#SOSS 9 – Games Week

SweeteN Dirty 
Now this sounds like a great game to potentially play with someone once you’ve established some consent, but haven’t gone too far in to the sexual side of you relationship. The minute they get too nervous everything stops; but here the participants don’t get too nervous at all and the result is a blowjob so hot that it makes me wish I had a cock so I could find the same experience. I never thought I’d have penis envy…lol

Morag’s Moist Musings
Two of my favorite things! Sex and video games! This was a delight to read pure and simple. This time I have spanking envy though. Thin walls and nosy neighbors…but any way back to the story; the biggest unanswered question for me is what game was he playing? My guess is a soccer game, perhaps hockey, or perhaps something with entirely different types of goals. No matter what the game was though, this was a hot story.

Molly’s Daily Kiss
I love the raw simplicity of this piece. I see what seems to be an obvious playfulness mixed with some serious spanking vibes. And that last line just makes me grin every time I read it. Winning stripes seemed fine to me!

Nina B
In this post I love that the beginning of things is all that we see, that the games to come are left to one’s imagination, although with her lovely cock peeking from beneath the tutu we can certainly have a good idea of where the games might go. Hats off to Nina for setting a spark to a flame.

Teachers Have Sex
Ah…nostalgia. And naked board games. It takes me back as well to a part of my own sexual history, although without the board games where I and a female friend pretty much kicked our male FWB out of his own bed to fuck and suck and my gods what a night that was. Thanks for bringing back that memory for me Jo!


Can Maybe Sometimes Mean Yes?

(Just so we’re clear, I did not write this piece as some kind of weird defense against any of the recent current events involving sexual assault, harassment, and rape allegation that have been all over the media. I wrote this more from the point of view of being in a relationship and making negotiations about pleasure in those relationships.)

Alright everyone, hear me out here before you decide I’m crazy and don’t understand enthusiastic consent. I know that in a perfect world yes would mean yes and no would mean no, but what exactly does maybe mean? Is it a future yes or a future no? Is it supposed to be a polite, if unclear and vague, way of saying no? Does it come from a place of fear of saying yes or no?

Or does it come out of the idea that my partner might like something that I am ambivalent about? Could it be that I simply have a neutral attitude towards something and so I give the neutral answer? But how does that impact pleasure? If my partner never gets this thing that they want and enjoy, could that breed resentment or even anger? Sure it could. But if I’ve said maybe to whatever their sex act of choice is, that doesn’t mean I’ve committed one way or the other. It could mean I’m unsure because I don’t know what they want. It could mean that I am completely uninterested in it. Or the thing could just be kind of meh for me.

So, what if maybe, sometimes, under the right circumstances, meant yes? It means that a person in an actively consenting relationship could be willing to do a thing. It might mean that they do it simply to give their partner pleasure, but they are still willing to do it despite their own feelings towards it. And that is an OK thing to do. Hell, that’s a good thing to do if you ask me. I feel that it contributes to a healthier sex life over all.

However, I recognize that there are some things that some people simply won’t or can’t or don’t want to do. So in that case what does maybe mean? At that point it sees like a way to give your partner the hope that you might be willing to try something new when you’re not even open to it. In that case I would posit that maybe means no, but I would also suggest that you learn to communicate with your partner in such a way that saying no to them is OK. That avoids miscommunications and any vagueness regarding doing or not doing x, y, or z sexual activity. This ability also leads to a healthier sex life.

Now we get to the idea of maybe and consent. Does maybe imply consent? In a long term relationship where the people know one another well, it might or might not. That all depends on the nature of the relationship and how well the people in it can communicate their needs and wants. But if this is just a short term thing or a one time thing, I feel like the people involved have to be more clear than just saying maybe. Maybe can be ambiguous for many reasons and the root of those reasons should be known before assuming that maybe does, in fact, mean yes. So in the long run, I feel like maybe should automatically be treated as a no, except in certain circumstances, such as a long term relationship and even then it requires constant talking and dialog in order to make sure all parties are on the same page.

Have you ever told a partner maybe? How did they respond? Did you wind up doing whatever that maybe activity was anyway? Were you trying to politely say no? Or were you scared to say yes? All of those questions (and more I’m sure; feel free to share your own) are the reasons I ask if maybe can sometimes mean yes. What do you think about maybe instead of a definitive yes or no?

Wicked Wednesday – (A Guard and His Princess)

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Adrienne’s small helpless noises as he spanked her ass only served to turn Gordon on more and she was writhing in his lap. They both knew she could feel the hardness of his cock and her mouth was positively watering at the thought of it. This time she wanted to taste him, to let him fuck her mouth, and treat her like the slut she had always craved to be. She cried out at the thought of him in her mouth and Gordon smacked her harder. “Be good Princess. Be good and I’ll give you what you I know you want.”

And he gently pushed her from his lap to undo his fly. Adrienne was kneeling on the carpeted floor now and as his cock sprung free she gasped softly in delight before leaning forward to lick the length of it like a lollipop. Gordon watched her through hooded eyes, not wanting to miss a thing, but when she sucked tip of him into her mouth and tasted the pre-come that had gathered there he closed hid eyes and let the sensation take him. He couldn’t believe it was the Princess, the daughter of such a powerful man as the king he served that had her plump lips wrapped around his cock. He watched her mouth open wider to try and take him all in and her small hand wrapped around the base of his shift where she couldn’t quite reach and squeezed. The feeling was exquisite and he knew if he wanted to fuck her again he need to take back control before he exploded in her mouth. Gordon tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her up to face him. “Do you want me to fuck you Princess? Or would you like to fuck me; riding my cock and filling your body with it?”

She merely moaned in delight at his words letting her head fall back and he lifted her to her feet as he stood with her. They both shed their clothes, laughing at the strappy top again as her boots joined the pile this time and he pulled her to the large bed that dominated the room. Laying down together they kissed intensely, passionately before Adrienne took change and pushed Gordon onto his back so she could crawl a top of him. She teased herself for a moment rubbing herself along his cock and he groaned softly at the feel of her smooth skin rubbing against him, spreading her slickness. And then she was guiding him inside of her, taking his full length with a soft moan and began to move her hips. She ground into him, lifting up and sliding back down and riding his cock with all the trick she could think of. Gordon’s hands roamed along her body, reaching up to tweak a nipple her and squeeze a hip there, sometimes lifting his hips to meet hers as she rocked her own.

Finally his fingers found her clit and she leaned back a bit still moving, to give him better access and he began to rub her gently, then harder as she cried out, “More!” Her hips and his finger never stopped moving she suddenly she came all over his cock, drenching him in her wetness. He swore softly at the feeling of her tight around him and fairly threw her off his cock to find his way between her soaked thighs. His tongue traced patterns and was by turns gentle and rough and soon she was moaning and lifting her hips for him. Gordon’s hands slid beneath her body, cupping her ass in his hands and drawing her closer to him. He kissed her, his tongue, delving between her lips and she cried out so he did it again harder this time and she pushed against him, her body begging for more. He obliged and suddenly another orgasm rolled through her body like a freight train and she grabbed his hair tugging him up to her for a wild kiss, loving the taste of herself against his lips.

“I don’t know if I want to suck you off or if I want you to fuck me. I just know that I want you,” her voice was soft but harsh. “Well, Princess, I think you’re going to do both and he guided her back down to his cock which she enveloped with her mouth once more and he began to thrust his his hips slowly gently, his soft voice urging her to relax. As she did so, lulled by his voice his cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth before hitting the back of her throat gently. “Swallow.” Adrienne did and couldn’t help the gush of wetness that hit her pussy as she knew he was in total control here. And then he pulled her away from his cock once more and before flipping her to her back.

Gordon steadied himself above her and smiled, “Ready Princess.” “Yes Sir, please fuck me.” Her words and submissively naughty tone of voice alone were enough to make him even harder, if that was possible and his cock found her wet, twitching pussy. He drove himself into her hard and fast fucking her furiously, using her for his pleasure. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips for him and he growled, “Good slut.” His words were enough and he felt her come for him one more time. “Oh you like that? You like being a dirty slut, don’t you Princess? Well, that’s what you’re gonna be. My little slut, ready to fuck, suck, and be a good little toy for me.” She was gasping incoherently at his words and only arched her back harder, wanting more of him, wanting him to own her, if only for a moment.

Suddenly, he threw his head back with a wild cry and slammed into her once last time, his come jetting out of him to coat her insides. He pulled away from her and made an impatient motion with his hand. “Clean me.” And his slutty little Princess dove for his cock, tasting the two of them mixed together and moaned around him. He was going to come in her mouth this time and she was going to swallow every drop of it. For now she was his. They both refused to think of the upcoming days where she’d be forced back into a role she hated and he’d become just another guard. Right now there was only this.


Ava’s Adventures

Ava dared to look up, peering at the group of men around her. She realized that there were easily eight or ten people, not counting David and she knew that he expected her to service them all, preferably more than once until they were well satisfied. She sat back on her knees gracefully and gave the collective group a naughty little smile. “So, who gets to go first?”

Suddenly the room was abuzz with conversation as each man tried to reason with the others why he should be allowed first until David stepped in. “Perhaps we should draw straws? Short straw goes first. I’ll be right back.” He returned in moments with a handful of straws and held them out. Everyone drew and the lucky winner happened to be standing right next to Ava. The man gave a leer as he unzipped his pants and she knew what he wanted from her. Her pink tongue darted from her mouth, licking the tip of his dick and he ran his fingers through her dark hair. She kept licking around the head, sometimes stopping to suck just that much of him into her mouth and roll her tongue around. He finally groaned and pulled her closer to him by her hair. She sputtered for only a second as she took his dick deeper into her mouth and began to bob up and down quickly. It took only moments for the older man to throw his head back as he blasted a load of come down Ava’s throat. His grip on her hair was almost painful and she whimpered softly, causing David to intervene and extract his friend’s hand from her hair. David gave her a gentle pet and she smiled at him, proud that she was stretching her boundaries and showing him how good she could be.

While Ava had been giving her first of many blowjobs of the evening the rest of the men had sorted themselves out to wait their turn as they chatted and sipped drink, watching Ava the entire time. A tall fair haired man with brown eyes came next and as he rolled a condom over himself Ava leaned forward over the sofa and wiggled her ass at him. He smacked it causing her t wiggle more and so he smacked the other cheek. Her giggle turned into a gasp as she felt his dick slide into her pussy gently. He was thicker than David and filled her up in a much different way. Ava’s back arched as she silently asked for more and she was given just what she wanted. This was no gentle sex. No, this was a good, hard, fucking pounding and Ava clung to the couch as her partner held her hips and fucked her as hard as he could, sometimes smacking her ass, which only made her pussy twitch and get wetter. As she tensed up just before her orgasm the man stopped and she moaned in frustration. “You’ll get yours girlie, but not until we’ve all hard ours. David’s orders.” Ava looked over at her husband and he nodded at her, smiling charmingly. “Yes, my dear, you’ll get yours, but first we get our fill.”

And Ava was passed among the men, giving blowjobs, having her pussy and her ass fucked and was treated like the pretty little slut she was. With each fuck and lick and suck and moan she grew more and more desperate to have her own orgasm. She began to beg and plead with David to let her come and he only shook his head at her as he watched his friends run a train on his wife.

After getting off every man in the room at least two or three times a piece (she lost count as the dicks blurred together), Ava collapsed in a heap near her boot blacking kit, exhausted, but still dying to have an orgasm or two or three or a whole half dozen of them. David walked over to her smiling and gave her a fierce kiss before rearranging her tired limbs in a pose that left her exposed to all. She relaxed and let him do as he pleased for a moment, her eyes closed languidly. David slid a finger into her juicy wetness and smeared it across her lips before kissing her again. “You have one last task for everyone to show them your gratitude, my dear.” Ava looked up at him, puzzled, until he pulled her favorite bullet vibrator from his pants pocket. “You’re going to make yourself come for us. We’re going to watch you shake and squirm and shudder until you’ve orgasmed so much you just can’t anymore. Now get to it.”

Ava grinned at the idea of putting on a show and sat the vibrator aside for the moment to focus on playing with her breasts and nipples. She caressed and pinched and tugged, she stroked her skin lightly as a lover might and simply let herself be lost in the sensations. Her eyes fluttered closed as one hand drifted lower past her belly and along her mound. Tracing the bare skin of her vulva, she felt her own wetness covering her all the way out to her inner thighs and sighed. A single digit dipped into her pussy and she swirled it around before raising to her mouth to taste herself. Then men in the room were utterly captivated and every one of them was wishing he could fuck her again.

She teased herself sliding a finger in and out, still tugging at her nipples and biting her lip as she stared her husband down, watching only him. That wet finger slipped up to rub her clit and she moaned softly. She was so sensitive and ready to come. Abruptly, her first orgasm came over her just from that gentle rubbing of her clit and she twitched her hips in tiny spasms. She wondered how many times they’d want to watch her orgasm, but then decided she didn’t much care as long as she got her orgasms.

Overtaken with her want and need she plunged two fingers as deep as she could into her pussy and curled her fingers. The vibrator clicked on and nearly the instant it touched her clit she came again and immediately after that again. Several orgasms rolled over her in waves and she was thrashing about on the carpet hard enough to give herself rug burn in some very tender places. Ava’s breath came in gasps and she grinned at the assembly before her, but had eyes only for David who was watching her and smiled delightedly at her performance. He came across the room, pulled her to her feet, and have her another kiss, this one gentle and loving. And then he plunged his own fingers into her pussy nearly holding her weight on his hand. “You’re not done yet. Give me another one.” With an arm wrapped around her for support he flexed three of his fingers against her body and she stiffened in his arms, a wail escaping her lips as she came harder than before. “That’s a good girl, he murmured. Now say thank you.” She couldn’t resist kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Thank you, Sir.” He released her carefully and she settled near her kit on the floor watching as the men laughed and talked for a few more minutes as things began to wind down. As each one left they had a smile or a leer at her and Ava just grinned.


Kink of The Week – Blindfolds – (Bite Me)

Darkness enveloped her completely. She stood still, focused on her breathing. Deep, slow breaths. In and out. Gradually she allowed her other senses to begin to take over. But she heard nothing, smelled nothing, tasted nothing, yet raised her fingers to touch the velvety blindfold that kept her still and silent. She merely waited.

Finally she heard footsteps approaching. Was it only one set or several? She couldn’t quite tell. Then she knew she wasn’t alone. This should’ve scared her. She’d never done anything like this before but Emile had assured her she would be quite safe. She wasn’t food, merely prey to be toyed with. She gave a sudden start as she felt fingernails glide down her back slowly, with just enough pressure for her to know that they were quite sharp. Then a familiar smell came to her and she turned her head in the direction, knowing it was Emile’s cologne. A hand, his she thought, touched her face and his words whispered only for her to hear. “Relax ma chérie. This will be about both your pleasure and ours. Nothing more.” And his lips trailed down her throat sensuously, letting her feel the faintest touch of his teeth and she shuddered. But now she knew for certain that there were multiple…people, she guessed, in the room with her.

Her breathing settled once more as she stood there and heard the soft murmurs of conversation around her, both in English and in scattered French. It seems there was some argument over how to use the pretty girl whom Emile had so generously provided for them. The waiting was driving her a little crazy and she felt the wetness between her thighs only increase. The press of bodies surrounded her now, touching her fair skin, running fingers through her dark brown hair and a voice mused about the color of her unseen eyes. Someone drew her hands behind her and held them there as she felt lips press to hers for a kiss. More hands reached for her flesh, caressing everywhere, except for the spot she most wished they would touch.

Shortly they tired of merely touching and kissing and her hands were released as she was guided to her knees on the soft floor. A soft moan escaped her as she felt more submissive than ever, surrounded by this small crowd who could easily hurt her, but were choosing not to. With a sudden start she realized she wanted to feel Emile’s lips and teeth against her neck, sinking into her skin while they all watched. She whispered his name. He was at her side in a flash and she hastily communicated her desire in a hoarse whisper that they all heard and smiled at. Emile’s lipped brushed against her neck again. “Soon…but first, be a good little plaything for everyone.” And soft laughter rang out as the first of many cunts and cocks found their way to her waiting mouth. She moaned for them and writhed and grew wetter with each passing moment. When she went to reach between her legs she was stopped with a gentle admonishment and gentler hands. “Don’t make us bind you,” came a delightful, feminine voice.

There was a brief argument over who would fuck her first and finally a coin was flipped to avoid an old fashioned duel to the undeath. They bent her forward and she sighed with pleasure as she felt two fingers sink into her cunt before being replaced in a slow stroke by a hard cock that fucked her mercilessly. His hands held her hips and someone else tweaked at her nipples roughly, pulling her further towards the floor. As she leaned down and tilted he body against her unknown lover she could smell the wet cunt near her face and brought her lips down to it sucking and licking hungrily as she was fucked from behind. She lost herself in these sensations and her own orgasm came as a surprise to her. It washed though her body as she was fucked harder and hard. She squirmed and clenched against it, only wanting more now and she got exactly that as the woman at her mouth came hard with a soft scream and coated her face. Someone else knelt down for a kiss and licked her face to taste the juices left there by her female lover. And then the man behind her slammed his hips into hers brutally and she felt him come with a roar of pleasure.

It became a blur after that as she was fucked sometimes in her pussy, sometimes not, as she tasted the uniqueness of the different women and men in the room. Through it all Emile was there with her petting her hair, reminding her who she belonged to, and teasing her about undoing the blindfold. She begged him not to, her natural shyness for a moment overriding her pleasure. He gave a laugh and assured her he would not.

And as the fucking and sucking and licking and tasting all came to an end; as both she and her multiple partners were spent Emile kissed her hard and fierce. “Je suis fier de toi ma chérie.’’ He pulled her up against him holding her close while she was begging him for what she wanted. There was a collective sigh in the room at her words and Emile swore softly. He hadn’t wanted to do it like this, but knew that in his heart of hearts he could deny her nothing. He kissed her again, gathering her fully into his lap where she wrapped her arms around him tugging gently so she didn’t lose her nerve.

She felt his lips on her neck and closed her eyes behind the blindfold, waiting to feel the sharp pain she expected. Instead he merely sucked gently at her skin tasting her, feeling her pulse beat and settled her so they were lying together on the carpet. Once he had her just so he reached his hand down her body, traced her clit with a finger over and over until she was writhing and thrusting her hips into his hand. With no warning his fingers found their way into her dripping cunt and as she orgasmed for what seemed like the millionth time that night, he bit down. She felt a tiny sting through the haze of pleasure and then a curious sensation of pulling at her neck that made her moan. Her body rode his fingers as he took his fill of his beauty as his peers looked on, some enviously, but mostly just appreciative of the spectacle before them. With a soft kiss to the wound he pulled away from her and stroked her hair as she lay sated on the carpet. Shooing the others away he waited a moment before slowly removing her blindfold and smiled at her, his lips blood red and his eyes dancing.



A Crescendo

Leila and Kirsten caught a cab and rode the short distance to Leila’s house, both quietly anticipating what was to come. When they arrived the two bolted from the cab so quickly that Leila nearly forgot to pay the driver. The two women darted inside as soon as the door was unlocked and their hands were all over one another. Leila peeled Kirsten out of the tight dress she wore to reveal her perfect nude body underneath and smiled as she definitely liked what she saw. She planted tiny kisses on each of Kirsten’s nipples and led her into the bedroom.

Kirsten pressed her body against Leila’s with a smile, “I seem to be at a disadvantage here. Why aren’t we both naked?” She spun Leila around and unzipped the leather dress she was wearing and pushed it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Like Leila, Kirsten had been nude under her dress and both women reveled in the sight of each others bodies. They came together for a kiss and fell back onto the bed.

Laughing, they tussled for a moment before Leila gave in and let Kirsten pin her to the bed. Another kiss was shared and this time Kirsten was the aggressor, her tongue darting out to taste her partner’s lips. Leila moaned softly and the two had a moment where they battled for control of the kiss. Pulling apart, Kirsten kissed Leila gently, starting at the juncture of her earlobe and jaw and moving all the way down to her collarbone where she nipped lightly at her new friend’s skin. Leila wiggled against Kirsten so she nipped again a tiny bit harder before licking the same place gently, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. Kirsten resumed her kisses working her way towards Leila’s breasts where she planted kisses all over, completely avoid the hardened peaks that were Leila’s nipples for now. Meanwhile her hands played in Leila’s hair, tugging gently, moved down to her shoulders and the length of her arms, just reveling in the feel of the woman beneath her.

Finally, Kirsten gave in and wrapped her lips around one of Leila’s nipples sucking and biting at it gently while she found the other with her hand and pinched it causing Leila to moan out loud. After a moment she switched sides and Leila was moaning loudly, her nipples being incredibly sensitive. She wanted to orgasm just from Kirsten playing with her nipples and told her that she wanted it, needed it harder. So Kirsten, with a nipple between her teeth and one in her fingers, bit down and pinched at the same time harder than she would have otherwise and Leila’s hips bucked off the bed. She’d been so ready to come with Kirsten hands and mouth on her body a little more pressure was all it had taken. Kirsten let go of Leila’s nipples and kissed them both gently, sucking at them, drawing out the orgasm until Leila begged her to stop. Kirsten smiled innocently up at Leila and ran her hands down her sides, almost, but not quite, tickling. Leila laughed anyway and grinned at Kirsten. “See? I told you, you’d be a quick study. Now, my dear, if you please I want to feel that hot little mouth of yours on my pussy.”

Immediately Kirsten obliged, sliding down her way down Leila’s body and kneeling on the floor, pulling Leila to the edge of the bed. Gently, almost tentatively, she licked Leila’s wet folds, but quickly became more aggressive, tracing patterns against Leila’s skin, flicking at her clit, and taking her time getting to taste the woman who had given her such pleasure earlier. Leila was squirming against her so she assumed she was doing things correctly and swiped her tongue quickly from bottom to top of Leila’s wetness, bring a sigh from the other woman’s lips. So she did it again slow this time and grinned at the noises Leila began to make. Kirsten licked around the outside of Leila’s pussy tasting her juices, sweet as they were and slipped her tongue inside, fucking her with it. Leila’s back arched and that’s when Kirsten took a gentle finger and rubbed Leila’s clit ever so gently. With no warning Leila came apart in another massive orgasm, her hips humping against Kirsten’s face as she squirted everywhere as she came. Kirsten tried to taste as much of Leila as she could and then pulled back with a little giggle. She climbed back onto the bed wiping her face with her fingers and sucking them clean before kissing Leila tenderly. “I’m really glad you found me in the club. This is much more fun than dancing.” They both laughed and shared another kiss before Leila pulled Kirsten into a hug. “I say we do this all night long.”


If you’d like to read more about Kirsten and Leila and how they met you can read about their first experience, here.


Wicked Wednesday 290 – Marathon – (Running Buddies)



Sometimes a marathon can be long and drawn out. It can be 26.2 miles of running or it can be an intense, but long playtime session in a dungeon. I would, obviously, prefer the latter. But a marathon can also turn into other things. Just as it has a beginning so it comes to an end.

Liza and Beth had survived their first marathon together and were celebrating their sore bodies and personal victories with food and drinks in a local pub. They’d started with plenty of water, but Liza decided she wanted a glass of wine which turned into two and Beth followed suit. Neither woman was drunk, but they were more than willing to start delving into more detail, as their relationship had previously been only about training for the marathon. The ladies were single and neither of them had pursued relationships because they just couldn’t seem to find that right someone.

Suddenly, Liza grinned at Beth and spoke, “What if we’ve been looking in the wrong places all this time? Perhaps a man isn’t what we need.” Both of them laughed softly, but Liza had only been partially joking since she was bisexual and attracted to Beth. She wondered if Beth might feel the same way when the other woman looked at her. “I’ve never even kissed another woman, but I’ve thought about it.” That seemed promising to Liza who smiled at her friend. “Well maybe you should try it sometime. You might decide you quite like it.” “Have you ever done it?” Beth inquired. Liza took a sip of her wine and nodded slowly. “Yes I have. More than once. I find it to be enjoyable.” “Why?” “Because I just do. I’m wired that way. But to me women are, in their own ways both softer and harder than men. I’ve certainly known them to be more demanding, but also to be just as shy.” Beth looked down and then back up at Liza, “I think I might be the shy type.” Liza grinned, “The only way to find out is to try it. And you might be shy at first but be more aggressive later on. It all depends on your comfort level and experience.” She shrugged her shoulders and watched Beth carefully for any sign of possible interest.

And they danced around the subject for weeks, talking about sex and sexuality, with Liza sometimes scandalizing the more innocent Beth. Not to say that Beth was naive or sheltered; she just had no idea that some things that were considered deviant weren’t really deviant at all. And that’s when she let herself realize that she was attracted to Liza. Then one day after a run in the park, in which Beth spent a fair amount of time dropping back to stare at Liza’s shapely ass, she seriously began to wonder what it would be like to fuck her friend. She realized her wanting had become a marathon of its own with no finish line in sight.

Liza was perfectly aware of what seemed to be Beth’s burgeoning attraction to her, but didn’t want to push too hard and scare her off. She was trying to figure out how to take things further, but wanted to move at a pace Beth would be comfortable with. Finally she decided on a course of action. As they were cooling down after their most recent run, Liza gathered her courage and spoke up, “Alright, I know you’ve been checking out my ass and you aren’t exactly shying away from the conversations we have about sex. So, are you as attracted to me as you appear to me or just curious?” Beth turned several shades of pink and looked down at the ground, feeling very shy. Then she looked up, meeting Liza’s dark brown eyes and walked over to her, rested her hands on her shoulders and leaned up into the taller woman for just the briefest of kisses. Gentle and sweet, it lasted for only a moment, but it was enough as the sparks seemed to shoot between them. “My house is closer,” came Beth’s voice quietly.

The two women made their way to Beth’s house and as soon as they entered and the front door shut Liza wrapped her arms around Beth and simply said, “Where?” as she lifted her off her feet. Beth motioned down the hallway to the left and Liza carried her to her bedroom before depositing her on the bed with a kiss. “Are you sure about this, Beth? I mean, I’ve been wanting this for a while, but I know you’re nervous.” “I am nervous, but I’ve spent ages lusting over you, and yes, staring at your ass. I realized I wanted this weeks ago, but wasn’t brave enough to speak up so I’m glad you finally did.”

With that, Beth immediately stripped down and let Liza look at her. “You are gorgeous. And I want to do delicious things to you.” Liza’s voice was husky with need and she quickly undressed before crawling onto the bed and holding onto Beth who immediately and playful grabbed at Liza’s ass like she had been wanting to do for months now. They both laughed at this and shared a kiss. Soon Beth became the aggressor, kissing and licking, and nibbling at her new lover’s neck and lower to her breasts. She could taste the faint tang of salt and sweat from their run and she loved it. She felt almost animalistic and primal. Finally as she kissed and rubbed her way down Liza’s body and reached the juncture between her thighs, she looked up, nervous again. “What do I do?”

Liza smiled down at Beth, “What would you like done to you?” “Hmmm…” Beth grinned suddenly and lowered her head gently teasing Liza, tasting her slowly, the way she’d always wished someone would take their time with her. Beth wanted to build an orgasm and then tear it screaming from Liza’s throat. Beth traced the lines of Liza’s skin with her tongue, stopping to flick it across her clit here and there or dipping lower to taste her. Liza had never been one to want to wait for her orgasms, but this was different with Beth; she was content to let her do as she pleased. And Beth slowly edged Liza closer and closer to orgasm, eventually bringing her so close only to stop and make Liza moan her frustration. Beth grinned and kissed Liza’s clit, sucking it into her mouth, her arms wrapped around the other woman’s spread thighs. Liza gasped and began to buck her hips up and down, the sensation being just what she needed. “More, please more.” Beth bit down very gently and pulled, scraping her teeth along the sensitive skin. Liza gasped at that and Beth did it again before resuming her sucking. And then Liza was thrashing about on the bed, not quite screaming, but close enough for Beth. After Liza came down and was relaxed again Beth looked up at her. “How’d I do?” Liza smiled. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you’d done that before. C’mere and let me have you.”