by A. Mistory
One of my hands moved to go between Cali's thighs, my fingers seeking her love. Cali was so wet, so hungry for love, my love. As Cali suckled on my nipple, and otherwise abused me so sweetly with her loving teeth, my finger stole into her, my thumb lightly tapping, and strumming her clitoris. Cali opened her legs up more for me.
"Oh, Mimi, oh, that's so good. Love me, my love, love me," she said.
Cali's hips heaved upward again, her lips demanding more from my breast that hung down to her face, pulling avidly on my nipple.
"Ummm-ummm," Cali muttered into my breast, her face pushing to it more as she came on my finger.
My own pussy was in its throes too, Cali's suckling too much for me, her pussy's demands too exciting. We finished together.
"God, will it always be like this? Will we always love this sweetly?"
"Often, Cali, very often if I have anything to say about it. I do love you, baby. I Love you very much. Heck of a way to lose your cherry, huh?"
"I loved it, Mimi. It's yours, my love, it's yours. Take all of me anyway you want me."
My mind raced with her words. Since high school, I'd never had a virgin. Even then Laney hadn't been a virgin, at least not from oral loving. I'd never fucked her with my finger the few times we'd been able to get together, though we had masturbated each other. Though I didn't really care for it, at least not before, I began to greedily think of using a strap-on with Cali. The thought of making her mine in every way thrilled me until it was nearly an instant obsession.
I did have a strap-on, one that was mine, if Myra hadn't accidentally taken it. Myra had me buy it, telling me what was best, that being made of leather just like the one she had. I just took her word for it, and Myra showed me how to use it, demonstrated it, I should say. Yes, I would do that, but later. Much later. Today, for the rest of the day, and this week at least, I would be more than happy to have Cali's pussy with my lips as I loved to do anyway.
"Mimi, can we shave me now? I want to know how it feels to have your lips on me like that."
"Me too, baby," I said. "Come on, let's take a shower, then we'll shave you."
This I was looking forward to very much. Our time in the shower was a small part washing, which we did very well, but spent a lot of time loving each other, me in particular. As much as I loved eating pussy, I had to take advantage of Cali being so receptive, and so needy yet. I kissed and nibbled my way down to her pussy, then feasted on her once more, making myself take note of how Cali felt unshaved so I could compare it soon to her being shaved. It was pure lustful greed on my part, I knew, but I let myself sense every thrilling thought, every picture that came to mind.
Cali's body responded so beautifully to my lips and tongue, then finally to my tongue working in so many ways on her clitoris. I licked around it, suckled it lightly, laved it with the flat of my tongue, then flicked it wildly until I felt her close, then suckled it. Holding Cali firmly by the cheeks of her ass, I took all that gushed out of her, and made sure she stayed standing as she did.
"Cali, don't let me eat you too much. If you can't take more at any time, let me know, okay?"
"Okay, Mimi. So far it's been nothing but delicious, and I love it. I'm tired, my body is, but I know I want more. I can't seem to get enough. Is that okay?"
"It's more than okay. I told you I love to eat pussy, and yours is fantastic, baby," I told her, my breath still hard to come by.
We finished washing, then dried. Now the fun would begin, at least for me. I got all the goodies, scissors, new razor and blade, baby oil, and shaving cream, and a thick hair conditioner, and had a washcloth at the ready to give her pussy a hot towel after she'd cut the hair, and I'd rubbed oil deep into her skin. After she'd cut her hair short, I had Cali sit on the counter, and rubbed the oil deeply onto her lips, then put the hot towel on her pussy.
"Uuuuh," Cali gasped, "that feels so good," she said after initially jerking as I put it on her.
Letting it cool just a bit, I then pressed it with my hand to direct the heat to her, knowing it would feel sensuous and erotic to her. It did, her eyes closing in pure enjoyment, her body arching her breasts forward, as well as shoving her pussy at the towel. After that, it was all work, but it got Cali excited, and I loved looking at her lips swelling and very wet. The last of it was a coating of the thick hair conditioner. It was nicer by far than regular shave cream.
"Let me feel it, baby," I said when she was done.
It was baby slick to my touch, and so wet from her overflowing juices. Then Cali had to sample it.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" I asked.
"God, it's making me so horny," she said. "Mimi, can we love each other together? At the same time?"
"Sure, baby, that sounds good to me. Let's wash the baby oil and conditioner off of you first," I said, anxious to feel Cali's pussy lips with my face and lips.
It was instant wildness when we got in bed, and skipped the preliminaries, going right to each other’s pussy. We drove each other to extremes, both of us bucking wildly at each other. Her lips felt so good, so tender, and sweet tasting as I took each of them fully into my mouth. My energetic loving of her spurred Cali, I'm sure, but she seemed to love it, giving me all I could take, and taking all the love I was giving her. When we ended together, we couldn't turn loose of each other's pussy. It was so good, and I wanted even more, but I knew Cali had been worn out.
I pulled Cali to me, and had her lay full bodied on me, our kissing continuing amid many words of love. Soon I felt Cali contentedly asleep on me. My heart was swelling with my love of her. All the love we had shared came flooding back to my mind, to my body's remembrance. How had I allowed myself to be so blind as to almost miss Cali's love?
As I idly combed Cali's hair with my fingers, and caressed her back and ass that I now loved so much, I realized I'd never really been in love. At least not like this, not so fully, so knowingly and aware of it, and the tremendous joy it was filling me with. Then I thought of our sex, and guiltily thought of sex with Myra too. Though it pained me, I knew that sex with Myra had been wild, and I had loved every minute of it, still, it was as nothing compared to the sex I'd just had with Cali. What was it that was so different? Then it hit me. It was so obvious, and so corny, but so true.
Sex with love as Cali and I had had been as magnificent as sex can get. I wanted Cali more than I'd ever wanted Myra, or Myra's body. Our love magnified everything about us, the way we looked at each other, the way our eyes spoke to each other, the way our hearts seemed to want to merge us in every way. I wanted sex with Cali, and more, I just wanted to be with her, to know she was near me. Myra had filled me with the need of the glorious sex we had, but I was almost blinded to love by it.
I remembered how I felt just last night at Carole and Jessi's, the way my stomach knotted with the thought that others were touching Cali, kissing her, however chastely. The sense that I might have let her slip away from me was nearly overwhelming, a pure torture, yet I didn't recognize it for the love we both had for each other. I knew that Cali wanted no other but me. It was as Carole and Jessi had said, Cali saw no other, and now that made me feel as if life was Cali loving of me, and allowing me to love her. How beautiful love is. How beautiful!
I knew we'd love forever, and that knowing filled me completely, my heart swelling with the joy of our being, our love. I kissed Cali as best I could, and continued to caress her, happily contented to have her just as she was, and knowing she'd often be just like this, and always close to me, to my heart.
The End
ABOUT A. MISTORY
A. Mistory is passionate about life: consciousness, intelligence, curiosity, creativity, how we came to be as we are in general, our ability to be introspective, our insight, compassion, the depths our love can reach, and the lustful passionate love we can achieve. We are much more than most of us ever think we are. All of the characters are written as if real, and their stories as if they truly happened; the characters are imbued with a zest for life, love, p
assion and especially its awakening in us with such a lustful force. Life really is stranger than fiction, and has so many faces. These stories find those places, and hopefully make them real for the reader. The characters are written as if the characters would love to have others see them if they were writing the story. Getting lost in the characters is not unusual, as is staying awake at night, or even waking up thinking about and feeling them as if being told what to write, and how.
An avid reader - when there is time - indulging in novels, particularly those by Linda Howard and Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, are a delight. A favorite novel is “Becoming Bobbie” by R. J. Stevens. In writing about love, it is no surprise that the actual letters of the continuing love of Heloise for her lover/ex lover, Abelard, is considered the finest love story ever written. When reading them, they bring ripples of sensations through the body with chills and shivers that seize the mind and make one captive to them. The unheard of honest, and openly lustful sexuality that defied the times is enthralling. Those letters are felt to be better by far, and more erotic to the mind, and therefore the senses, than any novelist ever wrote.
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THE GARDEN IN MY HEART
By A. Mistory
Ellen is widowed and alone, and Molly, Ellen’s young neighbor, has a troubled marriage and philandering husband—two women have never needed a good friend more than these two!
When Molly devises a fiendishly cute scheme for the two women to come together, Ellen can’t resist, in spite of her wariness—Hank, Molly’s husband, has made his intentions toward Ellen well known and she’s not interested in giving him any untoward opportunities.
But as the women grow closer and closer, each of their problems overlap and entwine in wholly unexpected ways, leaving them both clinging to each other. Ellen’s troubling and revealing insights meet with Molly’s fear to reveal a secret long buried as and Molly’s husband, Hank, becomes a serious threat to their growing relationship…
The Garden In My Heart is a tale of love, and an adamant refusal to allow the world to intrude on it, a story an awakening and understanding, and hopes finally being fulfilled no matter the near horrible events that threaten new found, and heretofore forbidden, love.
Warning: This title contains graphic language and lesbian sex.
Excerpt From THE GARDEN IN MY HEART:
There was no question but that something was very wrong in Molly’s marriage. Some times there was a little something that would inadvertently appear momentarily, her countenance minutely changed when she didn’t know I was looking, or maybe some word that slipped out without her realizing it. If she did catch anything, she didn’t make anything out of it.
On Friday, Molly had lasagna ready to cook, as well as bread. I made a salad and had the wine. Molly was her usual happy self, and we enjoyed our company again. On Saturday, we shopped, bought virtually nothing but lunch, and had leftovers for supper. Sunday was good too, but when she was leaving, she was suddenly acting strange, deep within herself. At the door, instead of the usual hug we now enjoyed with each other, her hand went to my cheek, and the most forlorn look came over her. It was so unusual that I could only watch and wonder what was going on in her mind, or if something was troubling her. Then Molly’s other hand came to my face, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me fully, and fairly hard.
I say fairly hard because it was full, firm, and our lips were mashed, but not in a hurtful way. It wasn’t passion, but to me, from Molly’s possible point of view, desperate, but why was a question I couldn’t answer. There’s no doubt I was returning the kiss though, my first since Greg died, and again, I more than enjoyed it from the sounds I was making, my little moans of satisfaction with us being as we were. Then I knew that Molly was also moaning with whatever pleasures or needs she was feeling, or wanting being fulfilled. I even felt her tongue tentatively going lightly across my lips as if she was wanting a small taste of me, but was fearful of my displeasure. There was no displeasure on my part. Maybe I reacted favorably because it took me by surprise, and I had always loved Greg’s kisses, and for too long needed such a kiss-and it felt good, too. Quite delicious, actually.
Then as suddenly as she’d kissed me, Molly pulled back and looked wildly worried at me, her eyes darting spastically about my face, her hand as if going to her mouth.
“I’m sorry. Oh, God,” she said softly, and spun on her heels and nearly ran out the door.
I watched as she hurried away, my hand going to my mouth in wondering at what had just happened…
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Warning: This title contains graphic language, f/f/ and f/f/f sex.
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Eileen’s overpowering need, obedience and ultimately, her love, win over the proud, haughty domme, although Nora fights it as hard as she can, even going so far as to introduce Meister Curt, a man known in the rich-boy circles for his sexual prowess, into the mix, just to assess Eileen’s submission.
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That one kiss turns out to be a catalyst in the couples’ lives, leaving their marriages on shaky ground, and Claire and Dre
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