All the time they talked she had held the blonde's gaze, watching the reactions her hazel gaze betrayed. She watched her grow more excited clearly wanting to be dominated by her despite her stupid comments to the contrary. Now the conversation died abruptly into an intriguing lull whilst Emma digested her last statement. The blonde's eyes fell breaking the delicious contact, had she pushed too hard?
"Yes, do!" sighed Emma quietly after a brief pause looking down at the floor and blushing.
"Do what bitch?"
"Make me scream," moaned the blonde seemingly embarrassed "I want you to take me home and make me scream Melody!"
"That's nice to know," she smiled icily at Emma, "but I don't care what you want, it's what I want that counts now, still interested Emma?"
"Yes Melody".
She made Emma sit in the back of her car blindfolded under strict instructions not to speak as she drove in silence with Wagner pounding out on the stereo. At her apartment block she pulled into the underground car park and knew instinctively it would be deserted. As she led the helpless girl from the car to the lift she wondered if anyone was watching the security camera footage. She tried to imagine what their reaction might be at the sight of her kissing the blindfolded blonde feverously whilst they waited for the lift. Once in the apartment there was no time to waste, she hurried the girl into her bedroom, unlocked the hidden door in her closet and dragged Emma into the room beyond.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Horny Lesbian Chicks
er companion also was fair, but her hair was more wiry, and was held back severely by an Alice-band. She had on a burgundy top, and trousers of a darker beige, with pockets here and there. My impression was that she was plainer than the first woman, with a uniformly dull complexion. But she was striking in her own way, with rather full lips, and a high forehead. She hid her eyes behind a pair of spectacles.
The first woman, Ms Blue to me now, had tipped her head backwards, and was staring up at the ceiling. The second, Ms Burgundy, was standing at about forty-five degrees to her full face, and had bent forward, bringing their faces close. She was looking intently into Ms Blue's face. She said something, which I could not hear above the hubbub of the coffee lounge, and rummaged in her friend's handbag, which was on the counter. She took out a minuscule bottle, with a dropper-top, studied the label for a few moments, and then shook it. She unscrewed the top, gently rested the heel of her hand against her friend's cheek, and deftly let three droplets fall into each eye. Ms Blue sat as still as a monument, gaze fixed on the ceiling, trustful, being ministered to.
A third woman came up, older, and Ms Burgundy stepped away from her friend, who relaxed, and the three started to chat, now looking as unremarkable as any of the other people in the coffee lounge, or in the whole airport, if it came to that. I drained my americano, picked up my bags, and moved on.
Since then, as I say, I have been scanning, sighting, reconnoitring. I have seen some wonderful and unusual things, but none so exciting, so absorbing, so – yes – erotic as the Blue / Burgundy episode.
The first woman, Ms Blue to me now, had tipped her head backwards, and was staring up at the ceiling. The second, Ms Burgundy, was standing at about forty-five degrees to her full face, and had bent forward, bringing their faces close. She was looking intently into Ms Blue's face. She said something, which I could not hear above the hubbub of the coffee lounge, and rummaged in her friend's handbag, which was on the counter. She took out a minuscule bottle, with a dropper-top, studied the label for a few moments, and then shook it. She unscrewed the top, gently rested the heel of her hand against her friend's cheek, and deftly let three droplets fall into each eye. Ms Blue sat as still as a monument, gaze fixed on the ceiling, trustful, being ministered to.
A third woman came up, older, and Ms Burgundy stepped away from her friend, who relaxed, and the three started to chat, now looking as unremarkable as any of the other people in the coffee lounge, or in the whole airport, if it came to that. I drained my americano, picked up my bags, and moved on.
Since then, as I say, I have been scanning, sighting, reconnoitring. I have seen some wonderful and unusual things, but none so exciting, so absorbing, so – yes – erotic as the Blue / Burgundy episode.
Sexy lesbian girls kissing
Brit and Lori were cuddled together in their bed, kissing and caressing each other, trying to keep warm. The thermostat in their apartment was shot, and Melissa, their landlady, was away from the complex on vacation that week.
There was only one perfect way to keep warm: body heat.
The pair was locked in a passionate embrace, with the legs of the blonde-haired Lori intertwined with those of the sultry brunette. While they were rubbing their legs together, the heat between their legs was increasing, and soon the pair didn't care that the heat was out in the apartment.
Brit and Lori had been lovers for the past five years and had lived in this apartment for a year exactly this night, and were rather disappointed that Melissa wasn't spending the anniversary with them. But, despite her absence, they decided to have a little party of their own.
Then the heat went out about an hour before Lori was due home from work; when she got in, a blast of what felt like arctic air knocked her senseless. But soon her lip curled into a devilish smile, knowing that there would only be two ways to keep warm until the thermostat was fixed -- wear many layers of clothes, or lay naked in the warm arms of her sweet Brittany.
Brittany, the dominating brunette, slid on top of her lover, looking deep into the blue eyes of Lori. Brit loved those eyes, loved staring into them, getting lost in the sparkles that seemed to dance near the iris. Lori's eyes were like sponges, sucking in Brit's ceramic-like facial expressions, especially the mischievous grin splashed across her face at this moment. Lori rose up to meet her girlfriend's lips, and the pair shared a sweet, soft kiss, before the brunette raised herself out of reach.
There was only one perfect way to keep warm: body heat.
The pair was locked in a passionate embrace, with the legs of the blonde-haired Lori intertwined with those of the sultry brunette. While they were rubbing their legs together, the heat between their legs was increasing, and soon the pair didn't care that the heat was out in the apartment.
Brit and Lori had been lovers for the past five years and had lived in this apartment for a year exactly this night, and were rather disappointed that Melissa wasn't spending the anniversary with them. But, despite her absence, they decided to have a little party of their own.
Then the heat went out about an hour before Lori was due home from work; when she got in, a blast of what felt like arctic air knocked her senseless. But soon her lip curled into a devilish smile, knowing that there would only be two ways to keep warm until the thermostat was fixed -- wear many layers of clothes, or lay naked in the warm arms of her sweet Brittany.
Brittany, the dominating brunette, slid on top of her lover, looking deep into the blue eyes of Lori. Brit loved those eyes, loved staring into them, getting lost in the sparkles that seemed to dance near the iris. Lori's eyes were like sponges, sucking in Brit's ceramic-like facial expressions, especially the mischievous grin splashed across her face at this moment. Lori rose up to meet her girlfriend's lips, and the pair shared a sweet, soft kiss, before the brunette raised herself out of reach.
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