my wife.

"Yes it is.""Does it feel nice?"

Gayathri asks as her hand slowly begins to caress my wife's assets.Closing her eyes as Gayathri's hand lowers my wife whispers,

"Yes."When she opens her eyes again, Gayathri is staring into them, only inches away.

"How nice?"My wife can only sigh.

"How nice does it feel?

" Gayathri asks again as her fingers lower and begin to play with my wife's semi hard nipple.

The sighs become soft moans as my wife closes her eyes again. Gayathri seizes the moment to do what I am sure she has fantasized of doing for a very long time.

As her fingertips find the erect nipples of my wife, she leans in the extra few inches for a first kiss. What breathe my wife had left escapes into Gayathri's waiting mouth. Their lips part with a familiarity that is borne of months of mutual fantasizing.

The day was over with only this sensual act.

I knew what was exactly in between these two ladies, my wife is a smart bitch that night while we were making love she told me the plan for the next day night wherein both of them wanted to have a few rounds of whisky before plunging into lesbian sex. I took the opportunity to tell my wife, if she wants me to sleep in the guest room with my daughter the next night that I would like to watch these two beautiful women have sex. The next word my wife spoke was the approval of the same but wanted me to watch them discreetly with being known to Gayathri.

The day and time flew by and it was not until 2300 hrs the beautiful celestial event took place where I hide myself in the dark and watched them perform. They just got naked removing their nightie by which I understood their long association. In a sitting position on the bed Gayathri begins to slide her fingers up and down my wife's ever-more-sensitive pussy as their tongues explore each other. My wife's hand wraps around Gayathri's head and grabs a hold of her black, silky hair. Their kisses grow more rhythmic as Gayathri begins to slide her insatiable fingers inside my wife's pussy. Feeling the warmth deep inside, Gayathri begins to moan into my wife's mouth.

With her free hand, my wife finds Gayathri's bare leg and slides it up her thigh. When she realizes how wet Gayathri has become, their kiss is broken. Trying to catch their breath, they look at each other for what seems like forever. A light smile crosses my wife's glowing face and Gayathri returns the encouragement. Sliding down to the floor, my wife finds G's hungry pussy and fills it with two fingers as quickly as she can. This time, it is G's turn to close her eyes and moan. My wife smiles and stretches up to taste Gayathri's lips again. As their kisses are renewed, their fingers pick up pace in what seems like a race to satisfy. Both are rocking their hips slightly and when Gayathri's thumb presses down on my wife's clit, it becomes too much for her to withstand. My wife explodes in orgasm as Gayathri pumps her fingers in and out of my wife's convulsing, wet hot pussy. As my wife nearly screams into Gayathri's mouth, she grabs hold of her hair even harder. Gayathri wraps her hand around my wife's head and holds on to her.

As my wife's orgasm subsides, she lets one hand drop from Gayathri's hair as the other slides out from between Gayathri's legs. She takes a deep breath before realizing that Gayathri has not let go of her. Gayathri has grabbed a hold of my wife's hip and is still holding her head close. My wife returns this hug from her new lover and they share a last, sweet kiss before parting to fall back onto the bed only to drift into a blissful sleep. The moon light thru the window gave me a wonderful picture by which I had involuntarily whacked off and spilled my loads across the floor in front of me. By this incident I came to know voyeur of the lesbian act that too discreetly will turn me on to this level of unknowingly spilling my cum with a massive orgasm.

Malathi’s lesbian adventure keeps continuing for ever and ever. . . . . . . Comments please to seekcompany@gmail.com

Yours Lovingly

JJ