Lesbian Erotica- remember it’s just fiction folks (no one under 18 should read this…and some would say no one should read this ever, lol)

I watch your lover through the window walk down the path away from the house for his daily meditation, though the mist outside clings to his skin.

Kissing passionately, I drop my head as I let my tongue flick across your neck and listen to you moan in pleasure as I suckle the sweat from your neck caused by our heat, and move my hand to slowly unbuckle your jeans.  For just a moment I reach deep inside to feel your hot, rich, slickness against my fingers.  A tremor of pleasure escapes your lips as I feel myself gush with my own fresh wetness enslaved by the passion of your heat and fire.

I want nothing more than to rip off your jeans and taste the richness surrounding your clit, taking you in my mouth and flicking my tongue across you, teasing at first, then moving my tongue deeper into you licking every crevice only to return to flick my tongue across your clit and feel you involuntarily pull back from me in ragged moan of pleasure. Deepening to probe every inch of you with my tongue.  To listen to you moan as I take you in my mouth, but I pull back and wait letting our breaths grow ragged together slowly stroking you with my finger I move up against sliding from the sweat from our bodies.  I kiss you for a moment letting you taste yourself for a second on my lips.  Your nipples hard against mine, the slickness of our bodies glistening in sweat as we grasp at each other to hold on, not just to each other, but too the moment.

Too excited to stop, though we know we could be caught at any second.  I press further as I see in the distance your lover returning the mist has turned into a light wet rain.

Your body wired with tension calls from every bit of muscle and sinew, and screams to me to end this torture of pleasure and release you.  I can tell from your ragged breathing you are only a few strokes away from giving in to a complete release of pleasure.  You scream for it, but your lovers path is coming closer to the house the mist increasing to  heavier rain, she has quickened her pace.

Your clit is rock hard against my fingers, though I can barely keep my strokes going, against my own growing excitement and your slickness that denies direct contact, but forces me to toy around it, baiting it, until finally I rub across it at just the right second.  Your body begins to spasm against mine.  I shush you against your natural need to release not only your body, but a scream that dies on your lips as I cover your lips with mine to dampen the sound…