Sydney and Thalia

Guest blogger Lexi writes about an attraction that can't be denied:

Sydney never considered herself a lesbian, even bi-curious. Maybe it was Thalia’s androgyny. Maybe it was her insistence. Maybe it was the way she looked at her like she was starving every time their eyes met.

But part of it... most of it, in fact, …was the sex.

Long after their attempt at monogamy ended, their trysts continued. Neither of them could get enough. As women, they knew exactly what women wanted... and how to stimulate just the right places at the right times. Sydney could only reason that it was a woman's innate knowledge of how another woman's body operated that allowed the two of them to achieve earth shattering multiple orgasms ... Every. Single. Time.

When Thalia texted her, there was always an insistence.

“Come get me when you’re free.”

Unlike a man, everything about her was soft. So the aggressive, brusque passion Sydney experienced with a man was replaced with an equally powerful sensuality that naturally permeates within a woman. Thalia’s skin was soft as her hands ran up Sydney’s ribcage to cup her breasts briefly before giving her a ravenous kiss and pulling her shirt over her head.

She showered soft kisses along Sydney’s neck, from earlobe to clavicle, gently embracing her waist as her lips traveled south to her navel. Goosebumps rose on Sydney’s skin in anticipation when Thalia looked up at her through her eyelashes. She deftly released the button on her jeans with one hand and leaned down to kiss the sensitive spot on Sydneys hip, close enough to her pubis to make her muscles clench. Thalia hooked her fingers into Syd's jeans and panties and swiftly forced them both down and off her feet.

Wearing only a blue silk bra, Sydney lay exposed under Thalia, who looked upon her body as one would look upon Aphrodite. Lust crackled in the air like electricity between them. Almost entranced, Thalia's fingers slid between Sydney’s legs, immediately finding her wet and swollen clit. Sydney released a sigh of relief as her head tipped back and her hips lifted in response to the touch she came to relish.

Thalia circled her bud with skillful fingers, occasionally leaning down to suck softly, coaxing Syd’s body into her own before inserting two fingers inside her. Syd was ready for this; she moaned and moved into her, begging for release already. Thalia paused, her fingers still buried inside Syd’s softness. Her free hand grabbed Sydney’s forearm and gently pulled, suggesting she straddle her. Sydney looked into her eyes, excitedly biting her lip. With a smirk, Thalia began a rapid come hither motion, catching Syd completely off guard.

“Oh fuck” Syd breathed. She threw her leg across Thalia's groin and ground her pussy against her hand. Thalia took Syd's nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, gently twisting her other nipple between her fingers. Syd was lost in ecstasy, writhing against the exquisite friction of bodies and Thalia's relentless stroking of her sweetest spot. The combination sent her over the edge. She was coming apart as Thalia released her, pressed her body down into the seat, and ravenously pushed her knees to either side, wrapping her body underneath Sydney. Abruptly she pounded her fingers into Syd's pussy and pumped, stroking and tapping her g spot each time. She pressed on Sydney's mound as she sucked and licked tight circles around her clit, feeling her core tighten with her mounting orgasm.

Sydney came with a scream, sweat covering her in a sheen across her body. She convulsed as the orgasms rippled through her being; Thalia coaxing and milking her body for its entirety. There was never an abrupt stop, making it all the more savory as she took her lovers' body to the brink, and tenderly cajoled her back. So unlike a man, but oh so satisfying.

 

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Dangerous Pleasures

A submission from a new reader... thanks to K for her work on this:

Dangerous Pleasures

Something about the affirmation, and the risk, and the convergence of male and female energy made her yearn for new male encounters… The static in the air from sexual attraction, and the ignition of a flame when new bodies touched... Everything was new; every kiss, every drop of sweat, every hitched breath was charming – and the risk of mundaneity was null when you commit to non-commitment.

There is something inherently macabre about lovers meeting anonymously; placing trust in photographs and text messages, but finding solace in the fact that they’re temporary, and the enraptured payoff always worthwhile. This is the preference when you are a collector of experiences, and an addict for euphoria.

There was no use for names when she opened the door in her silken thigh length robe. They both knew the arrangement. He was beautiful; a picture of male physique: Broad shouldered, clean shaven, and outwardly confident. She had to wonder how she ever landed this deal; but in truth it was easy…

The drive toward mutual need.

As soon as they were behind closed doors, passion erupted from silence. He embraced her, heat emanating through layers of silk and cotton. As they kissed and familiarized themselves with each other’s bodies, he pulled her robe down over her shoulders and exposed her taut, perky breasts. She felt her nipples, stiffened by arousal, press against the firmness of his chest. He grabbed a fist of her hair at the nape of her neck and kissed her with seductive force. Her vision blurred from the intensity with which the encounter began; she felt tipsy with heady arousal.

Guiding her backward by her hair, he led her to the edge of the bed. Untying her robe, he grazed his thumb over her breasts, giving each nipple sensuous flicks of his tongue. She moans, moist from the aggressive hold on her hair and the sharp sensation of his tongue on her breasts. She needs him inside her. Such a primal need, she squirms against his hardened cock, still enveloped by denim. She feels him throb between her thighs, confirming his desire for her body, for his release.

When he releases her to use both his hands to grasp her hips, she frees herself from the sleeves of the robe, allowing the dim light to cast shadows on her full body. He relishes its newness to him, and stares wide eyed as his lips play into a smirk. When he pulls her to him she catches the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing the concrete slab of perfectly smooth muscle underneath. She starts a light trail of kisses from his left shoulder, down his collarbone and up the side of his neck before gently tugging his earlobe with her teeth. She is brazen now... teasing him with her tongue as she presses her breasts into him and uses her deft fingers to free his belt and then the button fly of his jeans, releasing his throbbing, perfect cock.

As she strokes, she clasps the back of his neck with her free hand, challenging his dominance and looking him in the eyes. His fingers  digging into her hips now; his breath catching as he bites down on his lower lip to will himself to last longer. With a brusque kiss, he drops his jeans and effortlessly lifts her up and onto the bed. Placing one hand on her clavicle, she obligingly arches back, offering an erotic view of her breasts and sex. Still standing, he pulls her to him with his free hand and places his member on her cleft. She is wet, anxious for the release he will give her. He strokes her swollen clit with his cock, making her moan and arch toward him. His hand locked on her throat, making blood rush to her head and send the room into a haze.

Her legs were already shaking in anticipation when he slammed his rock hard cock into her. It was a delectable fullness, with just the right edge of pain. She felt complete when connected so intimately; able to give and receive freely what each wanted so badly. She felt him stroke every hidden bundle of nerves deep inside her. He pounded into her ruthlessly, one hand gripping her hip so tightly she was sure to bruise, the other hand gripped on her throat. She was coming undone…her wetness providing perfect motivation for him to continue. She played with herself for his hungry eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted to see. Circling her clit and gently tugging on her nipples, orgasms were rippling through her body. She could barely hear his moans and animalistic growls as she found her release. This was her nirvana.

He pulled out in time for her to take him in her mouth and milk him completely. She circled her tongue around the head and grasped his balls in her hand. His legs quaked as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and filled her mouth with hot cum. She was thirsty for him in a way he had not experienced with another woman, and it sent him over the edge.

With sighs and gentle moans of ecstasy, they lay together embraced for the last few moments of their encounter, enjoying the silence of anonymity and mutual pleasure and warmth of bare skin on bare skin.

They both knew they would likely never speak again - in fact, had never actually spoken, and the understanding provided a comfortable parting. One last kiss at the door, for gratitude, for memories’ sake, and for trust, and he was gone.