Monday, April 14, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Deliverance
A JJ Submission:
Hi all, It’s me your JJ back to back stories was something I was always wanting to do unfortunately it has never happened. I made a valiant attempt though but what came out is sizzling hot encounter between two lovely girls in their late twenties grown up in the off late Chennai culture. Its nothing but being experimental, curiosity they say kills the cat, not down below in fact it opens a new dimension & a new meaning to what we can call as women in love. Sadana & Aarini work for the same company and were very good friends since they belong to same age group. Everything was normal between them until they were deputed to attend a seminar at the fishcove in Kovalam on the out skirts of Chennai.
"Fuck. We are so late," Sadana flipped her cell phone closed as she and her best friend, Aarini, walked into reception of the hotel where both had a room booked by their company on twin share basis. Fishcove is sometimes costly to the software companies too. Once she reached room 303 on the third floor she threw her keys on the table by the door and shuddered at her reflection in the room mirror. Certainly not the impression she wanted to make on the date she was supposed to meet in 15 minutes across the back waters of Muttukaddu. A date with their colleagues….????? fine you need to accept girls in Chennai do get fucked before they tie the knot & you sometimes better fucked before their marriage than what their hubby’s are capable of????????
"When are we supposed to be there?" Aarini asked, pulling her scarf and blazer off as she completely avoided her reflection; nothing good to see there.
"Twenty to eight,"
"Yes, we're not going make that, we both have to shower and change, and we all know that will take you an hour and a half to get ready—not to mention an extra fifteen minutes in which you will create an elaborate plan in case these guys end up being total freaks," Aarini jested, poking at Sadhana's soft waist with her long fingernails.
"Oh shut up," Sadhana snapped and slapped at Aarini's hands. "I don't take that long. And besides, I already have the elaborate plan laid out. Let me just call these guys now and tell him we'll be a little late."
Aarini chuckled and headed towards the bathroom. "Fine, I get the first shower," she taunted. Sadhana sighed and opened her phone to call those freeks. After some charming flirtatious footwork, she was able to finally get one of those waiting jokers to keep them informed we’d be another 30 minutes late. "Ok, we'll be there at nine, not a minute later," she smiled and hung up. Sadhana checked her watch- three minutes till eight. With an hour long to get ready & commute to by walk to the Muttukaddu back waters bridge they were meeting the boys at, that only left 30 minutes to get ready. With a shrug, she set her phone down and walked toward the bathroom as she peeled off clothes. When she opened the door, Aarini let out an awkward screech as she turned towards the wall of the shower. "What are you doing?" she screamed.
"I'm taking a shower!" Sadhana answered gaily as she unclipped her blue lace bra and slipped out of her matching underwear. She had to admit that tripping up Aarini was one of her favorite things to do. The two of them were in a good-natured war, always trying to outdo one another and seeing who would get the biggest reaction. Sadhana opened the glass shower door and stepped into the steamy enclosure. Aarini had turned around and was giving Sadhana a nasty look while still trying to cover herself. "Sadhana, what the fuck do you think your doing?" Aarini questioned defiantly. Sadhana wet her generous black hair under the shower head and grabbed the shampoo.
"I told you, I'm taking a shower. We don't have time to take separate ones, Aarini. Just go about your business and I'll go about mine and we'll both be out in ten minutes." Aarini nearly growled with annoyance at this intruder who was her closest companion, but Sadhana flipped her clean hair and poked Aarini's waist. "Oh come on, you prude, I've seen it before!" Aarini's arms came down to push Sadhana's hand away and she snorted in frustration.
"Fine," she said. "But I never agreed to this!" Aarini grabbed the shampoo bottle from Sadhana and began washing her own thick black hair. Sadhana watched her defiant friend scrub away at the soft shiny hair she had stroked so many times. It was true, she had seen Aarini's body before, but something about this situation was different. The angry annoyance radiated from Aarini's hour glass figure with a fiery beauty that filled the steamy shower with emotional tension. The water streaming down Aarini's creamy skin, washing the suds from her hair down her smooth body, entranced Sadhana for a moment, but then she thought, This is Aarini, my closest friend in the world. Why shouldn't we be so close?
When Sadhana got to the conditioner first, Aarini grabbed it away from her, but it slipped out of her hand and clattered onto the tile floor of the shower. As she bent down to pick up the bottle, the wet, brown-sugar skin of Sadhana's back slid against Aarini's side. She picked up the bottle at Sadhana's feet and stood up quickly, an image of Sadhana's long, muscular legs and soft, curving back stuck like a frozen movie frame in Aarini's mind. Blushing, Aarini turned away to condition her hair. Sadhana had picked up the soap and was running it over her body, creating a fine creamy lather over her toffee-colored skin. She casually put a hand on Aarini's back and started to lather her up as well. "Sad, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Aarini asked again, this time a little more playfully.
"I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine, Sadhana said laughingly. Aarini sighed, but she let Sadhana continue until her back was sudsy with the sweet-smelling soap. "Now turn around," Sadhana said.
"I don't think I need you to do my front, Sad," Aarini quipped. "I should be able to reach that myself," but Sadhana was already running the smooth bar of soap over Aarini's shoulders and arms. Aarini watched her do it, moving slowly and rhythmically over each inch of Aarini's skin. She was about to push Sadhana away, but then thought better of it. What is she doing this for? she thought. Sadhana rubbed Aarini's arms caringly and then began to soap her neck, her collarbones, her chest. She ran the soap over Aarini's generous breasts, once, twice, and the third time she followed the soap with an empty hand, trailing her long fingers over Aarini's brownish pink nipple. As she passed over it, Aarini shivered ever so slightly and her nipples hardened and darkened. Aarini put her hand on Sadhana's elbow and looked at her, bewildered.
"Sad…?" she whispered.
"Aarini…" Sadhana whispered back, but Aarini was already on top of her, her full red lips pressing into Sadhana's caramel colored ones. Water ran down their heads and around their mouths, and as Aarini slipped her tongue into Sadhana's open mouth she tasted the cool sweet water against the savory warmth of Sadhana's tongue. The next moment, Aarini found herself against the shower wall as Sadhana rubbed the soap against her body—over her chest, her stomach, her breasts and ass. Sadhana held Aarini's chin in one hand and her body in the other, caressing her with slippery touches from one end of Aarini's beautiful body to the other. Sadhana ran the soap down the side of Aarini's waist, over the point of her hip bone, and slid it between her legs. Aarini breathed in with surprise. Sadhana's strong tongue pressed into her mouth, commanding her to submit. Her teeth nibbled at Aarini's lips, her ears, her neck, and all the while Sadhana kept a firm pressure on the soap between Aarini's legs. "Sadhana…" Aarini moaned, and she turned one knee out so that she could feel Sadhana's firm rubbing more directly. Sadhana's body was pressed against Aarini's, and she pulled her from the wall underneath the stream of water from the showerhead. Aarini took Sadhana's head in her hands and kissed her deeply, intensely. In that moment, with water running over both of them, washing away the lather from Aarini's soapy body, washing away the distance of their "friendship" and their doubts about each other, the women were melded into a single entity, drenched in torrents of wet desire. Sadhana dropped the soap and rubbed Aarini with her hands, feeling all of the folds and intimacies of Aarini's body, learning them as she knew her own. She let her fingers follow the sounds of Aarini's moans and they focused around the tightening knob of nerves between Aarini's thighs. Sadhana ran quick circles around Aarini's throbbing clit, but she knew this woman—her soul mate and confidante—and she knew what Aarini wanted. Thrusting her against the wall of the shower again, Sadhana worked her way roughly down Aarini's body, biting her neck, the curve of her soft, voluptuous breasts, her hard nipples. She knelt in front of Aarini' pulsing figure and thrust her fingers insider her, feeling the warm, slick wetness of her body, feeling the moans course through Aarini's heart and lungs and throat and escape through her open mouth.
"Oh God, Sadhana, what the fuck are you doing?" Aarini moaned.
Sadhana raised herself to Aarini's mouth again, staying inside her and keeping pressure on her hard clit. "I'm fucking you Aarini. Isn't that what you want me to do?"
Aarini looked Sadhana in the eye, and as her eyes rolled from her ecstasy she whispered into Sadhana's ear, "Yes, I've wanted you—I want you to fuck me."
Sadhana knelt again and smiled as she plunged herself back through Aarini's quaking flesh and heard her best friend's satisfied moans. Aarini put her head back, her throaty noises of pleasure resounding off the shower walls. Sadhana drove into her over and over, and with a steady rhythm she gave Aarini more and more—more of her fingers, deeper and harder and faster—and Aarini took it.
When she heard Aarini slowing down, quieting with fatigue, Sadhana kissed her stomach, her belly button, and then slid her tongue between Aarini's labia, flicking it over her engorged, reddened clitoris as she held her fingers deep inside Aarini's tight cunt. Aarini moaned long and loud. She lifted her leg and rested it on Sadhana's shoulder and leaned forward, putting her hands through Sadhana's thick, wet, raven black hair. As Sadhana's tongue spoke sweet, torturous languages to Aarini's clit, Aarini spoke to Sadhana with her fingers; massaging her scalp, gripping the thick hair as if to hold on to her sanity, always staying entangled in Sadhana's soft mane and strong supple body.
Sadhana quickened the pace of her speaking—her tongue flicked directly over the hard pit of Aarini's soft wet peach. She smiled as she heard Aarini's moans quicken and rise in pitch until Aarini was screaming. Aarini came hard, trembling uncontrollably in Sadhana's arms as waves of ecstatic sensation crashed within her body. As she came, Sadhana kept fucking her with her fingers and tongue, prolonging and sharpening Aarini's orgasm until the pleasure was almost unbearable. Her energy finally expended, Aarini put her leg down to stabilize herself and Sadhana shook out her legs as she stood to lean against Aarini, pressing her into the wall and pressing her lips into Aarini's. Aarini kissed her back passionately.
"I bet those guys waiting down the bridge couldn't have made you come that hard," Sadhana laughed.
"No, I doubt they could have," Aarini smiled back, still pulsing with gentle waves of pleasure. "God, Sadhana, you don't know how much I've…" Aarini blushed and looked down.
"How much you've what?" Sadhana asked, entwining her fingers in Aarini's—a position of comfort the friends often took when one of them was in need of affection.
"Nothing," Aarini looked into Sadhana's eyes, smiled, and kissed her. "It's just… can I fuck you now?"
Sadhana laughed good-naturedly. "By all means." Sadhana kissed Aarini hard, parting her lips with her tongue and exploring the soft inner warmth of Aarini's mouth with hers. She felt Aarini's delicate fingers caressing her skin, feeling the weight of her heavy breasts, sliding over the wet skin of her stomach, the small of her back, her tight ass. Sadhana took Aarini's hand and moved it to the front of her, placing her fingers in the slippery wet warmth between her legs. Aarini explored the textures and folds of Sadhana's womanhood with awe—she had often wondered what it would be like to touch Sadhana this way. But she also had a need to reciprocate the pleasure that Sadhana had given her with the same assuredness. Aarini's heart beat fast as she whispered, "Damn, somebody got wet from touching a girl…"
Sadhana chuckled, "I admit it, fucking you turned me on."
Sadhana's words gave Aarini more confidence, "Good," she cooed. Then she slowly removed the steady pressure she'd been placing between Sadhana's legs. "But I have other plans for you." She stepped closer to Sadhana, pushing her slowly backward into the wall under the shower head. Aarini held Sadhana's wrists above her head. "Hold on to that," she instructed, putting Sadhana's hands around the pipe extending from the wall to the shower head. Aarini stepped back to remove the shower head from it's fixture on the wall. She looked at Sadhana, spread out before her, her arms above her head and her body glistening and naked. Aarini stepped forward and raised the shower head above Sadhana, letting the water run down her head and face to her torso, over her generous breasts, and between her legs in streaming rivulets. Aarini switched the water pressure from a steady, diffused spray to a direct, fast stream of water. She moved this stream of water down Sadhana's neck and chest and over both her breasts, where she was rewarded with a soft moan as the water hit Sadhana's hard, dark nipples. "You know," Sadhana chuckled," I used to do this to myself when I was little,"
"Good, then," answered Aarini, then added laughingly, "this can be a good bonding experience for us. After this I can even psychoanalyze your childhood sexuality." She moved the stream of water from the shower slowly down Sadhana's stomach and between her legs. She adjusted the stream until she saw Sadhana's muscles contract in a surprised moment of sensation. Aarini laughed. "What?"
"Nothing," Sadhana whispered breathily.
Aarini kissed her commandingly. "Just close your eyes and feel it,"
Sadhana obeyed. She was surprised at the ease with which she did so, as well as the ease with which Aarini now commanded her body. Aarini moved the stream of water slowly back and forth over her swollen clitoris, and soon Sadhana could think of nothing but the pulsating sensation in her own body. "Oh God," she whispered, and then louder, "Oh, Aarini!"
Aarini smiled, watching her friend; eyes closed, head back, body pulsing to the rhythm that Aarini set. With her free hand, Aarini stroked Sadhana's breasts, pinching the hard flesh of her nipples between her fingers. Sadhana's moans increased. Aarini moved the showerhead faster and faster, and finally she kissed Sadhana hard, her tongue forcing it's way to the back of her mouth, probing her friend's body as she let the stream of water rush directly onto Sadhana's clitoris. Almost immediately Sadhana came. As she did, her body trembled, she moaned hoarsely, the muscles in her clitoris and vagina contracted, she gushed with ecstasy.
Aarini put her arm around Sadhana's waist, holding her up as she replaced the shower head to the wall. Sadhana put her arms around Aarini's shoulders, holding her as she quaked and trembled with pleasure. Aarini found Sadhana's soft sweet mouth and kissed her again. Sadhana looked her in the eye. "I love you, Aarini, you know that, right?"
Aarini could only smile back at her. She hugged Sadhana close to her, felt the weight and warmth of this woman who was the closest person to her heart, and whispered in her ear, "Of course. And I love you."
The girls stumbled out of the shower, dried each other of the liquids of their lovemaking, and, wrapped in towels, collapsed on Sadhana's large white bed. They talked and laughed, entwining fingers—as was their custom when they were in need of affection—and every so often, kissing each other tenderly on the lips. Just as Aarini was about to force herself off the bed and into the kitchen for some brie and crackers, Sadhana grabbed her arm suddenly,
"Shit, Aarini, what about our date?"
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JJ
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Hi all, It’s me your JJ back to back stories was something I was always wanting to do unfortunately it has never happened. I made a valiant attempt though but what came out is sizzling hot encounter between two lovely girls in their late twenties grown up in the off late Chennai culture. Its nothing but being experimental, curiosity they say kills the cat, not down below in fact it opens a new dimension & a new meaning to what we can call as women in love. Sadana & Aarini work for the same company and were very good friends since they belong to same age group. Everything was normal between them until they were deputed to attend a seminar at the fishcove in Kovalam on the out skirts of Chennai.
"Fuck. We are so late," Sadana flipped her cell phone closed as she and her best friend, Aarini, walked into reception of the hotel where both had a room booked by their company on twin share basis. Fishcove is sometimes costly to the software companies too. Once she reached room 303 on the third floor she threw her keys on the table by the door and shuddered at her reflection in the room mirror. Certainly not the impression she wanted to make on the date she was supposed to meet in 15 minutes across the back waters of Muttukaddu. A date with their colleagues….????? fine you need to accept girls in Chennai do get fucked before they tie the knot & you sometimes better fucked before their marriage than what their hubby’s are capable of????????
"When are we supposed to be there?" Aarini asked, pulling her scarf and blazer off as she completely avoided her reflection; nothing good to see there.
"Twenty to eight,"
"Yes, we're not going make that, we both have to shower and change, and we all know that will take you an hour and a half to get ready—not to mention an extra fifteen minutes in which you will create an elaborate plan in case these guys end up being total freaks," Aarini jested, poking at Sadhana's soft waist with her long fingernails.
"Oh shut up," Sadhana snapped and slapped at Aarini's hands. "I don't take that long. And besides, I already have the elaborate plan laid out. Let me just call these guys now and tell him we'll be a little late."
Aarini chuckled and headed towards the bathroom. "Fine, I get the first shower," she taunted. Sadhana sighed and opened her phone to call those freeks. After some charming flirtatious footwork, she was able to finally get one of those waiting jokers to keep them informed we’d be another 30 minutes late. "Ok, we'll be there at nine, not a minute later," she smiled and hung up. Sadhana checked her watch- three minutes till eight. With an hour long to get ready & commute to by walk to the Muttukaddu back waters bridge they were meeting the boys at, that only left 30 minutes to get ready. With a shrug, she set her phone down and walked toward the bathroom as she peeled off clothes. When she opened the door, Aarini let out an awkward screech as she turned towards the wall of the shower. "What are you doing?" she screamed.
"I'm taking a shower!" Sadhana answered gaily as she unclipped her blue lace bra and slipped out of her matching underwear. She had to admit that tripping up Aarini was one of her favorite things to do. The two of them were in a good-natured war, always trying to outdo one another and seeing who would get the biggest reaction. Sadhana opened the glass shower door and stepped into the steamy enclosure. Aarini had turned around and was giving Sadhana a nasty look while still trying to cover herself. "Sadhana, what the fuck do you think your doing?" Aarini questioned defiantly. Sadhana wet her generous black hair under the shower head and grabbed the shampoo.
"I told you, I'm taking a shower. We don't have time to take separate ones, Aarini. Just go about your business and I'll go about mine and we'll both be out in ten minutes." Aarini nearly growled with annoyance at this intruder who was her closest companion, but Sadhana flipped her clean hair and poked Aarini's waist. "Oh come on, you prude, I've seen it before!" Aarini's arms came down to push Sadhana's hand away and she snorted in frustration.
"Fine," she said. "But I never agreed to this!" Aarini grabbed the shampoo bottle from Sadhana and began washing her own thick black hair. Sadhana watched her defiant friend scrub away at the soft shiny hair she had stroked so many times. It was true, she had seen Aarini's body before, but something about this situation was different. The angry annoyance radiated from Aarini's hour glass figure with a fiery beauty that filled the steamy shower with emotional tension. The water streaming down Aarini's creamy skin, washing the suds from her hair down her smooth body, entranced Sadhana for a moment, but then she thought, This is Aarini, my closest friend in the world. Why shouldn't we be so close?
When Sadhana got to the conditioner first, Aarini grabbed it away from her, but it slipped out of her hand and clattered onto the tile floor of the shower. As she bent down to pick up the bottle, the wet, brown-sugar skin of Sadhana's back slid against Aarini's side. She picked up the bottle at Sadhana's feet and stood up quickly, an image of Sadhana's long, muscular legs and soft, curving back stuck like a frozen movie frame in Aarini's mind. Blushing, Aarini turned away to condition her hair. Sadhana had picked up the soap and was running it over her body, creating a fine creamy lather over her toffee-colored skin. She casually put a hand on Aarini's back and started to lather her up as well. "Sad, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Aarini asked again, this time a little more playfully.
"I'll scratch your back, you scratch mine, Sadhana said laughingly. Aarini sighed, but she let Sadhana continue until her back was sudsy with the sweet-smelling soap. "Now turn around," Sadhana said.
"I don't think I need you to do my front, Sad," Aarini quipped. "I should be able to reach that myself," but Sadhana was already running the smooth bar of soap over Aarini's shoulders and arms. Aarini watched her do it, moving slowly and rhythmically over each inch of Aarini's skin. She was about to push Sadhana away, but then thought better of it. What is she doing this for? she thought. Sadhana rubbed Aarini's arms caringly and then began to soap her neck, her collarbones, her chest. She ran the soap over Aarini's generous breasts, once, twice, and the third time she followed the soap with an empty hand, trailing her long fingers over Aarini's brownish pink nipple. As she passed over it, Aarini shivered ever so slightly and her nipples hardened and darkened. Aarini put her hand on Sadhana's elbow and looked at her, bewildered.
"Sad…?" she whispered.
"Aarini…" Sadhana whispered back, but Aarini was already on top of her, her full red lips pressing into Sadhana's caramel colored ones. Water ran down their heads and around their mouths, and as Aarini slipped her tongue into Sadhana's open mouth she tasted the cool sweet water against the savory warmth of Sadhana's tongue. The next moment, Aarini found herself against the shower wall as Sadhana rubbed the soap against her body—over her chest, her stomach, her breasts and ass. Sadhana held Aarini's chin in one hand and her body in the other, caressing her with slippery touches from one end of Aarini's beautiful body to the other. Sadhana ran the soap down the side of Aarini's waist, over the point of her hip bone, and slid it between her legs. Aarini breathed in with surprise. Sadhana's strong tongue pressed into her mouth, commanding her to submit. Her teeth nibbled at Aarini's lips, her ears, her neck, and all the while Sadhana kept a firm pressure on the soap between Aarini's legs. "Sadhana…" Aarini moaned, and she turned one knee out so that she could feel Sadhana's firm rubbing more directly. Sadhana's body was pressed against Aarini's, and she pulled her from the wall underneath the stream of water from the showerhead. Aarini took Sadhana's head in her hands and kissed her deeply, intensely. In that moment, with water running over both of them, washing away the lather from Aarini's soapy body, washing away the distance of their "friendship" and their doubts about each other, the women were melded into a single entity, drenched in torrents of wet desire. Sadhana dropped the soap and rubbed Aarini with her hands, feeling all of the folds and intimacies of Aarini's body, learning them as she knew her own. She let her fingers follow the sounds of Aarini's moans and they focused around the tightening knob of nerves between Aarini's thighs. Sadhana ran quick circles around Aarini's throbbing clit, but she knew this woman—her soul mate and confidante—and she knew what Aarini wanted. Thrusting her against the wall of the shower again, Sadhana worked her way roughly down Aarini's body, biting her neck, the curve of her soft, voluptuous breasts, her hard nipples. She knelt in front of Aarini' pulsing figure and thrust her fingers insider her, feeling the warm, slick wetness of her body, feeling the moans course through Aarini's heart and lungs and throat and escape through her open mouth.
"Oh God, Sadhana, what the fuck are you doing?" Aarini moaned.
Sadhana raised herself to Aarini's mouth again, staying inside her and keeping pressure on her hard clit. "I'm fucking you Aarini. Isn't that what you want me to do?"
Aarini looked Sadhana in the eye, and as her eyes rolled from her ecstasy she whispered into Sadhana's ear, "Yes, I've wanted you—I want you to fuck me."
Sadhana knelt again and smiled as she plunged herself back through Aarini's quaking flesh and heard her best friend's satisfied moans. Aarini put her head back, her throaty noises of pleasure resounding off the shower walls. Sadhana drove into her over and over, and with a steady rhythm she gave Aarini more and more—more of her fingers, deeper and harder and faster—and Aarini took it.
When she heard Aarini slowing down, quieting with fatigue, Sadhana kissed her stomach, her belly button, and then slid her tongue between Aarini's labia, flicking it over her engorged, reddened clitoris as she held her fingers deep inside Aarini's tight cunt. Aarini moaned long and loud. She lifted her leg and rested it on Sadhana's shoulder and leaned forward, putting her hands through Sadhana's thick, wet, raven black hair. As Sadhana's tongue spoke sweet, torturous languages to Aarini's clit, Aarini spoke to Sadhana with her fingers; massaging her scalp, gripping the thick hair as if to hold on to her sanity, always staying entangled in Sadhana's soft mane and strong supple body.
Sadhana quickened the pace of her speaking—her tongue flicked directly over the hard pit of Aarini's soft wet peach. She smiled as she heard Aarini's moans quicken and rise in pitch until Aarini was screaming. Aarini came hard, trembling uncontrollably in Sadhana's arms as waves of ecstatic sensation crashed within her body. As she came, Sadhana kept fucking her with her fingers and tongue, prolonging and sharpening Aarini's orgasm until the pleasure was almost unbearable. Her energy finally expended, Aarini put her leg down to stabilize herself and Sadhana shook out her legs as she stood to lean against Aarini, pressing her into the wall and pressing her lips into Aarini's. Aarini kissed her back passionately.
"I bet those guys waiting down the bridge couldn't have made you come that hard," Sadhana laughed.
"No, I doubt they could have," Aarini smiled back, still pulsing with gentle waves of pleasure. "God, Sadhana, you don't know how much I've…" Aarini blushed and looked down.
"How much you've what?" Sadhana asked, entwining her fingers in Aarini's—a position of comfort the friends often took when one of them was in need of affection.
"Nothing," Aarini looked into Sadhana's eyes, smiled, and kissed her. "It's just… can I fuck you now?"
Sadhana laughed good-naturedly. "By all means." Sadhana kissed Aarini hard, parting her lips with her tongue and exploring the soft inner warmth of Aarini's mouth with hers. She felt Aarini's delicate fingers caressing her skin, feeling the weight of her heavy breasts, sliding over the wet skin of her stomach, the small of her back, her tight ass. Sadhana took Aarini's hand and moved it to the front of her, placing her fingers in the slippery wet warmth between her legs. Aarini explored the textures and folds of Sadhana's womanhood with awe—she had often wondered what it would be like to touch Sadhana this way. But she also had a need to reciprocate the pleasure that Sadhana had given her with the same assuredness. Aarini's heart beat fast as she whispered, "Damn, somebody got wet from touching a girl…"
Sadhana chuckled, "I admit it, fucking you turned me on."
Sadhana's words gave Aarini more confidence, "Good," she cooed. Then she slowly removed the steady pressure she'd been placing between Sadhana's legs. "But I have other plans for you." She stepped closer to Sadhana, pushing her slowly backward into the wall under the shower head. Aarini held Sadhana's wrists above her head. "Hold on to that," she instructed, putting Sadhana's hands around the pipe extending from the wall to the shower head. Aarini stepped back to remove the shower head from it's fixture on the wall. She looked at Sadhana, spread out before her, her arms above her head and her body glistening and naked. Aarini stepped forward and raised the shower head above Sadhana, letting the water run down her head and face to her torso, over her generous breasts, and between her legs in streaming rivulets. Aarini switched the water pressure from a steady, diffused spray to a direct, fast stream of water. She moved this stream of water down Sadhana's neck and chest and over both her breasts, where she was rewarded with a soft moan as the water hit Sadhana's hard, dark nipples. "You know," Sadhana chuckled," I used to do this to myself when I was little,"
"Good, then," answered Aarini, then added laughingly, "this can be a good bonding experience for us. After this I can even psychoanalyze your childhood sexuality." She moved the stream of water from the shower slowly down Sadhana's stomach and between her legs. She adjusted the stream until she saw Sadhana's muscles contract in a surprised moment of sensation. Aarini laughed. "What?"
"Nothing," Sadhana whispered breathily.
Aarini kissed her commandingly. "Just close your eyes and feel it,"
Sadhana obeyed. She was surprised at the ease with which she did so, as well as the ease with which Aarini now commanded her body. Aarini moved the stream of water slowly back and forth over her swollen clitoris, and soon Sadhana could think of nothing but the pulsating sensation in her own body. "Oh God," she whispered, and then louder, "Oh, Aarini!"
Aarini smiled, watching her friend; eyes closed, head back, body pulsing to the rhythm that Aarini set. With her free hand, Aarini stroked Sadhana's breasts, pinching the hard flesh of her nipples between her fingers. Sadhana's moans increased. Aarini moved the showerhead faster and faster, and finally she kissed Sadhana hard, her tongue forcing it's way to the back of her mouth, probing her friend's body as she let the stream of water rush directly onto Sadhana's clitoris. Almost immediately Sadhana came. As she did, her body trembled, she moaned hoarsely, the muscles in her clitoris and vagina contracted, she gushed with ecstasy.
Aarini put her arm around Sadhana's waist, holding her up as she replaced the shower head to the wall. Sadhana put her arms around Aarini's shoulders, holding her as she quaked and trembled with pleasure. Aarini found Sadhana's soft sweet mouth and kissed her again. Sadhana looked her in the eye. "I love you, Aarini, you know that, right?"
Aarini could only smile back at her. She hugged Sadhana close to her, felt the weight and warmth of this woman who was the closest person to her heart, and whispered in her ear, "Of course. And I love you."
The girls stumbled out of the shower, dried each other of the liquids of their lovemaking, and, wrapped in towels, collapsed on Sadhana's large white bed. They talked and laughed, entwining fingers—as was their custom when they were in need of affection—and every so often, kissing each other tenderly on the lips. Just as Aarini was about to force herself off the bed and into the kitchen for some brie and crackers, Sadhana grabbed her arm suddenly,
"Shit, Aarini, what about our date?"
There we are folks that’s it for the day do remember to send me your feed back & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com
Yours Lovingly
JJ
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Sunday, April 6, 2008
The Pinnacle of Lesbian Desire
FOREX is a serious game. Play it with the pros.
Forex trading involves substantial risk of loss, and may not be suitable for everyone.
A JJ Submission:
Hello to all my beloved readers. JJ is back with a bang a magnificent love story brought to desk tops. Our early day’s heroine is portrayed here in the narration beneath and surely it was she who made me succeed and this story is dedicated to her. Malathi alias Mala from the temple town of Chidambaram 200 kms away from Chennai a English reader from the nearby University. She is a sex Goddess at 38 she can make men drool over her cuts and curves stands tall at 5.8 around 67 kgs. Mala visits Chennai during weekends to tutor the distant education seminar classes many a men would die to fuck her at least once in their life, but unfortunately she gives a flying fuck for men. Mala has crossed the ocean of straight sex and is now deep into a womanly love. She meets one enchanting Chennai female student who is also a buddy in lesbian sex. On a Saturday evening Mala invited Kavitha to the private guest house on Poonamalle high road where she is a regular customer while in Chennai for weekend seminars. The action is just above to begin between a matured Mala & the budding Kavitha who is just an 18 year old girl. Let’s listen to what she has to say.
In the name of a private coaching Kavitha landed in my room and it was a real cake walk for me to have seduced her in less than half an hour & she surrendered like a slave to my skills. My hand swept across her young eighteen year old chest, touching so lightly the small rounded swell of her breasts. Through the dark blue of her flimsy top you could see the erection of her nipples, the anticipation of this moment that resided within her body. She giggled and laughed, her face blushed red, yet she did not pull away or force my hands from her body, she could barely hold eye contact with me, but that was through shyness and excitement and through the lack of experience one gets at her tender age.
I felt the soft tender skin just above the plunging neckline, my hands sweeping over them, stroking, caressing the supple beauty only a few millimetres from me now, was she. Her face continued to blush, to grow like a ravaging heat, flames of passion that consumed every inch of her delectable body. God how I wanted to taste her, to feel her face press against mine, lips to lips, tongues dancing, cavorting with the passion of innocence and desire of lust. I couldn't wait, deny myself this moment, my face inched towards hers, and she followed, responding drawing closer till lips did meet.
My left hand rested on her shoulder, the thin strap of her top just beneath my flesh, whilst my right hand cupped so lightly the wondrousness of her breast, the rounded, self supporting lemon sized of flesh that was so dramatic and filled with bliss. She wanted me, which truly did surprise me, and I certainly sought her, she could learn and enjoy so much, become a pupil in ways of pure sexual education, to be brought to pinnacle of desire, to have her own gender slowly, erotically tease, kiss touch and caress a body that was designed for such pleasures now that it was of legal age.
The first kiss was tentative, my hand swept down her shoulder, slowly drawing the strap from its resting place, returning eventually back to the breast which it longed to feel. My mouth enveloped her, lips touching hers,
Consuming them in a slow, erotic and gradual embrace, that allowed my tongue to slip into the moistness of her oral domain. Slowly I felt her hands rest against my hips, feeling the curvy shape, touching the material that hid the naked sensitive flesh beneath it.
Our bodies tingled with a vibrancy that was unique; a sensation that I truly, in all honesty believe only another female can really create. The embraces grew more passionate, temperatures rising, my hands lightly teasing touching the body that hid beneath the apparel of what she was wearing. Slowly in between the moments of languishing soulful, dramatic embraces upon her, I slid the front of her vest like top down, exposing the soft beauty of swell. My hand cupped the breast, felt and massaged it, as the kissing grew more enchanting, now her hands were on my head, finger entwining in my hair, lightly drawing me nearer, closer to her, so she could bask in full unadulterated pleasure of what was being bestowed upon her.
My hands swept over her supple curvaceous body, roaming with diligence and respect, causing tingling sensations and nerve ends to ignite, become alive and vibrant as she sample the pleasures of true dedicated lesbian lust. Her chest rose dramatically, nipples becoming more and more erect, I could feel them throbbing, the power, the arousal, the heat which raged within her was like a small internal turbine that truly was on the point of over heating. Finally we pulled away, despite it being with reluctance, she tasted sweet, young and gorgeous, an addiction which I could quite easily become happily a junkie to.
Kavitha smiled, her face a flush, her eyes glowing with the power of arousal, her body a shimmering, aching vat of desire that had now begun to ignite and spark. One hand holding tenderly her tight rear, the other softly stroking her chest whilst both my lips and tongue kissed, licked the breadth of her chest from one shoulder to the other. Slowly I stooped downwards, my hands drawing the top down from her breasts, pulling the material as tight as I could so that finally I would get to see one of the many enchanting and glorious prizes that this young excitable lover had to offer me. She drew me back up, her hand cupping my head, her face inching towards mine as we kissed with an electrifying delight, mouths swarming eating, caressing each other, feeling the throb of desire and yearning of lust consume our bodies.
God I needed her!!
Long lingering kisses that gave out loud smacks as lips meshed with lips and tongues teased and darted, exploring the others oral chamber, dancing and cavorting, hands held the other tight, locked in some orgasmic embrace that was used to satisfy the other that each of us felt the same way. How my clit throbbed, pounding between my legs, locked up in those tight green panties, its smooth hairless moistness saturated already as finally I began to make my move
I drew both shoulder straps down from where they lay, unwrapping the silken beauties that were her chest. The mounds of flesh so sweet, pert and erect, skin that tingled and buzz, vibrantly filled with the pleasure of what she knew was coming next. Slipping the casual cotton top further down past her waist, descending with it, until the seductive sight of her flat taut stomach stood before my eyes. There I stopped mouth open, my hunger for her immense unable to resist, my mouth latched onto her right breasts with a lovers delight. Her hand ran through my long black hair, as she felt my lips close around the swell of her bosom, she murmured, followed by her head rising upwards, eyes closing and as she basked in the gift of delight whilst I continued to nuzzle at her luscious breast.
With one of my hands behind her, stroking gently her spine, fingers running and down, my other hand then began to draw the top further downwards, past the cut off shorts that she wore, which were truly tight and revealing. As the top descended so did I allowing my tongue to slide down the flawless silk surface of her body, lingering everywhere, swirling all over, feeling the pleasure of her dramatic, sensual body. Finally the top was down at her ankles, my hands helping her to step from its clutches, then moving back up and unfastening the cut offs, which came down easier than I had thought they would. She stepped out from 3/4th pants, now only wearing a pair of red cotton like panties, that were shaped high leg and tight against her mound. My mouth kissed the surface of her thigh, teeth clenching at the panties, pulling them and letting them snap back against her body. One hand skilfully roamed upwards, gliding almost up the left outside leg, that left her in rapturous bliss, as slowly I guided her round so that she could face me and feel the true power of a females mouth and what exactly it could incur upon another the same gender.,
Kavitha breathed so deeply, murmuring so lovely, her tongue ran over her own lips; she rested against the wall, her hands not sure where to put them selves, as I bestowed kiss after kiss upon the nakedness of her stomach. Allowing my tongue to glide, to swirl and pleasure the indentation of her navel, working its way downwards towards the hidden mound of her sex that lay beneath the panties which she wore so delectably.
Long exuberant kisses, mouth fully open, feeding of the sweat of this lovely creature's body, hearing her murmur with delight, coo with pleasure as her body shimmered under the assault of my seductive powers. Hands touching, swirling over flesh that sparkled and waited impatiently to feel the bequeath meant of my lips, mouth opened to its extremer ties, consuming all that it could in the most erotic and potent manner that I knew how.
I looked up at Kavitha and smiled, she glanced down, a face that was a torturous picture of delight, wrought with the sensations the likes of which she had never befriended before now plagued her. Feelings of erotic arousal, mixed with the plague of carnal lust and explosion of sexual energy which rattled through her bones. My fingers hooked themselves around the top of her panties, I felt her body shudder with delight as slowly, teasingly I began to draw them down, a broad unforgiving and erotic smile on my face that told of she had felt nothing compared to the moments that now were coming. As I drew them down, my lips continued their soulful assault upon her stomach, kisses that were spectacular and orgasmic, designed to be provocative and arousing. A little wiggle of her hips signified that finally the panties were free; they fell to the floor, a crumpled heap around her ankles, no longer were they a barrier to my or her pleasure.
My left hand touched and skimmed the newness of Kavitha’s flesh, the flesh which now was totally and utterly naked, a body that finally was able to be viewed as it should be, a celebration of tender flesh and ripe sumptuous figure that craved to be explored by another of the same gender. Instinctively almost her legs opened for my hand, which swept inwards and across, helping, guiding her to part those long sexy legs, a guide that wasn't really required. I could smell the mustiness of her desire from where I was crouched, I didn't doubt either that she could feel the hotness of my breath or the anticipation and yearning to get this on.
Slowly my hand rose up the inside of her leg, sideways on, my mouth moved towards the crevice where stomach and thigh meet, a kiss was followed instantly by the first ever female touch of her moist warm sex, which caused a huge explosion of desire to overload her young body. Kavitha murmured and sighed deeply, her breathing ragged and lustful, her heart pounding, her eyes closed with desire, head lolled upwards and backwards as she savoured the bliss which she undoubtedly had never before tasted.
Each kiss, each caress caused a minor irruption within her, a new burst of vigour and desire to following hot on the coat trails of the last one which hadn't quite done all of its majestic work. Kavitha’s pussy was tight and sweet, hot and moist, dew drops of passion formed, the lips semi parted, the clit clearly be seen. My fingers teased, stroked and entered the moistness of her fleshy folds, letting every movement that occurred cause wondrous sensations that burnt deep into her soul. She could barely contain the desire, the bliss and delight that now constantly surged throughout her form, her face abandoned to the bliss, lost to the throng of euphoria that was endless and enchanting if not hypnotising
Fingers pressing, sliding back and forth, lightly entering the silken domain of her sex had erotic consequences for my young lover Kavitha, she purred like a kitten, soon began swaying, rocking back and forth, her hands clasping, holding the wall as she began to ride. Instincts took over, she knew what to do, how to enjoy this moment, to extract the pleasure, feel the vibrancy, to revel in its glory, as I languished one more kiss against her navel. She was in awe, encased by bliss, consumed by the revelation of desire and lust, her whole body was now akin to beacon, a beacon that couldn't get enough of the sensations that were being provoked upon her sensual form Murmurings of delight were similar to a chorus of an erotic song that only she knew the words to, her body continued to buzz and shimmer, her aching grew, lust ambushed her in sudden and violent attack that pleased her and only added to the desire that she already did feel.
Louder and louder the noises grew, passion amassed an army of lust just waiting for the signal to unleash all of its wondrous power. Hips swaying, rocking with more force, the orgasm waiting, nearing and being ready to rush and consume all of her. My fingers slipped deep into her warm silken mound, feeling the nub of her clit, the heated desire and moistness of her fleshy folds, she buckled slightly, knees giving way, wanting me to delve further into the tightness of her treasure trove, which of course I did. Breathing so deep, so erratic, her chest heaving, feet clamped to the floor, as my fingers slid back and forth, toying with nub of her clit, feeling the walls of her wet slit. Kavitha loved it, standing there, naked, her sex being touched, loved, her stomach kissed and licked, a body that ached with yearning and unspent desire, that soon we both knew would be realised.
Kavitha leant forwards, stretched back, head lolled in all directions, breasts thrust in and then out, body aching, yearning under a magnitude of delight, eyes closed, unable to open as lustfulness gripped and teased her. Noises that grew, echoed around us, which served only to fuel her desires, as the delights of hearing herself reach that point of climax, was it appeared a huge turn on in itself.
More and more the desire crept up on her, stealing her body, crushing her composure, forcing her into a spiral of pleasure, drilling her into the depths of submission to where she could not hold back the euphoria of this moment. Kavitha’s supple young body swayed now almost dramatically her chest heaved her nipple so erect, they almost hurt with the yearning. Her sex vibrantly alive, tingling with the rampant pulses of gratification, muscles clenched, heart pounding sweat pouring, she couldn't control herself, the orgasm came, a violent unequivocal shudder, a scream of utter delight as wave after wave of satisfaction consumed her. Kavitha’s juices, warm and sticky flowed like an endless river, gushing from within, coating my hands, trickling down fingers that sought to extract every last drop of her delightful juice. This was just the beginning of an empirical womanly love for Kavitha, her body went limp and she slides on to the cot where even more of the lovely experience was awaiting her. This was a narration of the standing posture alone and what happened on the cot is a separate story by itself. That all folks do remember to send in your comments & feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com
Yours Lovingly
JJ
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A JJ Submission:
Hello to all my beloved readers. JJ is back with a bang a magnificent love story brought to desk tops. Our early day’s heroine is portrayed here in the narration beneath and surely it was she who made me succeed and this story is dedicated to her. Malathi alias Mala from the temple town of Chidambaram 200 kms away from Chennai a English reader from the nearby University. She is a sex Goddess at 38 she can make men drool over her cuts and curves stands tall at 5.8 around 67 kgs. Mala visits Chennai during weekends to tutor the distant education seminar classes many a men would die to fuck her at least once in their life, but unfortunately she gives a flying fuck for men. Mala has crossed the ocean of straight sex and is now deep into a womanly love. She meets one enchanting Chennai female student who is also a buddy in lesbian sex. On a Saturday evening Mala invited Kavitha to the private guest house on Poonamalle high road where she is a regular customer while in Chennai for weekend seminars. The action is just above to begin between a matured Mala & the budding Kavitha who is just an 18 year old girl. Let’s listen to what she has to say.
In the name of a private coaching Kavitha landed in my room and it was a real cake walk for me to have seduced her in less than half an hour & she surrendered like a slave to my skills. My hand swept across her young eighteen year old chest, touching so lightly the small rounded swell of her breasts. Through the dark blue of her flimsy top you could see the erection of her nipples, the anticipation of this moment that resided within her body. She giggled and laughed, her face blushed red, yet she did not pull away or force my hands from her body, she could barely hold eye contact with me, but that was through shyness and excitement and through the lack of experience one gets at her tender age.
I felt the soft tender skin just above the plunging neckline, my hands sweeping over them, stroking, caressing the supple beauty only a few millimetres from me now, was she. Her face continued to blush, to grow like a ravaging heat, flames of passion that consumed every inch of her delectable body. God how I wanted to taste her, to feel her face press against mine, lips to lips, tongues dancing, cavorting with the passion of innocence and desire of lust. I couldn't wait, deny myself this moment, my face inched towards hers, and she followed, responding drawing closer till lips did meet.
My left hand rested on her shoulder, the thin strap of her top just beneath my flesh, whilst my right hand cupped so lightly the wondrousness of her breast, the rounded, self supporting lemon sized of flesh that was so dramatic and filled with bliss. She wanted me, which truly did surprise me, and I certainly sought her, she could learn and enjoy so much, become a pupil in ways of pure sexual education, to be brought to pinnacle of desire, to have her own gender slowly, erotically tease, kiss touch and caress a body that was designed for such pleasures now that it was of legal age.
The first kiss was tentative, my hand swept down her shoulder, slowly drawing the strap from its resting place, returning eventually back to the breast which it longed to feel. My mouth enveloped her, lips touching hers,
Consuming them in a slow, erotic and gradual embrace, that allowed my tongue to slip into the moistness of her oral domain. Slowly I felt her hands rest against my hips, feeling the curvy shape, touching the material that hid the naked sensitive flesh beneath it.
Our bodies tingled with a vibrancy that was unique; a sensation that I truly, in all honesty believe only another female can really create. The embraces grew more passionate, temperatures rising, my hands lightly teasing touching the body that hid beneath the apparel of what she was wearing. Slowly in between the moments of languishing soulful, dramatic embraces upon her, I slid the front of her vest like top down, exposing the soft beauty of swell. My hand cupped the breast, felt and massaged it, as the kissing grew more enchanting, now her hands were on my head, finger entwining in my hair, lightly drawing me nearer, closer to her, so she could bask in full unadulterated pleasure of what was being bestowed upon her.
My hands swept over her supple curvaceous body, roaming with diligence and respect, causing tingling sensations and nerve ends to ignite, become alive and vibrant as she sample the pleasures of true dedicated lesbian lust. Her chest rose dramatically, nipples becoming more and more erect, I could feel them throbbing, the power, the arousal, the heat which raged within her was like a small internal turbine that truly was on the point of over heating. Finally we pulled away, despite it being with reluctance, she tasted sweet, young and gorgeous, an addiction which I could quite easily become happily a junkie to.
Kavitha smiled, her face a flush, her eyes glowing with the power of arousal, her body a shimmering, aching vat of desire that had now begun to ignite and spark. One hand holding tenderly her tight rear, the other softly stroking her chest whilst both my lips and tongue kissed, licked the breadth of her chest from one shoulder to the other. Slowly I stooped downwards, my hands drawing the top down from her breasts, pulling the material as tight as I could so that finally I would get to see one of the many enchanting and glorious prizes that this young excitable lover had to offer me. She drew me back up, her hand cupping my head, her face inching towards mine as we kissed with an electrifying delight, mouths swarming eating, caressing each other, feeling the throb of desire and yearning of lust consume our bodies.
God I needed her!!
Long lingering kisses that gave out loud smacks as lips meshed with lips and tongues teased and darted, exploring the others oral chamber, dancing and cavorting, hands held the other tight, locked in some orgasmic embrace that was used to satisfy the other that each of us felt the same way. How my clit throbbed, pounding between my legs, locked up in those tight green panties, its smooth hairless moistness saturated already as finally I began to make my move
I drew both shoulder straps down from where they lay, unwrapping the silken beauties that were her chest. The mounds of flesh so sweet, pert and erect, skin that tingled and buzz, vibrantly filled with the pleasure of what she knew was coming next. Slipping the casual cotton top further down past her waist, descending with it, until the seductive sight of her flat taut stomach stood before my eyes. There I stopped mouth open, my hunger for her immense unable to resist, my mouth latched onto her right breasts with a lovers delight. Her hand ran through my long black hair, as she felt my lips close around the swell of her bosom, she murmured, followed by her head rising upwards, eyes closing and as she basked in the gift of delight whilst I continued to nuzzle at her luscious breast.
With one of my hands behind her, stroking gently her spine, fingers running and down, my other hand then began to draw the top further downwards, past the cut off shorts that she wore, which were truly tight and revealing. As the top descended so did I allowing my tongue to slide down the flawless silk surface of her body, lingering everywhere, swirling all over, feeling the pleasure of her dramatic, sensual body. Finally the top was down at her ankles, my hands helping her to step from its clutches, then moving back up and unfastening the cut offs, which came down easier than I had thought they would. She stepped out from 3/4th pants, now only wearing a pair of red cotton like panties, that were shaped high leg and tight against her mound. My mouth kissed the surface of her thigh, teeth clenching at the panties, pulling them and letting them snap back against her body. One hand skilfully roamed upwards, gliding almost up the left outside leg, that left her in rapturous bliss, as slowly I guided her round so that she could face me and feel the true power of a females mouth and what exactly it could incur upon another the same gender.,
Kavitha breathed so deeply, murmuring so lovely, her tongue ran over her own lips; she rested against the wall, her hands not sure where to put them selves, as I bestowed kiss after kiss upon the nakedness of her stomach. Allowing my tongue to glide, to swirl and pleasure the indentation of her navel, working its way downwards towards the hidden mound of her sex that lay beneath the panties which she wore so delectably.
Long exuberant kisses, mouth fully open, feeding of the sweat of this lovely creature's body, hearing her murmur with delight, coo with pleasure as her body shimmered under the assault of my seductive powers. Hands touching, swirling over flesh that sparkled and waited impatiently to feel the bequeath meant of my lips, mouth opened to its extremer ties, consuming all that it could in the most erotic and potent manner that I knew how.
I looked up at Kavitha and smiled, she glanced down, a face that was a torturous picture of delight, wrought with the sensations the likes of which she had never befriended before now plagued her. Feelings of erotic arousal, mixed with the plague of carnal lust and explosion of sexual energy which rattled through her bones. My fingers hooked themselves around the top of her panties, I felt her body shudder with delight as slowly, teasingly I began to draw them down, a broad unforgiving and erotic smile on my face that told of she had felt nothing compared to the moments that now were coming. As I drew them down, my lips continued their soulful assault upon her stomach, kisses that were spectacular and orgasmic, designed to be provocative and arousing. A little wiggle of her hips signified that finally the panties were free; they fell to the floor, a crumpled heap around her ankles, no longer were they a barrier to my or her pleasure.
My left hand touched and skimmed the newness of Kavitha’s flesh, the flesh which now was totally and utterly naked, a body that finally was able to be viewed as it should be, a celebration of tender flesh and ripe sumptuous figure that craved to be explored by another of the same gender. Instinctively almost her legs opened for my hand, which swept inwards and across, helping, guiding her to part those long sexy legs, a guide that wasn't really required. I could smell the mustiness of her desire from where I was crouched, I didn't doubt either that she could feel the hotness of my breath or the anticipation and yearning to get this on.
Slowly my hand rose up the inside of her leg, sideways on, my mouth moved towards the crevice where stomach and thigh meet, a kiss was followed instantly by the first ever female touch of her moist warm sex, which caused a huge explosion of desire to overload her young body. Kavitha murmured and sighed deeply, her breathing ragged and lustful, her heart pounding, her eyes closed with desire, head lolled upwards and backwards as she savoured the bliss which she undoubtedly had never before tasted.
Each kiss, each caress caused a minor irruption within her, a new burst of vigour and desire to following hot on the coat trails of the last one which hadn't quite done all of its majestic work. Kavitha’s pussy was tight and sweet, hot and moist, dew drops of passion formed, the lips semi parted, the clit clearly be seen. My fingers teased, stroked and entered the moistness of her fleshy folds, letting every movement that occurred cause wondrous sensations that burnt deep into her soul. She could barely contain the desire, the bliss and delight that now constantly surged throughout her form, her face abandoned to the bliss, lost to the throng of euphoria that was endless and enchanting if not hypnotising
Fingers pressing, sliding back and forth, lightly entering the silken domain of her sex had erotic consequences for my young lover Kavitha, she purred like a kitten, soon began swaying, rocking back and forth, her hands clasping, holding the wall as she began to ride. Instincts took over, she knew what to do, how to enjoy this moment, to extract the pleasure, feel the vibrancy, to revel in its glory, as I languished one more kiss against her navel. She was in awe, encased by bliss, consumed by the revelation of desire and lust, her whole body was now akin to beacon, a beacon that couldn't get enough of the sensations that were being provoked upon her sensual form Murmurings of delight were similar to a chorus of an erotic song that only she knew the words to, her body continued to buzz and shimmer, her aching grew, lust ambushed her in sudden and violent attack that pleased her and only added to the desire that she already did feel.
Louder and louder the noises grew, passion amassed an army of lust just waiting for the signal to unleash all of its wondrous power. Hips swaying, rocking with more force, the orgasm waiting, nearing and being ready to rush and consume all of her. My fingers slipped deep into her warm silken mound, feeling the nub of her clit, the heated desire and moistness of her fleshy folds, she buckled slightly, knees giving way, wanting me to delve further into the tightness of her treasure trove, which of course I did. Breathing so deep, so erratic, her chest heaving, feet clamped to the floor, as my fingers slid back and forth, toying with nub of her clit, feeling the walls of her wet slit. Kavitha loved it, standing there, naked, her sex being touched, loved, her stomach kissed and licked, a body that ached with yearning and unspent desire, that soon we both knew would be realised.
Kavitha leant forwards, stretched back, head lolled in all directions, breasts thrust in and then out, body aching, yearning under a magnitude of delight, eyes closed, unable to open as lustfulness gripped and teased her. Noises that grew, echoed around us, which served only to fuel her desires, as the delights of hearing herself reach that point of climax, was it appeared a huge turn on in itself.
More and more the desire crept up on her, stealing her body, crushing her composure, forcing her into a spiral of pleasure, drilling her into the depths of submission to where she could not hold back the euphoria of this moment. Kavitha’s supple young body swayed now almost dramatically her chest heaved her nipple so erect, they almost hurt with the yearning. Her sex vibrantly alive, tingling with the rampant pulses of gratification, muscles clenched, heart pounding sweat pouring, she couldn't control herself, the orgasm came, a violent unequivocal shudder, a scream of utter delight as wave after wave of satisfaction consumed her. Kavitha’s juices, warm and sticky flowed like an endless river, gushing from within, coating my hands, trickling down fingers that sought to extract every last drop of her delightful juice. This was just the beginning of an empirical womanly love for Kavitha, her body went limp and she slides on to the cot where even more of the lovely experience was awaiting her. This was a narration of the standing posture alone and what happened on the cot is a separate story by itself. That all folks do remember to send in your comments & feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com
Yours Lovingly
JJ
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Wednesday, April 2, 2008
The queen of Gods
A JJ Submission:
Hi, there this is your JJ absolutely sorry for not posting the Sunday submission in time, but as the saying goes better late than never. This is a hot & horny stuff in relation to a Relationship Manager of private bank at Chennai Anna Nagar by the name Ojaswani married blessed with a baby girl two years old & she made sense to her name which means “Lustrous” Her husband Lokesh works as a Chartered Accountant in Bahrain she goes around in a Chevrolet. This character is best suited to be called the neighbor’s envy & owners pride in other words a real fuckin egoistic bitch. In case I had an opportunity to handle her I would sit naked on a sofa busy sipping my Kingfisher beer and would have hired a few bullies from the communist bloc countries to fuck her a double entry a cock in her mouth until she cries to stop men entering all her openings. Once it’s all over I will masturbate and get away without giving her a second look & leave after getting dressed.
Here we are to listen to what Ojaswani has to offer:
We lay in bed, our legs entwined. My left hand lightly stroking the soft skin of her back. I bent my head forward and softly kissed her forehead as she calmly slept. I could feel the soft velvet skin of our breasts pressed deliciously together and the slick wet folds of her pussy resting on my upper thigh. I listened to the rhythmic sighs of her breathing and felt her warm breath as it caressed my cheeks. A smile of bliss spread across my face as my right hand ran lovingly through her silky shoulder length hair. My left hand danced slowly down her back and then ran up the gentle flair of her full round hips. My lips moved forward to kiss her pert little nose and then the full softness of her upper lip. Her lips parted as she slept and I pressed mine to her in a soft wet kiss. Outside a cold wind roared past the window as we lay something the Chennaites never expected a stormy climate in the last week in the month of March.
Never before had I felt so alive, so complete, and so at one with myself. I wanted to caress her entire body, to run my hands over her tantalizingly soft skin, but instead I lay there in her sweet embrace. I wanted to kiss and suckle her big beautiful breast and to drink from the fountain of her soft folds, but instead I lay next to my sleeping beauty and enjoyed the serenity of the moment.
I had been lying here since the early hours of the morning drifting in and out of a semiconscious state unable attain a deep sleep because of the flood of emotions running through my body. I had made love to a woman for the very first time and it was the single most satisfying moment of my 20 years of fucking experience.
We had met at the bank where I work and she was a wealthy customer. My boss's instructions were to keep her happy because her accounts meant a lot to the bank. Everyday she came into the bank to take care of her finances, and everyday she waited for my window to clear. She was always so friendly and her warm smile sent chills through my body. I had never experienced a conscious attraction to another woman but I found myself drawn to her. She would compliment me on my hair or my clothes and I would thank her while looking into her deep black eyes. She would tell me I look beautiful and I would think that the only true beauty in the entire room was her. She was in her early forties with short hair and a full curvaceous body that made me drool with envy and desire. Her friendly disposition hid her enormous wealth and the stature she had in the community.
At night while I lay in bed with my husband when he’s here on leave my mind was filled with thoughts of her. I was intrigued and confused by my desire for her and I tried to brush it off as curiosity. It was probably due to the decline in my marital happiness, or was it the cause of it. My husband and I now rarely made love and I didn't miss it. Instead I longed to make love to Chandani the intoxicating woman customer. I would dress for work and wonder what she would think of this outfit or that. I bought new sexy clothes hoping to draw a compliment from the woman I desired, and she would always respond.
I cut my shoulder length hair short and stylish at her suggestion and her response set me afire. She reached across the counter and touched my cheek causing a rush of warmth to spread through my body. She told me the short hair showed off my beautiful face as her hand lightly stroked my soft hair. Then she asked if I would like to have dinner with her. I told her I would love to as a familiar tingle danced between my thighs. My nipples stiffened at the gentle caress of her hand as it accidentally brushed my breast on it's way across the counter. The rest of work was a blur as my mind spun a web of sensual thoughts and desires.
I rushed home after work to change my clothes and freshen up before our date. Is that what it was? Was I really going to Chandani's house for a date? A date with a beautiful woman I had lusted after for months. I felt like a young school girl getting ready for a dance. Not this outfit, too crumpy. Not that outfit, to casual. I finally settled on a blue sleeveless frock type dress that reached just about my knee with a short white jacket. I spread the outfit on the bed and ran a hot bath as I picked out a dark blue matching bra and panty set to wear. I called and left a message for my husband who had gone from Bahrain currently was in Chicago on business telling him I would be out late with a friend from work because he calls me everyday night and would be worried if I don’t answer. Then I called and asked my mother to watch Jyotsna my two year old daughter for the night.
I soaked in the hot tub for an hour trying to relax and settle the butterflies in my stomach. I carefully shaved my legs and trimmed my panty line. I climbed from the tub and toweled myself off while I imagined her gently caressing me. I freshened my sex with a cinnamon scent and picked out my favorite perfume before slipping the lingerie onto my smooth soft body. I dried and styled my hair trying for perfection for the woman of my dreams.
As I drove up the long private road to Chandani's house in the Belly area of Anna Nagar a thousand butterflies battled in my stomach. This was the point of no return I though as I rang the bell. Chandani opened the large oak door wearing an elegant long black dress with a low neckline and slits up each leg. She invited me in with a soft kiss on my cheek and I felt my face flush as she took my hand in hers and led me through the large hall cum dining room. She told me she had given the servants the night off and it was only the two of us. I felt a flow of moisture seep into my sex at the thought of being there alone with Chandani. She asked if I would like anything to drink and I wondered if it would help ease the nervousness I was feeling. I told her I would love a glass of wine or a bottle of lager beer if she had it. I watched her hips sway gently under the sleek black dress as she walked into the kitchen.
When she returned she placed the glass of wine of the table and sat beside me. Our thighs lightly touched as she took my hand in hers. I looked at her full red lips and longed to kiss them. She sensed my desire and moved her face to mine. Our lips slowly pressed together and I could taste the sweetness of her lipstick. My eyes closed and my lips parted begging her tongue to enter. Her hands gently held my face as we kissed softly, our passion building. Her tongue licked my lips and teeth before slipping through and dancing with mine. We kissed furiously like two teenagers as passion took over our bodies. Her hands slipped beneath my loose dress and softly rubbed my bare skin. My nipples hardened at her gentle touch and my own hands began to roam over her soft curves. I touched her bare back and then caressed her soft hair while we kissed passionately on the sofa in the hall.
The soft chime of a alarm interrupted us and let us know that the food was ready. We reluctantly broke our kiss and Chandani led me by the hand into the dining section. She served our dinner on fine china and we drank our wine from imported crystal as I gazed across the table into her beautiful eyes. Her foot slowly slid up my calf as we ate in blissful silence. I reached across the table and touched her hand softly causing her to smile brightly at me.
When we finished our meal Chandani walked around the table to me and helped me to my feet. She pulled me close and kissed me softly. Our bodies pressed tightly together and the soft flesh of our breasts squeezed tight. My arms went around her waist and I pulled her tighter wanting to become one. She kissed me hard our lips parting and our tongues entwined. She pulled her lips away and whispered softly in my ear "I want to make love to you. I have wanted this moment since I first saw your beautiful face and soft black deep set eyes. Let me take you upstairs and we can experience a night of passion and bliss."
I responded by kissing her forehead and I whispered "I want to be with you. I have never been with a woman before, but I have thought about this moment. I have dreamt about touching you and feeling your body on mine. Please take me upstairs. Make love to me. Let me feel the passion and the warmth of you next to me. Yes, please."
We entered the bedroom and Chandani turned to face me. Our lips met again in a passionate kiss while her hands slid my jacket from my arms. She slipped my dress off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor while we continued to kiss. I stepped out of the dress and began to undress the beautiful woman before me. I slid her dress from her soft round shoulders, and past the gentle flair of her hips until she stood before me in just a pair of black lace panties. I kissed her neck and ears while my hands explored her soft feminine curves. She led me to the bed and pressed me down before her as she knelt between my thighs. She lowered herself onto me and I felt her warm soft skin pressed against me. She began to kiss my face and then my neck. I let out a soft moan as her lips brushed the nape of my neck and then trailed down my body. She released my small firm breasts and began to suckle and nibble on my hard aching nipples. I moaned louder as she took the hard nub between her teeth and bit gently. My hands roamed over her back and rubbed her silken skin and she lovingly kissed one breast while her fingers moved lightly over the other. She paid loving attention to my breasts until she sensed my desire for more. She slowly kissed my belly and tongued my navel before settling between my thighs. She pulled my wet blue panties down over my hips and past my feet before holding them to her face. She inhaled my scent and the lewd act sent shivers through my body. She looked lovingly into my eyes as she lowered her beautiful face to my swollen mons. Her lips touched mine and I melted with passion. Her fingers spread my lips and her tongue slid deliciously along the outermost folds of my wet peach. My fingers ran through her soft hair as her mouth brought me to dizzying new heights. She ignored my clit for a long time, just licking deep into my hole and all around while she savored juices. My back arched and my hips bucked trying desperately to rub my aching clit. She knew I was ready now and her tongue attacked my clit like a thirsty kitten drinking milk. I let out a soft yelp at her first contact then settled into the wave of tingling sensations. She brought me to the edge of bliss before backing off causing me to go crazy with desire. Her tongue began to lick my clit again while she slowly inserted her fingers into my warm wet hole. Her tongue brought me closer and closer to climax. My body quivered as I approached the abyss and then as I reached the apex she slipped a finger in my rectum causing a flood of new feelings. My body went stiff then loose, and then stiff again. Wave upon wave of glorious climax shook through my body as I experienced the most fantastic orgasm of my entire life. She pumped her fingers into my two needy holes and ignored my hypersensitive clitoris bringing about another series of small tremors. My back arched, and my legs went rigid before the final ripple rolled past my toes.
Chandani kissed her way up my exhausted body and pressed her delicious curves on top of me. I kissed her lips tasting the familiar sweetness of my juices. I kissed her furiously as our tongues danced a passionate tango. Inspired by her kiss I rolled on top of her and began to explore her sensual body with my mouth and tongue. I lost myself in desire as I caressed and kissed her big beautiful breasts. They were full and soft and the nipples hardened with my touch. Her nipples were long and fat and I sucked on them like a baby. My mouth moved from one marvelous breast to the other nibbling on her swollen nipples while my hands caressed the rest of her fantastic body. She moaned my name and loving words of encouragement as I learned the art of pleasing her. My fingers roamed over her body while her hands ran sensually through my short black hair. I kissed my way down her luscious curves. She lifted her bottom so I could slid her panties past her full hips and down her firm milky thighs. I lay between her legs and inhaled her sweet scent. I looked at a woman's folds up close for the first time. Her lips were smooth and shaved and a small mat of fur rested just above her swollen clit. My fingers touched the soft wet flesh as I studied her beauty. I parted her lips with my fingers and lowered my tongue to taste her juices. They were sweet and tangy on my tongue like a combination of honey and a 9 volt battery. My tongue began to move around searching for more juices. Licking her outer lips and then around the outside of her warm swollen lips before sliding deep inside her juicy hole. I lost myself in the warm comfort of her sex as my lips attached themselves to her soft mons. My tongue started to stroke her hard little clit causing her to purr softly. I slipped a finger inside her while my tongue worked softly on her clit. Her fingers held my head steady while her hips moved slowly up and down in time with my tongue. Her breathing became labored as she approached climax. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm thighs against my cheeks as I lovingly kissed and sucked on her wanton pussy. She was getting close and began to moan my name and gentle word of encouragement. I was only a beginner but the feelings were so intense that it was as though I had been there a thousand times before. My tongue slid over her clit as my fingers rhythmically moved in and out of her wet warm hole. She began to shiver and quake before her body tensed. Chandani yelled out my name and let me know that she was cumming. I was rewarded with a flow of her tangy sweet juices as she experienced the sweet contractions of ecstasy. I continued to lick around her sensitive area but avoided her clit while searching for the final drops of her nector. Then I slithered up her gorgeous body and lay beside her. I nuzzled her neck and listened to the pounding of her heart slowly return to normal. I kissed her face and lips and thanked her for the most incredible experience.
"The fun has only begun my dear," she said as she kissed my eyelids tenderly.
"You mean there is more?" "Oh yes, so much more and we have the whole night to play." She said as her fingers began to roam over my body. She lightly touched my body and for over an hour we lay there just cuddling and caressing each other.
I felt the tingling in between my legs again as her lips met mine and we began to passionately kiss again. Her lips trailed down to my breasts again causing me to moan softly. She played with my nipples and squeezed my small round breasts while my eyes closed and I enjoyed the sensations. Her hands moved down to my soaking wet sex and she inserted a single finger. A flood of my juices released and ran down my thigh while her thumb stroked my still sensitive clit. She climbed between my legs and lowered her mouth to my slick folds as she slid a vibrator deep inside me. The tingling between my legs increased while her mouth worked on my clit. I began to climax quickly and repeatedly when her tongue touched my clit again. I bucked hard against her face and screamed out in pleasure as her middle finger penetrated my tight ass. Her tongue licked me while her vibrator and fingers put me past the point of sanity. The intensity of my climax caused me to black out for a brief moment and when I came to sense Chandani was kissing my face and lightly stroking my neck with her fingers. I reached up and kissed her lips my tongue forcing it's way past her teeth. Our tongues danced and played while our hands explored. Our legs entwined and I could feel my pussy rubbing against her thigh. We ground together while we kissed like teenagers until we both climaxed again and then we drifted off to sleep. My sleep was brief because I could not believe what I was feeling, so I just lay in her arms and smiled. That’s it folks its now time for your valuable comments and feedbacks to keep me going, going & going at seekcompany@gmail.com
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
Curiosity leads the cat to the pussy
A JJ Submission
Hi, hello & welcome to the paradise of lesbian sex. This is your one & only JJ waiting to give you a treat as nothing before. A reader wrote to me saying she had fingered herself and had four orgasms before she finished reading the last submission. “Lonely Lady” I only wish more & more women reach their orgasm as they read this submission. The feel is just terrific I am at loss of words to explain it. Well quickly getting back to business the below narration is concerned with a middle aged female Sheela who works as a physiotherapist in one of the private hospital in Chennai. The following is exotic drama which unfolds between Sheela & her colleague. So shall we take a dive into the vast ocean of lesbian sex?
I had never been with a woman before. The thought of it used to scare me. I guess, with age, sometimes a woman like myself can get curious. I've always liked to look at women and admire their beauty, but that's always as far as it got. I never thought of actually having real sex with another woman.
Until, a friend of mine who works along side me, approached, revealing her attraction to me. At first I was shocked. I didn't know what to say or how to react! At first, I put her off, by telling her that I was in NO WAY interested in having a sexual relationship with a woman. The subject was dropped for a while, but then, a couple months later she dashed off a mail to me again, telling me of her interest in me. Again, I wasn't sure how to react, but now she had me curios.
Since the first time she had brought up her feelings to me, I tried to imagine what it would be like to sleep with a woman. At first, the thought seemed really weird, but then I found myself getting turned on by the thought. Even when my husband was giving me oral sex, I would imagine that a woman was doing that to me, and I would get so hot. Now I was thinking about it all of the time! I couldn't get the thought of being with a woman out of my head! It was driving me nuts! I couldn't even concentrate at work!
Of course I told her that I was still very uncomfortable with the idea, and that I was very happy, sexually, with my husband...which is true. My husband is a pro in bed. He knows where to touch me to get me going. But, now the thought of her doing the things that my husband orally does, and me being able to do the same...really turned me on. The big problem was, that my husband had no clue of my curiosity. I was afraid to even tell him. In a way, I was embarrassed at the thought, that I was even considering it! So, I didn't tell him.
One afternoon Sunday afternoon, while my husband was at work, I invited her over to talk. At first, we were both a little bit uncomfortable. She didn't know what to expect from me, and I didn't know what to say to her. Finally, we started talking about other things, like work and our families and stuff. I started feeling a bit more at ease and more relaxed with the conversation. She could tell that I was losing my tension.
Somehow, the subject was brought up again. At first, I wanted to tell her that I couldn't do it...but then, I told her that I was a little bit curious. Her eyes lit up! She asked me if I wanted to talk about it. I told her that I was shy about it, and that I wasn't sure if it would be right to act on it, without my husband knowing...and that...I was also too scared to tell him. I wasn't sure what he'd think!
She then moved over to the leather sofa where I was sitting. She looked into my eyes without touching me, or saying a thing. I knew that I wanted her & I wanted her badly. I think she could see it in my eyes. She lightly brought her hand up to touch my face. I closed my eyes, feeling her caress my cheek. I didn't have to say anything to her. She knew that I was now willing. She then leaned over to my ear and whispered, "Are you sure?" I could feel her breath on my ear. I wanted to say yes, but I could only nod... and she kissed my ear. She then moved even closer to me, gently pulling my body towards hers. I felt her warm lips caress mine, and I kissed her back. I could feel the heat of her flow though me, as we kissed. I reached for her and she signaled for me to relax.
She pulled back and started unbuttoning my night dress. I watched her as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra and smiled up at me. I never looked at her this way...and her face was beautiful. She had soft light skin and long wavy beautiful black hair. Her eyes were a lovely shade of hazel, and she had long graceful eyelashes. Her lips were full, but not overdone. She pushed back my shirt and leaned towards me to kiss my breast. My breast tingled at the touch of her lips. She kissed it again, and then kissed the other. She again looked up into my eyes. Her look was seductive and sensual, her hazel eyes catching mine. She then circled my nipple with her tongue. I could feel her hot, moist breath on my skin as she caressed my nipple with her tongue and mouth. She took my nipple into her mouth and sucked it hungrily. My body was responding. I could feel the moisture welling up between my legs. She came up to kiss my lips again and then stood up before me.
She slowly pulled her salwar top up over her head and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were of medium to small in size, but very round and shapely. They looked almost perfect for the build of her body. She was thin with a nice curve to her body. Her skin was light and soft looking.
She then unbuttoned her jeans that she was wearing below and slid them down to the floor, revealing her fully to me. Her waist was delicate and her hips were gracefully in per portion to the rest of her body. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and touched the top of her breast. She looked like a goddess to me, with her graceful curves and glowing skin.
She signaled for me to come lay on the floor, so I did after ensuring the main door was locked also pulled on the window blinds. She then motioned for me not to do anything. "I wanted to show you how good it is", she said.
She leaned over me, breasts hanging over my belly, facing me. She kissed one of my breasts again, and drew her tongue down my ribs to my navel. She unbuttoned my night pants, kissing my navel with her lips and tongue. She gripped the top of my pants and slid then off of my body. Now I was naked before her. I was nervous, but I was anxious for what was about to happen. I could only imagine what it was going to be like. If only my husband knew what I was up to!
She then parted my legs with her hands. She kissed my stomach and licked around my waist. She caressed the inside of my thighs with her finger tips, while her nipples slid across my thighs. I was hot and wet. I had never been so excited. Not even with my husband! Maybe because it was so forbidden and daring.
She then slid her tongue over the top of my pubic hair and slowly towards the inside of my thighs. Her lips were hot and wet. I could feel her breath on my thighs. Then...she lightly kissed me where I was wet. She paused for a moment...then I could feel her tongue circling the outer rim of my pussy. I flinched and sighed in delight. My body arched and I felt my vaginal muscles lightly spasm. She proceeded to lick me lightly, teasing me with tickles of ecstasy. Then I felt her suck my clit and nibble me with her teeth. My legs twitched, as she sucked and slid her tongue inside of me. She then slid her finger in me a sucked on my clit at the same time, flicking her tongue in a way that made me twitch and real in delight. She twisted inside of me as I panted and moaned. My legs tightened and I could feel my insides begin to spasm. My inner wells came together over and over again, as I began to softly scream in with ecstasy. The orgasm came over and over as she burrowed her head into me, tongue flittering inside me. She braced me with her arms, around my thighs, bringing her fingers around to open me up for the taking.
I couldn't take it anymore and I screamed and panted for her to stop...but she wouldn't. She held me down as I scooted myself across the floor. She then put one hand across my belly and thrust three of her fingers deep inside of me, pumping me, and licking me as I dripped with wetness. She sucked it up my sweet juices, as I wiggled beneath her grip. She stopped for a moment, only to turn herself around to sit over my face. Again she nuzzled into my muff, licking it with desire.
I tried to contain myself enough, to set still to view what was presented before me. Her pussy was just inches from my face. I had never done this before, but I had fantasized about it. It smelled sweet, and was wet with excitement. She had shaved all of her hair off, so that she was bare. I was curious for a taste. I put my hands on her buttocks, and brought her closer. I took a light taste with my tongue...it was good, and she was soft. I licked her again, taking more of her in. I circled the rim of her with my tongue and kissed her pink lips. She moaned and I could feel her sigh breathe across my wetness. I shuttered at her touch, and she kissed my wetness again.
"Yes" she whispered, "That is how you do it. Keep doing it. Lick me like I'm licking you."
I did. I spun my tongue around her, pressing my lips to her. I burrowed my head into her, taking in her sweet juices. I nibbled her lips and flittered my tongue across her. She panted and moved her body gracefully over me, like a velvet snake. She grabbed my breasts and sucked on my nipple as and licked her with vigor. We were both panting and purring, like female cats in heat. I put my finger inside of her and moved it within her. She screamed with delight, pressing herself into my hand and over my face. I removed my fingers and ate her again, as she planted herself firmly over my face. I almost couldn't breath, but I didn't care. She tasted so sweet and her lips were so soft. All I wanted to do was devour her and please her. I could feel the muscles begin to spasm as she writhed to pleasure. Her wetness poured out, sweet and sticky. She rubbed into my face, sliding back and forth over my tongue.
Suddenly she stopped and turned herself around to face me. She passionately kissed my lips and pinched my breasts together as she gyrated her pussy over my leg. I took one of her breasts into my mouth and sucked it, then licking my way to the other one. Her hand pawed at my pussy, occasionally dipping her fingers deep into me, causing me to flutter. I came again and again, until finally we both collapsed breathless and quivering.
We laid there next to each other panting. I gazed over at her. She smiled back. I couldn't believe what we had just done. I could still feel my vaginal muscles spasming together, as we laid there. I didn't know that being with a woman would be so good. How would I explain this to my husband...or would I?
She propped herself up on one elbow and put her hand out to spin her finger lightly around one of my nipples. "I told you it would be great. I could tell that you loved it. You were so hot." And she was right. It was great. I knew that I would do this again & again it was no end but a new beginning in exploration of the feministic world of pleasure called lesbian sex. That’s all folks it time to send in your valuable feed backs & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com
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Sunday, March 23, 2008
Lonely Women
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A JJ Submission
Hi readers. This is your JJ, I feel happy to post a Sunday submission something which has been interrupted in the recent past. This is again is a lesbian story which revolves around a lonely women and her secrete desires. Once women reach the later side of 40’s she gets dumped in the society in which we currently live except for the odd adolescent guy who wants to screw a matured lady. Women have their own problems when it comes to sex. The narration below belongs to a Chennai woman who has all her wants fulfilled in terms of materialistic world, but then as mentioned above her hormones never stopped secreting and are driving her mad. Will be able to overcome the tormenting bodily requirements? Or will she a to the other ways of finding pleasures?
Driving home, Manjula thought about her aerobics class, her workout, and the new gym she had just joined, Fitness Today. A newly come up facility in the Anna Nagar east, she had hoped that by joining an exclusively female facility it would help her take her mind off of men. At 44 years old, and newly divorced from an extra martial affair, she needed to get her mind off of relationships, and men in general. Her affair had ended with a thud, and she couldn't help but feel unattractive, unwanted. Not that men didn't find her attractive; at 5'6", 68kgs, jet black shoulder-length hair, and a decent figure, men usually flirted with her, and she had her occasional masturbations sessions, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that she could look better. Her self-confidence was shaken, but she still needed men, wanted men. Just the thought of a gorgeous man aroused her. Manjula decided she needed a change, so joining an all-girl gym might help.
Fitness unit was a nice place, with helpful attendants, and excellent aerobics instructor. Bhoomika had made her feel comfortable on her first day, showing her around the facility, providing her with a locker, and explaining the complicated aerobics schedule. Manjula didn't know many women so helpful, and Bhoomika easily charmed her. Her body tight from years of intense aerobics, she seemed proud of her figure, and her self-confidence was evident.
Wearing a black panty and white tights, she paraded throughout the gym, introducing Manjula to several other women. Manjula had thought she would feel nervous coming here for the first time, but she was very relaxed, and surprisingly confident that she had made the right choice in selecting a gym. The tour lasted about ten minutes, and Bhoomika suggested Manjula change into her workout wear, as the intermediate class was getting ready to start. Back at the locker-room, Manjula quickly changed into her tights, tied her new aerobics shoes tight, and headed for the class.
She breezed through the workout, working up a good sweat. Her mind felt clear and alive, and back in the locker room, she was surprised to see so many women heading for the large public changing room. So many different girls, all sizes and shapes, stripping and happily showing their contours off. Manjula decided to just pack up her clothes and go home for a hot shower. It was only a fifteen-minute drive, and she could relax and take a long hot shower alone. A quick good-bye to Bhoomika, and she was out the front door, waving to the receptionist as she left.
As she drove, her mind kept wandering back to Bhoomika. She had a perfect picture of her in her mind's eyes, seeing her in that white tights, standing close to her. Manjula remembered staring at Bhoomika's chest, taking in the view of her hidden breasts, her lovely cleavage, and her faintly hard nipples. Manjula absentmindedly licked her lips, and, realizing she had done this, shook her head as if to shake that thought out of her mind. Only one more light, and then a quick left turn would see her home. Her hands gripped the wheel tight as she saw the light was still green, and she hoped to make it.
She brought the car to a slow stop as the light turned red, and now she waited. She became aware of the fabric of her tight workout dress against her own nipples; she never wore a bra. She didn't need to, as her breasts were small and tight. Manjula looked down to see her nipples as they formed small points against the material. A hot wave flashed through her body, and she moaned at the feeling. She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror, her eyes intense, and she licked her lips again. The traffic light flashed green, and soon she was pulling into her driveway.
Manjula lived in a gorgeous two-story house. When her husband had left her, she decided to stay in the house, and make the best of it. Manjula sat on her bed, taking off her shoes and socks. She stood before her full-length mirror, and gazed upon her body. She felt that same rush of pleasure again, and her nipples responded. Bhoomika again flashed into her mind; she couldn't help but peel off her workout dress. Manjula loved how she looked in just tights. She turned around, and looked over her shoulder at her butt and legs in the reflection. She could see the faint outline of her black panties under the white tights. Placing her thumbs into the waistband, she slowly pulled the tights down her legs, and stepped out of them.
She turned back to face the mirror, and gazed upon the reflection of her nearly nude body. Whips of dark pubic hair peeked out from the sides of her panties. Her lips parted as she saw the dark spot at her crotch; she knew at that moment that she had to masturbate. Once again, her vision of Bhoomika flashed into her mind. Manjula felt totally confused. She had never, ever, thought of women in this way. She had a few bi-sexual friends, but the thought of being with another woman had never interested her, until this very moment.
Her mind raced; she had always masturbated to the thoughts of naked men, with gorgeous bodies and hard cocks; chiseled men that would be hers. Bhoomika's body was now painted in her mind. It was a picture she couldn't erase, and she didn't want to. Her senses were coming alive; she could smell the faint aroma of sweat on her body, and it was enticing. Still standing in front of the mirror, she removed her panties, and sat back on the bed. The mirror continued to provide a view of her. Manjula spread her legs, and gazed at the sight of her pussy, her pubic hair still damp from the combination of sweat and sex.
She became aware of how hard her nipples were; she felt totally aroused, totally sexy. This was not like the usual masturbation session; in the past she had always had to work hard to achieve an orgasm. But today she seemed on the edge already. The sight of her own body making her shudder with excitement. Manjula ran her fingernails along the insides of her thighs; she imagined it was Bhoomika's hands doing this, not her own. Now the word "Bhoomika" escaped her lips. In one motion her fingers touched her lips, parting them, exposing her hard clit.
Manjula's upper body jerked forward, her eyes widening, her chest heaving. A stream of her wetness flowed from her pussy onto the bed, and her fingers were quick to retrieve it. She brought those fingers up to her mouth, slowly licked them clean, enjoying the taste of herself. Amazingly, she imagined that she tasted Bhoomika, and the fingers of her left hand began to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her ass and legs tightened as she enjoyed the feeling of making love to herself. She was past the point of no return; her sexual feelings now controlled her mind. Manjula thought of the locker room, the women wandering in a casual fashion.
How she now wished she had gone with them & spent more time. Now her right hand joined her left in pleasuring her clit, two pairs of thumbs and forefingers squeezing, rubbing, rotating. Her legs instinctively spread wider, extending out in the open, toes pointed. Manjula's body swayed as she fought desperately to prolong her pleasure. She could see Bhoomika, feel her, and taste her. Her stomach tightened, and she forced her eyes to focus on her reflection. Manjula could resist her feelings no longer; with one last enduring movement, she pinched her clit madly, and a loud groan seemed to flow from all parts of her body. The orgasm gripped her tightly, ripping through her from head to toe. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the unbelievable pleasure coursing through her, centering on her pussy. Loud moans escaped her, as wave after wave of pleasure wreaked havoc on her.
She fell back onto the bed, her hips grinding into her fingers, her feet on the bedrail supporting her body weight. Manjula arched her back high, cupping her crotch with both hands, and then she collapsed back onto the bed, breathing deeply. Still groggy, she became aware of the sweat dripping from her forehead, from her armpits, from between her breasts and stomach. More visions of Bhoomika ran through her mind like some kind of private slide-show. Manjula finally released her grip on her pussy, and she pushed herself up to a sitting position. She looked at herself in the mirror again, and the erotic nature of the entire experience overwhelmed her. She suddenly felt strong, confident, and mentally aware of her experience.
Manjula stepped into her huge double shower off of her bedroom, and stepped under the now warming water. She reflected on her feelings. "Am I that attracted to other women?", she thought. Her feelings could not be denied; she could not get the thought of Bhoomika out of her mind.
Manjula quickly dressed and did her make-up. It was only 5:00 p.m. on a Friday evening, and the entire city seemed to await her. She felt very bold, very defiant. Tonight she would explore her new feelings. It was time to forget about the past, and look to the future. Manjula locked her front door behind her. She stepped into her Ford, cranked up the engine, and sped out into a new world. Scribble a few line as you would always do to keep me encouraged & keep posting more and more………seekcompany@gmail.com
Yours Lovingly
JJ
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Friday, March 21, 2008
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Hello readers, a mid week submission form your beloved JJ. Friday 21st March gloomy sky over Chennai weather forecast had predicted thundershowers for major parts of South Tamil Nadu. A thunder shower in the month of March in Chennai was not expected by a single soul. Good Friday was definitely on the holiday’s list for all the software call center & BOP’s. The chill weather makes even the impotent to think of sex it will be even hornier when it is a holiday. Chennai Thiruvellore highway a few kilometers away from the Ambattur industrial estate & on a newly developed area was a 2 bedroom luxurious flat with all modern amenities including a bathtub.
Friday day morning…..Eshani awoke to the sound of the birds chirping outside her bedroom window. Her alarm clock read 10:00am She could remember the dream she was having as she had awoken and it had caused the most intense sensations to run through her body and she awoke sweating. Eshani always slept naked and so, as she lay there staring at the ceiling, seeing not the ceiling itself, but the memory of the dream, she moved a hand down to her moist mound and massaged her clit while trying to remember the facts of the dream.
Her arousal was clear, as her finger dipped into the soft folds of her intimate skin, she found herself dripping on the sheet. ‘wow’, she thought….. ‘some dream….’ And she continued rubbing her swollen clit. Not one for instant gratification, Eshani stopped what she was doing and let her body revel in the feeling of being so turned on that she could barely lift herself from the bed. Finally, she headed for the shower and ran the water until it was warm and inviting in contrast to the chill of the morning.
Stepping into the shower, she pulled the curtain and picked up the soap that Janani had bought her as birthday gift from US the last time Jan. It was shaped like a dick and was about the same size as her dildo. She thought about the coming hours, when Janani would be arriving home after a long absence from the US. She had missed her so much. Eshani could not wait to fall into Janani’s arms and make love. After weeks without each other it would be wonderful to feel Janani’s hands on her body again and have their legs entwined as the morning rolled toward them after a long night of passion.
Eshani felt the water run down her body and trickle away as she stood under the warm shower head. The soap, still in her hand, she began massaging herself between her legs, feeling that intense hotness build up within her again. This feeling was not going to go away so easily. She had spent the last few weeks feeling horny just about every minute in anticipation of Janani’s return and she knew she had to do something about it this morning.
‘Tonight’, she thought, ‘I am going to cum like I have never cum before, at the hands of my love’…. Eshani moved the soap directly to her clit and began rubbing it, firmly. Her knees were turning to jelly and she felt her orgasm building. Again, she stopped herself just in time. She wanted to savour every moment of the intensity it created in her. She washed herself all over and turning the shower off, stepped out and reached on to the heated towel rail for her bath robe. She slipped it on and went back into the bedroom to dry her hair.
Good Friday, late afternoon………..Eshani glanced at the clock in anticipation and excitement. It was drawing toward evening and she had spent the day doing her nails, shaving her legs and getting herself ready for Janani. Ready for her love and ready for whatever Janani had planned.
She would have some food ready in case Janani wanted to eat when she got home. She prepared a salad for them both and put it in the crisper section of the fridge. A bottle of Bacardi was chilling on the bottom shelf. Eshani recalled the first time that Janani has kissed her with a mouth full of Bacardi. The chill of the rum and the warmth of Janani’s tongue as their mouths mingled gave Eshani the sweetest of sensations through her body. Tiny shocks of electricity rolled over her skin and her clit stood to attention along with her nipples. ‘Sweet memories, my Janani’ she thought.
Friday evening…………..Eshani decided not to bother dressing. There was no point if she was going to keep her clothes on for only minutes after Janani’s arrival. She slipped a bath robe on and sat down at the table and had a light supper at around 7 and waited for the mobile to ring. No sooner had she finished eating when the ringer on the mobile started its familiar tone she had left it on the bed and she dashed to the bedroom. “Hello?” Said Eshani.
“Are you alone?” Said the deep voice, in an almost suggestive manner. She knew it was Janani. She also knew that she had to play long with whatever Janani did.
“I am alone, yes.” Eshani replied obediently.
“Are you wearing clothes?” asked the voice.
“Just my robe” said Eshani, truthfully.
“Take it off.” Said the voice and it waited silently, listening to the sound of Eshani removing the towelling robe form her body….. “Done” said Eshani.
“Good, my pretty. Now, get into bed, turn off the lights and wait…….oh and one more thing…….don’t touch yourself. You are not to cum until I tell you.”
Before Eshani could speak, she heard a click as the phone was hung up. Slightly perturbed by this, she was suddenly flustered. ‘Charming’, she thought….. ‘She couldn’t even say she had missed me’, but as she thought those words, she knew that whatever Janani was planning it would be worth the wait.
9pm Friday night………Still nothing. Eshani watched TV as she laid in bed waiting for Janani. The TV was low, though clearly audible but Eshani was just staring blankly at it. Her eyes started to feel heavy and her body began to relax as she drifted into semi sleep. She drifted deeper as the sound of a chat show bellowed quietly in the background. Presently, she was asleep, dreaming that same dream she had the night before. Janani was there. They were making love. Janani was straddled over Eshani, and there was a double ended dildo joining them……Eshani was getting very seduced by the dream and her sleeping state was aroused rather suddenly by a creaking sound.
Eshani opened her eyes in the darkness. As she readjusted her vision to the light of the TV, she saw her bedroom door had been opened. Standing in the doorway was Janani. She was not smiling, but had on her face a sort of satisfied look. Eshani was about to jump up from the bed and throw her arms around Janani, when Janani raised a hand to prevent the motion. Somewhat confused, Eshani played along and sat back down on the bed, facing the door. Janani stared at her nakedness. Her body glistening in the silver blue light of the TV. Slowly, without taking her eyes from Eshani’s, Janani closed the door. Eshani watched as Janani turned back toward her and stared open mouthed at what vision beheld her. Janani was dressed in a long black leather overcoat, black leather jeans and a black boots with mock stirrups on them. Around her neck was a black woollen scarf. Eshani was breathless. Breathless and very turned on. She would have given anything for Janani to have taken her there and then without another word, but Janani simply stood there. For what seemed like an age Eshani waited for Janani to speak or even move, but Janani just stared. Finally, she broke the silence…… “Hello, my pretty”
Eshani pondered for a second. Should she just say “Hi, honey, welcome home” or should she be more…..into the role? Finally, lowering her eyes a little, “Good evening, Janani” she said, almost proud of her own self restraint. Janani smiled a very wry smile and raised a forefinger to her lips, indicating to Eshani, that words were no longer appropriate. Eshani obeyed again, without remonstrance.
Janani approached the bed and stood directly in front of Eshani, observing her naked frame, lustfully. Janani removed the scarf from around her neck and placed it around Eshani’s. It was cold from the chill of the night and Eshani’s body reacted with goose bumps. This sent a shock straight to her exposed nipples and Janani smiled at the reaction. Eshani watched as her nipples hardened and she looked up into Janani’s face. She could see a longing in her eyes that matched her own. She loved this game and yet, at the same time she wanted it to be over so that they could make sweet love.
Still holding the scarf clasped in her hands, Janani tugged it so that Eshani’s body tilted forward and their faces almost met. Eshani closed her eyes, expecting a soft sensuous kiss, but none came……. All she could feel was Janani’s warm breath on her face as Janani continued staring into her. She could feel the subtle mixture of her warmth against the cold night air, that Janani had brought in, as they blended. She opened her eyes a little and saw such an intense look on Janani’s face that she almost gave up the game and grabbed her there and then. Something stopped her, however and she waited for Janani to make her move.
Janani suddenly pulled the scarf tighter toward her until their lips met in such a hard kiss that Eshani had to catch her breath. The kiss was firm, passionate and searching. Finally, Janani pulled away and stared again at Eshani’s naked form. She still said nothing, but motioned Eshani to open her legs. Eshani obliged, parting her thighs wide, so that Janani could see her wetness. She slid a hand down to Eshani’s hardened nipple and tweaked it between her thumb and forefinger until she heard her draw a sharp breath and let out a deep sigh. Janani felt Eshani tremble and she moved closer to her, until the intoxicating smell of new leather bewitched Eshani’s nostrils. “You like the leather coat, my sweet?” Asked Janani, after what seemed like an age of silence.
Eshani took a deep breath again, inhaling the scent of leather and the scent that was Janani. Janani lowered her hand from Eshani’s nipple and glided it down the front of her lowering still until she reached the wet mound of Eshani. She dipped a finger into the sweet wetness and pushed it inside, deep, lowering her own body as she reached further into her lover’s opening. Janani felt her lovers arms reach out and grab the leather coat sleeves to steady herself and as she did so, Janani withdrew. “You have been very good today, My sweet. You have waited for me.”
Eshani’s look of frustration was fodder for Janani. She revelled in the feeling of control over her lover. “You don’t want to cum just yet, my sweet”, whispered Janani, deep into Eshani’s ear……..her warm breath sending chills down Eshani’s spine and right to her wet pussy.
Janani looked down at her leather jeans and then stared back up to her lovers eyes. “Take them off”, she commanded and Eshani reached eagerly for the belt buckle and began loosening it. She did this with skill and speed and soon the jeans were undone and Eshani was tugging them down toward Janani’s hips. As she did so, she noticed something inside the jeans that felt like a dick…..a hard dick. Eshani grinned up at Janani, who smiled back. The jeans were tugged to the floor and Eshani was aware that underneath, there was no underwear, just the strap on dildo that Janani wore. Her grin widened and the look of anticipation on her face was hard to hide. Janani regarded Eshani silently and then, “Undress me” she commanded again, to which Eshani quickly began removing Janani’s coat. She laid it over the chair and proceeded to take off Janani’s boots. Revealing Janani’s small, tanned and well formed breasts. Eshani’s hands reached to roam the stiffened nubs of Janani’s nipples, only to feel hands grab her wrists and pull them away again….. “I said undress me, not touch me”
Eshani regained her composure and returned to undressing Janani without another word. When Janani was standing in front of Eshani, naked but for the strap-on dildo, she leant forward and pushed Eshani backward, onto the bed and climbed on top of her, straddling Eshani’s thighs so that the dildo was resting against the top of her pubic hair. Janani watched Eshani lie back and breath in the scent of them both and smile.
Janani let her hands wander over Eshani’s silken torso, tweaking each nipple as her fingers passed over the sensitive areas. She leant down and took Eshani’s right nipple into her mouth, sucking hard and deep, circling the nipple with her tongue and biting gently on it. She leant back again after a short time and slipped her knees in between Eshani’s waiting thighs. She regarded Eshani’s moist mound, running her fingers so gently over it that Eshani’s body arched in eagerness. She slipped a finger straight into Eshani’s wet pussy lips and felt it slide all the way up to the hilt, with such ease. She slipped it out again and then replaced it with two fingers, which slid in just as easily. Eshani let out an involuntary groan, deep from within her throat and Janani watched her closely as she eased her fingers in and out of Eshani’s soaked mound in a rhythmical motion. “Do not cum until you are told to,” ordered Janani, quietly.
No other words passed between them and Eshani had gone way past the point of caring for the moment. No doubt later would be different and they would lie in each others arms as they slept. However, this was happening now and Eshani wanted nothing more than to feel Janani’s fingers pumping into her, bringing her so close to that bodily explosion of a sweet orgasm. This moment that she had been waiting so many weeks for and she was going to savour every lasting second of her lovers fingers inside her.
Janani withdrew her fingers almost the moment Eshani thought that. As though she could read what Eshani was thinking. Her orgasm was so close that she thought she might scream if Janani didn’t let her cum soon, but Janani did not heed Eshani’s cries of frustration as she sat up once again, away from her slightly. Eshani looked on as Janani repositioned herself at her side. Then, with an adept flip, she turn Eshani on to her front. She helped her to her knees until her bare ass was in the air, her face buried in the pillow and her large full breasts swung free below her.. Then, she ran a finger underneath Eshani’s crotch and slid it the length of her hot wet slit. Eshani’s breath caught in her throat again and Janani smiled.
Then, Janani embarked upon something she and Eshani had never even talked about, let alone tried. She ran her finger along the length of Eshani’s slit again and carried on all the way up to the crack of her ass…….there, stopping and savouring the feel of her anal opening. Janani’s fingers were still wet from Eshani’s slit and she slid one wet finger straight into her anal passage and felt the tightness as Eshani bucked against her. She thought she might protest, but was surprised that she did nothing but groan to say that she enjoyed the experience. She slid her finger deep into her and then out again and in again, rhythmically. Her other hand reached down and she dipped two fingers into Eshani’s now dripping pussy and then pointed the dildo up to her opening. It slid inside with ease and soon Janani was pumping away at Eshani’s pussy, driving that dildo into her right up to the hilt at the same speed her finger worked on Eshani’s ass. It was a thick dildo, of about 5 inches around and at first she was not sure if Eshani could have taken it, but take it, she did and with relish! Janani smiled a private triumphant smile whilst Eshani had her face buried in the pillow. Soon, as she could feel the onset of Eshani’s orgasm as it built to its breathtaking crescendo…….Janani stopped pumping and took the dildo out. Then, she hovered the tip of it at the opening of Eshani’s sopping pussy once more and teetered it there for a time until she heard her lovers muffled cry of “Please….?”
Janani rammed the dildo straight back into her lovers wetness and slid a wet finger straight into her ass hole and probed deeply so she could feel the hardness of the dildo through the thin membrane inside Eshani. She pumped firmly for only a few moments and was then aware of how close she, herself was to cumming. She heard Eshani’s muffled pleas and stopped. “you wish to cum now, My pretty?” whispered Janani. “Yessssss, pleeeease…?” came Eshani’a answer. “Then, cum for me my pretty, Cum for me now!” It took no more than that to free Eshani and she screamed aloud and her cries of passion and her orgasm gushed through her body like a tidal wave of warm water and electricity. Her body bucked and writhed as she rode the wave and Janani let herself cum at that moment, allowing her own orgasm to encompass her body. They writhed and moaned together as they rode the waves until slowly, very slowly, Eshani began to calm as Janani pushed the dildo and her finger further into Eshani’s pulsating body. When the wave had passed over them both, Janani laid on her back as Eshani flopped onto her side, exhausted.
They lay silent for a few moments, each recovering their breath and regarding one another silently. Eshani had the most intense feeling as she lay there. She had never known love like this before and this was the most beautiful feeling she had ever known. She stared at Janani, lying naked, save for the strap-on and she leant over to her, placed a gentle kiss on her nipple and whispered, “welcome home, honey” and then took the nipple into her mouth. Janani laid back and whispered “It’s great to be home again, honey.” Then, not forgetting the game said, “You may please me now, My pretty.” And it’s all over for the day send in your comments & feedbacks to seekcompany@gmail.com
Yours Lovingly
JJ
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