Monday, September 25, 2017

Short Story: And You're Welcome

I propped my head upwards and laid on my side, watching you as you laid on my pillow, sound asleep, probably too tired from what we've done together tonight. I observed as each breath of air entered and exited you, your breasts rising and falling under the light of the rising sun, the dim light illuminating your nakedness.

I raised my hand to stroke your hair, soft and thin, much unlike my own thick and wavy hair. You did not stir, and you seem like a statue, a mannequin for me to appreciate to my heart's content. Your face was warm to the touch of my cold hands, the residue of a blusher put on by unskilled hands. Yet there was a beauty there, a beauty in imperfection, one that reminded me of my youth and innocence so very long ago.

I leaned in to take in the scent of your shampoo, the floral scent delightful to my nose, a warm and homely smell that laid on my pillow. I sunk my head into your hair, each breath deeper than the last, as if I was trying to breathe you into me.

My hand continued to caress you lightly, holding your head in my hands, protectively. I followed the curve of your cheekbones to come to the nape of your neck, brushing my thumb against your jawline as I went lower.

I planted a kiss on your forehead, and yet you did not stir, save for the rising and falling of your chest within each breath of air you take.

My hands reached your collarbone, which was visible under your skin due to how skinny you were. It seemed a little absurd, really, that despite how skinny you were, you had shapely round breasts. Not as big as other girls, I suppose, yet they were large for someone as slim as you were. Better yet, they moulded perfectly into my hands, which I just did.

I felt the soft and tender flesh under my fingertips, and my hand followed up and down with each time you inhaled and exhaled. With the stimulation, I felt your body shift a little, perhaps you were at the edge of coming back to reality.

I propped myself up, lowering my head to your breasts. I let my long hair fall on you, the tips grazing against your skin as I went lower. I looked up close at your nipples, a pair of protrusions that looked almost different in almost every girl, as far as I know. Yet all of them reacted the same way, this I know.

Bringing my lips to your breasts, I stuck out my tongue and gave your nipple a lick, tasting you, taking in your feminine scent. I lowered my mouth to cover your nipple, swirling the brown tip in my mouth with my tongue, gently and slowly, much unlike how guys would often turn into savages when they do so. After all, I'm not in a rush, and your pleasure is all mine.

I hear your moan rumble through your chest with my mouth upon your breasts, an unsure squeak, a gentle whimper. I teased you a little with my tongue, going up and down your nipple, flicking it within my mouth. I gave your nipple a gentle suction, all while moving my hands all over your torso, slowly rousing you.

I feel your hands on my head, unsure hands that patted my hair. I turned my head upwards, gazing past my fringe at your puppy eyes looking down right at me. You smiled a weak smile to say good morning, and I simply smiled back in reply, because no words were needed.

I returned to my task at hand, leaving a trail of kisses around your breasts, slowly moving back upwards. I held your soft mounds in my hands, massaging them, from time to time giving your nipples the much-needed attention.

I kissed my way upwards to your neck, leaving suction across your bare skin. You arched your back and moaned from the sensation, my soft lips upon your sensitive region. I twiddled your hardening nipples, feeling your heart beat fast against my body.

With my knee, I felt for the region between your legs. In an effort to intensify your arousal, I pressed against you, allowing you to grind your vagina against my thighs. I felt the moistness of your arousal, the wetness spreading across my leg.

I broke away from kissing your neck to admire you once more, observing how you just lay there with expectant eyes, your breasts heaving with each quickened breath of air that rushed through you. Your cheeks were flush, forehead glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Most of all, you looked young and demure, a look I appreciated. Somehow, it felt like I was taking away your virginity, your very first love.

I got up and proceeded to the kitchen, still fully in the nude. Most of my family members don’t wake up till past 9am anyway, and the sky is only just lightening up to the morning sun. I placed a frying pan on the stove and turned on the heat, drizzling a bit of olive oil onto the pan. Breakfast for two, it seems.

You came after me, standing in the doorway, wearing my shirt from the night before. While it may be more of a girlfriend tee than a boyfriend tee, I felt that it still looked cute. Oh how you must have marvelled at how confident I was naked, watching as I hurried around the kitchen. I cracked eggs into two distinct sides of the pan and turned the fire low, letting the eggs slowly cook.

I went over to you, as naked as I was, and hugged you around your waist. I gave you a light peck on your lips, savouring your sweet morning breath. Easily, I lifted you and pushed you against the countertop beside my stove. Well, I guess I can have a little breakfast appetiser. I smiled as I went down on you once more, my hands spreading apart your thighs upon my countertop.

You shut your eyes in anticipation, letting me do what I wanted to do. It felt like you were a willing pet, obedient to my wordless commands. I bent forward, my hair grazing your inner thighs, causing you to sigh breathlessly above me, enjoying the sensation of me between your legs.

I lifted my own shirt high enough to bare your bellybutton, viewing your private mounds and the untamed patch of hair above your lady parts. I placed my cheek against your belly, feeling you tense up beside me, not knowing what I would do next.

The eggs continued to sizzle even as a different form of heat filled the kitchen, the aroma of cooked eggs and your arousal mixed together in one. I kissed downwards and you leaned back, exposing more of your vagina to me, your vulnerability and most treasured possession, one which I owned just overnight.

Your lips were already moist in expectation, your clit poking out a little, screaming for my attention. My tongue went onto your vagina lips, going from one side to the other, licking up and down, up and down, and up and down again. I taste you on my tongue, your sweet innocence, a sweet delight to me.

I feel your breathing get quicker above me, yet I had to distract myself once more. I moved myself to the pan, flipping both omelettes, looking at you all the while. How adorable and lovely you looked, like a little flower sitting upon my kitchen countertop. Your cute eyes staring right at me with longing, longing for me to hold you, to make you mine.

Easily, I flipped both eggs onto plates that I set aside earlier, and I returned to you once more. You tried to hold my face in your hands, as romantically and as sensually as I have held you so many times before that night. I knew, deep within, that the touch of a girl like me would be so much different from all the guys that you have had, their roughness, the selfishness, their need for ego and satisfaction and sex, more often than not leaving us girls unsatisfied.

I held you again, and you leaned onto my shoulder, hugging me tightly like a little girl, as if I would leave at any moment. I smiled, a smile that you could not see, but I felt bliss in that moment. I slithered my hand downwards to your vagina once more, feeling your moist privates.

I slipped my fingers into you, feeling your tender flesh and soft insides. I thought you couldn’t hold me tighter, but you did as I started to move my fingers inside you, swirling and bending my finger in the ‘come here’ sign, massaging your sweet and sensitive spots. You moaned beside me ear, a sound that I have come to get used to during the night of love making.

Faster and faster my fingers went, and then I felt it. Your tightening insides and a warm gush of liquid hitting the palm of my right hand. I felt your body tense up and your weight fell upon me to support, as you lost control of your muscles. You stopped breathing for a moment as you feel the ecstasy flow through you, the first orgasm of the morning.

I left my fingers within you, feeling the spasms come and go inside, till it subsided to a mild throbbing within. I held you at arm’s length and smiled at you, my usual warm smile. I eased you into the wooden chair that sat beside my dining table, allowing you to catch your breath as I served you your breakfast and a cup of warm milk to chase the cold of the night away. Not that it was cold last night though.

Beside the well-done omelettes that were beside you, you look kind of dishevelled, your hair in a mess and your breaths still coming short. Yet you looked at me, your eyes seemingly in a trance, a look of a lost puppy, now found and well-loved. Despite the tiredness of the night and the intensity of the orgasm that I just delivered to you, I feel that you still look beautiful.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Short Story: Its My Pleasure

As we entered the dark house at about 4am in the morning, I cannot help but be amazed at the tidiness of the house. Not an item seemed to be out of place, the cushions on the sofa were set perfectly straight, the floor was sparkingly clean. I felt the smooth marble flooring of your living floor as you guided me into the depths of your house, passing by closed doors.

Your room was just like the rest of the house; neat, tidy, everything arranged almost clinically. You sat me down on your bed and asked if I would like something to drink after the long night. I nodded, and you left for the kitchen, leaving ne to marvel at how your room depicted your meticulousness. You returned with a cup of water for both of us, and I was thankful for the liquid that flowed down my throat, cooling the heat from all the liquor earlier.

You smiled at me, a smile that seemed so warm and natural, and I smiled in return. You stood in front of me and placed your hands on me, kneading my stiff shoulders from dancing all night. I closed my eyes and sighed, allowing your gentle caress to soothe out the ache in my bones.

As you continued to massage my shoulders, I placed the empty cup of water on the desk beside me, moving my now empty hands to hug your waist, feeling the arch of your back. I pulled you in closer, my face now against your stomach. I took a deep breath and breathed in the smell of your perfume, your scent.

With your body closer to mine, I felt you bend downwards, one of your hands moving down my back, reassuring and comforting. Your other hand reached for my head and stroked my long hair, gently patting my head with the palm of your hand. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling within me, a purr building up somewhere deep inside.

I touched your bare arms, feeling your soft and smooth skin. I reached for your back and slipped my hands under your shirt, feeling more of your bare skin, this time also feeling the stiffness of your arched back, the well-toned muscles underneath your skin. I pulled upwards and you lifted your hands off me for a moment, for me to lift your top up and above your shoulders, above your head and then off you. I was faced with a flat stomach that I could be jealous of, and skin that was just as flawless as that on your arms.

You returned your hands to me, bringing my face close to you once more, gently running your hands down the small of my back. I automatically lifted my hands up as you reached for the hem of my top, lifting them off me as I did so to you. I shivered a little at the cool air against my skin, yet I was still warmed by all the alcohol that I took in earlier. I suddenly became very self-conscious, knowing that my figure was not as good as yours.

With one fluid motion, I felt the clasp of my bra release as you placed your hands on me once more, and my breasts fell forward without the support of my bra holding them in. You reached back and undid your own, your breasts spilling forward just like mine. Your nipples were light brown and almost symmetrical, your nipples erect against the cold of the air just like mine are.

I realised that I was holding my breath, appreciative of the beauty in front of me. Your hair was thick yet luscious, flowing around your head and unto your shoulders, stopping just short of your soft mounds. Your breasts were firm and bounced lightly, and they seemed like perfectly shaped globes. Your body was just as well-defined as the rest of you, and you had v-lines that dipped down into your jeans. I have never felt so attracted to someone of the same gender before.

I was greeted by your smile as you moved towards me once more, gently holding my head in your hands, so loving and so tender. I have never experienced this with any man in my prior relationships. Somehow, I felt like you knew my body better I did, holding me in all the right spots as I sat there not knowing what to do with my hands.

I placed my head between your soft breasts and hugged you around the waist, placing my fingers into the hook of your jeans. I pulled them down and revealed your v-line further, lines that disappeared into the pair of lacy thongs that you wore. I never dared to wear something that looked so adult, so feminine. I shuddered to remember that I was only wearing a pair of usual cotton panties underneath me.

You pushed me back onto your queen-sized bed, my body gently laying down at where you must have laid a thousand times before. I felt the depress of the bed as you got on top of me, you lips inches from mine, your light brown and warm eyes staring into my very soul. I was enticed and seduced, a warm fuzzy feeling developing within me that I knew was not because of the alcohol.

With my weight on the bed, you reached below me and pulled my bottoms off, more of my nakedness revealed before you. You did not look down to make me self-conscious, but you placed your hands upon my stomach and moved downwards, ridding me of my cotton panties.

I looked into your eyes as they moved closer, your lips suddenly barely inches away from me. I felt my lips graze against yours, both our lipsticks sticking together for a moment before your lips touched mine, pressing against me softly, gently, very much unlike men who just jammed their faces against my face. Even your kisses were perfect, and it felt like your lips were moulded to fit mine. It was soft and sensual, teasing me, making me want more.

Your hair cascaded around me, your fragrance mixing with my very own. One of your hands held mine, your fingers entwined around, holding me in comfort and security. Your other hand traced my skin, skin that was not as perfect as yours was. Yet in the heat of the moment, my insecurities regarding the many bumps around my body disappeared, and for that moment I felt as pretty as you were.

I never knew touching could make me feel this good. Your fingers moved about my torso, fingertips running across my stomach, upwards and upwards, till I felt them right at the bottom of my feminine mounds. I was still entwined in my kiss with you, your lips now gently nibbling on mine, parting for a moment and going back at them again, as if I was an appetiser in a fine dining restaurant.

Your hands circled my breasts and held them gently, your fingers occasionally drifting across my sensitive nipples. In those moments, I felt the purr within me escape momentarily, and I felt your smile on my lips as these little squeaks of pleasure escaped from my lips. I felt like a child in your hands, a child that was loved and appreciated.

I tried to hold your head as you held mine earlier, but I know my attempts at mimicking you must have been clumsy, as you giggled between kisses. Your hands now moved downwards slowly, and I arched my hips upwards, my lower body craving for your touch, ready to me made yours. How I willed for your hands to move faster, for your mouth to press hard against me, your tongue to ravage my mouth. Yet you were still soft and gentle, slowly increasing my desire for you, my lust.

I felt your hand above my pubis mon, circling the few strands of unkempt pubic hair that were untamed. I felt warm between my legs, and I wanted to badly to touch myself, release myself of the sexual stress that was building up deep within me. You broke away from the kiss, staring into my puppy eyes for a moment, admiring how desperate I must have looked.

You grabbed both my hands and held them above me, pinning them own with your left. Then again, you moved your head towards me, but this time going lower than my lips. I felt your soft hair on my chest as you descended upon me, your mouth against the nape of my neck. I could barely catch the purr as it came on the way out, my mouth opening with an O and my eyes shut, enjoying your soft lips against my neck.

Your free hand moved between my legs, gently stroking my thighs upwards and upwards, and moving on to the other thigh before it reached the top. Every fibre of me felt like I was like that of a drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment. I swear, in that moment I could feel the moisture of my sex slowly oozing out of me, a trickle of fluid flowing from the folds of my vagina down towards the crevice of my ass.

Yet you did not relent in teasing me, your mouth moving downwards towards my breast. As you took my nipple deep inside your mouth, I felt like a jolt of electricity run through me, and I was very sure that I could not catch the moan that now freely escaped my lips. As I arched my back, I could feel some of the stress within me being released. My body tensed up and let go, my first orgasm of the night ripping through me like a bullet. I shuddered as pleasure rocked my body, yet you continued to kiss me around my nipples. I did not know I could even cum without touching myself between my legs.

I felt myself panting as the last reveries of orgasm left me, and I was sure that you knew I came. You lifted your head off me as you smiled at me, a smile that was reassuring, a smile that knew that in that moment, I was already yours.

You released my hands and laid against me, watching each breath of mine, your fingers playfully twiddling with my pubic hair above my feminine parts. I placed my arms around you and hugged, and it was indeed a different feeling, hugging another girl like myself.

You leaned your head against my breast, possibly listening to my heart that beat like a sledgehammer, my breath that came in short gasps. The aftermath of the orgasm still rocked through me, and I was dizzy from the pleasure. I even felt like there was a sweet taste on my lips, a taste that I could not describe.

As your hand cupped my mound, I knew my night was far from ending. I wanted to tell you that I was tired, that you can stop, that that was the best orgasm of my life already. Yet, a part of me wanted more, that desired still the need to be filled, and so the whole of me laid there, waiting.

You placed your middle finger against my folds, and I finally realised how wet I was, my entrance entirely soaked through with my stickiness. I felt your finger slowly parting my lips, lips that parted easily due to my arousal. My wetness invited you in, allowing you to slip into my warm flesh.

With a tired gasp, I moaned is you entered me, your finger that was not as thick as a penis, yet it felt more fulfilling, filled with the emotion of trust and security, of comfort and of love. I knew I could crave this feeling more than the filing any penis could grant.

Easily, your slipped another finger into me, feeling my depths and wetness. I gasp as your fingers started to move. I was too tired to control the sounds that came from within me naturally. I simply held on to you as I parted my legs wider in the hopes of feeling you explore me deeper.

Your fingers felt better than my own, slipping in and out of me so naturally, as if it was your own vagina that you were fingering. Between each thrust, I turned to see you watching me as you drew me nearer to my second orgasm, eyes twinkling with playful pleasure, warm, brown eyes that captivated me.

I hugged you closer as I felt my body tense once more, and as I released, I clamped my thighs around your hand, willing you to stop as my second orgasm overtook my senses. Nevertheless, you did not stop, but continued to move your fingers against me, pressing your thumb against my swollen clit and your fingers pressing against what I knew was my g-spot, a spot I never knew existed.

Despite the beautiful orgasm I felt earlier, I never knew it could feel even better. I closed my eyes as the second orgasm started to rock me, your fingers moving about deep within me. Your mouth found mine as I moaned, or maybe screamed, my shrill voice covered with your mouth. Your tongue pushed between my lips, twisting and turning within my mouth as your fingers now moved deep within me.

With that, I felt myself lose control of my body as another orgasm rode upon my second orgasm, pleasure combined with pleasure, my mind blank and my body totally yours, under your control. I felt a gush of warm liquid exit the folds of my vagina, wetting my thighs that were still shut around your fingers, experiencing my first ever squirting experience.

I never knew a pleasure like this, a pleasure I could get drunk on, get addicted on. I broke away from our kiss and opened my eyes as I felt my body subside from the orgasm. I took in the beauty of your face, your hair falling upon me, your warm brown eyes. It was like I was experiencing love all over again. I felt my consciousness fading away, tiredness taking over, and your face was the last thing I recall as I blacked out.