Lesbian chain story game

[SophiaY]

I thought it might be fun. Think of it as a form of finger-exercise for writers (pun almost deliberate).

Only rules are that it is themed for woman, and 1 short narrative paragraph, or 6 lines of dialogue per post.


Walking alone into a bar at midnight on a Saturday was like wearing a sign that said – “Oh god I’m desperate!” Wearing a smokey gray halter-neck mini dress with black mesh stocking and your most flirty, heart accented, black pumps, was a message that you hoped the right woman would get.

 

[Stella_Omega]

The bar was smoky, indeed, and noisy, and crowded. There was barely room for you to insert yourself at the bar, pressed between festive-minded bodies. But with a drink in your hand, you could relax a little and scan the room. Maybe- just maybe- the right woman was here...

Because she wasn't anywhere else in this town.

 

[SophiaY]

Walking alone into a bar at midnight on a Saturday was like wearing a sign that said – “Oh god I’m desperate!” Wearing a smokey gray halter-neck mini dress with black mesh stocking and your most flirty, heart accented, black pumps, was a message that you hoped the right woman would get.

The bar was smoky, indeed, and noisy, and crowded. There was barely room for you to insert yourself at the bar, pressed between festive-minded bodies. But with a drink in your hand, you could relax a little and scan the room. Maybe- just maybe- the right woman was here...

Because she wasn't anywhere else in this town.

You’re glad there are no familiar faces in the crowd; you aren’t looking for sympathetic conversation, what you want is obliterating passion. You find an empty stool by the end of the bar; settle down on it with your daiquiri, and carefully cross your legs – the dress stops mid-thigh, and crossing them reveals the lacy rose edgings of your stockings. You sip the shaved-ice daiquiri; the sweet ice crystals melting like snowflakes on your tongue.

 

[toy!]

Walking alone into a bar at midnight on a Saturday was like wearing a sign that said – “Oh god I’m desperate!” Wearing a smokey gray halter-neck mini dress with black mesh stocking and your most flirty, heart accented, black pumps, was a message that you hoped the right woman would get.

The bar was smoky, indeed, and noisy, and crowded. There was barely room for you to insert yourself at the bar, pressed between festive-minded bodies. But with a drink in your hand, you could relax a little and scan the room. Maybe- just maybe- the right woman was here...

Because she wasn't anywhere else in this town.

You’re glad there are no familiar faces in the crowd; you aren’t looking for sympathetic conversation, what you want is obliterating passion. You find an empty stool by the end of the bar; settle down on it with your daiquiri, and carefully cross your legs – the dress stops mid-thigh, and crossing them reveals the lacy rose edgings of your stockings. You sip the shaved-ice daiquiri; the sweet ice crystals melting like snowflakes on your tongue.

As you scan the crowd you spot a few lovely ladies that show potential. Just thinking about a mind-blowing late nite encounter is enough to start that all to familiar moistness to start. Absently you un-cross and spread your legs slightly, letting the cool air waft towards your pussy. Hoping that a soft feminine hand will soon make the same journey. Out of one corner of your eye you spot a petite, raven-haired beauty smiling at you and walking straight towards the bar, empty glass in hand....

 

[SophiaY]

Walking alone into a bar at midnight on a Saturday was like wearing a sign that said – “Oh god I’m desperate!” Wearing a smokey gray halter-neck mini dress with black mesh stocking and your most flirty, heart accented, black pumps, was a message that you hoped the right woman would get.

The bar was smoky, indeed, and noisy, and crowded. There was barely room for you to insert yourself at the bar, pressed between festive-minded bodies. But with a drink in your hand, you could relax a little and scan the room. Maybe- just maybe- the right woman was here...

Because she wasn't anywhere else in this town.

You’re glad there are no familiar faces in the crowd; you aren’t looking for sympathetic conversation, what you want is obliterating passion. You find an empty stool by the end of the bar; settle down on it with your daiquiri, and carefully cross your legs – the dress stops mid-thigh, and crossing them reveals the lacy rose edgings of your stockings. You sip the shaved-ice daiquiri; the sweet ice crystals melting like snowflakes on your tongue.

As you scan the crowd you spot a few lovely ladies that show potential. Just thinking about a mind-blowing late nite encounter is enough to start that all to familiar moistness to start. Absently you un-cross and spread your legs slightly, letting the cool air waft towards your pussy. Hoping that a soft feminine hand will soon make the same journey. Out of one corner of your eye you spot a petite, raven-haired beauty smiling at you and walking straight towards the bar, empty glass in hand....

She finds an empty space beside you at the bar (thank the Goddess), and leans forward, trying to get the bartender’s attention. The smell of her perfumed hair sways you; the sight of her pale bare shoulders catches your breath. You think to yourself that lissome is one of the most beautiful adjectives that can belong to a woman. She half-turns and shrugging those wonderful slender shoulders, smiles at you.

 

[SexxyDevil69]

She finds an empty space beside you at the bar (thank the Goddess), and leans forward, trying to get the bartender’s attention. The smell of her perfumed hair sways you; the sight of her pale bare shoulders catches your breath. You think to yourself that lissome is one of the most beautiful adjectives that can belong to a woman. She half-turns and shrugging those wonderful slender shoulders, smiles at you.

Her smile urges you to lean toward her and kiss those soft full lips but you stop yourself before you lose control and just smile back at her. She brings one of her hands to your thigh and slowly moves it up and down. As you look back up to her face she lightly brushes her lips across yours but pushes a little harder wanting more of the taste of you. When she pulls away you see that she has a sexual haze gleaming in her eyes.

 

[toy!]

Her smile urges you to lean toward her and kiss those soft full lips but you stop yourself before you lose control and just smile back at her. She brings one of her hands to your thigh and slowly moves it up and down. As you look back up to her face she lightly brushes her lips across yours but pushes a little harder wanting more of the taste of you. When she pulls away you see that she has a sexual haze gleaming in her eyes.

your body shudders slightly as you take in her beauty close-up.. you put your hand on hers and press it into your thigh.. moving it slightly higher. Words are not needed as your lips graze hers again, this time a little pause, enough time for her tongue to snake out and taste you before she again pulls away.

 

[SexxyDevil69]

your body shudders slightly as you take in her beauty close-up.. you put your hand on hers and press it into your thigh.. moving it slightly higher. Words are not needed as your lips graze hers again, this time a little pause, enough time for her tongue to snake out and taste you before she again pulls away.

You two play the cat and mouse game just a little longer, when she stands up and drags you out of your stool. You walk onto the dance floor wondering what this beautiful stranger has in mind. You feel you pissy tingle with just the thoughts that of what might be in store. You make it to the middle to the dance floor and she pulls you closer to her so that you can feel every breath she takes and she can feel every shudder of your body.

 

[toy!]

You two play the cat and mouse game just a little longer, when she stands up and drags you out of your stool. You walk onto the dance floor wondering what this beautiful stranger has in mind. You feel you pissy tingle with just the thoughts that of what might be in store. You make it to the middle to the dance floor and she pulls you closer to her so that you can feel every breath she takes and she can feel every shudder of your body.

now standing on the dancefloor, starting to move together.. you can see how lovely she is, with deep pools of magic for eyes.. drawing you under her spell. Fortunately your heels are the same height as hers, so that your lips and breasts fit together naturally. Your arms wrap around her neck, caress her hair then move down her back.. embracing her and blowing hot breaths onto her sexy neck.. finally touching her neck with your lips

 

[SexxyDevil69]

now standing on the dancefloor, starting to move together.. you can see how lovely she is, with deep pools of magic for eyes.. drawing you under her spell. Fortunately your heels are the same height as hers, so that your lips and breasts fit together naturally. Your arms wrap around her neck, caress her hair then move down her back.. embracing her and blowing hot breaths onto her sexy neck.. finally touching her neck with your lips

Her skin is as soft as rose pedals and it makes you want to take her right there. You pull away from her neck taking a fist full of her hair and kiss her violently. She joins you in the kiss taking your tongue as much as you are going after hers. It turns into a small battle of who is going to take the lead and she slowly wins, making you surrender to her.

 

[kinkiinki]

Her skin is as soft as rose pedals and it makes you want to take her right there. You pull away from her neck taking a fist full of her hair and kiss her violently. She joins you in the kiss taking your tongue as much as you are going after hers. It turns into a small battle of who is going to take the lead and she slowly wins, making you surrender to her.

She kisses you deeply passionately. Our tounge studs meeting. You flick your tounge over hers as your hands caress her body. She engulfs your mouth with hers the kisses more intense, desperate, needing.

She guides your hand to her breasts.

 

[SophiaY]

(Brought up to date, and slightly edited)

Walking alone into a bar at midnight on a Saturday was like wearing a sign that said – “Oh god I’m desperate!” Wearing a smoky gray halter-neck mini dress with black mesh stocking and your most flirty, heart accented, black pumps, was a message that you hoped the right woman would get.

The bar was smoky, indeed, and noisy, and crowded. There was barely room for you to insert yourself at the bar, pressed between festive-minded bodies. But with a drink in your hand, you could relax a little and scan the room. Maybe- just maybe- the right woman was here...

Because she wasn't anywhere else in this town.

You’re glad there are no familiar faces in the crowd; you aren’t looking for sympathetic conversation, what you want is obliterating passion. You find an empty stool by the end of the bar; settle down on it with your daiquiri, and carefully cross your legs – the dress stops mid-thigh and crossing them reveals the lacy rose edgings of your stockings. You sip the shaved-ice daiquiri; the sweet ice crystals melting like snowflakes on your tongue.

As you scan the crowd, you spot a few lovely ladies that show potential. Just thinking about a mind-blowing late nite encounter is enough to start that all to familiar moistness to start. Absently you un-cross and spread your legs slightly, letting the cool air waft towards your pussy. Hoping that a soft feminine hand will soon make the same journey. Out of one corner of your eye you spot a petite, raven-haired beauty smiling at you and walking straight towards the bar, empty glass in hand....

She finds an empty space beside you at the bar (thank the Goddess), and leans forward, trying to get the bartender’s attention. The smell of her perfumed hair sways you; the sight of her pale bare shoulders catches your breath. You think to yourself that lissome is one of the most beautiful adjectives that can belong to a woman. She half-turns and shrugging those wonderful slender shoulders, smiles at you.

Her smile urges you to lean toward her and kiss those soft full lips but you stop yourself before you lose control and just smile back at her. She brings one of her hands to your thigh and slowly moves it up and down. As you look back up to her face she lightly brushes her lips across yours but pushes a little harder wanting more of the taste of you. When she pulls away, you see that she has a sexual haze gleaming in her eyes.

Your body shudders slightly as you take in her beauty close-up... you put your hand on hers and press it into your thigh. Moving it slightly higher. Words are not needed as your lips graze hers again, this time a little pause, enough time for her tongue to snake out and taste you before she again pulls away.

You two play the cat and mouse game just a little longer, when she stands up and drags you out of your stool. You walk onto the dance floor wondering what this beautiful stranger has in mind. You feel you pussy tingle with just the thoughts that of what might be in store. You make it to the middle to the dance floor and she pulls you closer to her so that you can feel every breath she takes and she can feel every shudder of your body.

Now standing on the dance floor, starting to move together... you can see how lovely she is, with deep pools of magic for eyes. Drawing you under her spell. Fortunately, your heels are the same height as hers, so that your lips and breasts fit together naturally. Your arms wrap around her neck, caress her hair then move down her back.. embracing her and blowing hot breaths onto her sexy neck... finally touching her neck with your lips

Her skin is as soft as rose pedals and it makes you want to take her right there. You pull away from her neck taking a fist full of her hair and kiss her violently. She joins you in the kiss taking your tongue as much as you are going after hers. It turns into a small battle of who is going to take the lead and she slowly wins, making you surrender to her.

She kisses you deeply passionately. Our tongue studs meeting. You flick your tongue over hers as your hands caress her body. She engulfs your mouth with hers the kisses more intense, desperate, needing.

She guides your hand to her breasts.

Your trembling palm touches the side of her breast. For a second, the world dissolves around you two – but you can’t forget the world. This is too much, too soon. You let go of her and half-stumbling turn around and stride out of the laughter, the music, the smell of liquor and perfume, the scent of yearning, into the warm night.

 

[OzDvl]

You try and catch your breath, this is crazy, you don't even know this beautiful strangers name yet her touch was electrifying and left goosebumps on your skin. While your head is swimming with visions of the moment just shared with this spell bounding women your thoughts get interrupted as you feel the warm breath on the back of your neck of someone standing behind you. You turn around hoping against all hope that the warm delicate breath belongs to your sexy red headed vixen

 

[SophiaY]

A gentle bump up, if anyone is interested in continuing this...

 

[Guest]

You try and catch your breath, this is crazy, you don't even know this beautiful strangers name yet her touch was electrifying and left goosebumps on your skin. While your head is swimming with visions of the moment just shared with this spell bounding women your thoughts get interrupted as you feel the warm breath on the back of your neck of someone standing behind you. You turn around hoping against all hope that the warm delicate breath belongs to your sexy red headed vixen

It is not her but you knew that all along as dreams just dont come true, especially not for you. When would it ever happen to you? When would you have the opportunity to love and be love and have great sex in the same relationship? SInce that day with the red-head you have been searching for her and you see her in every smile and every tv commercial. Will you ever see her again?

 

[SophiaY]

The redhead smiles over your shoulder at the ebony haired girl that holds you in her arms. Maybe it’s the music, the sultry sound of the saxophone caressing every chord with the tongue of a siren. Maybe it’s the air, tasting of alcohol and dozens of perfumes, warm from the heat of dancing bodies. Maybe it’s the moment, the pure sensuality – whatever it is, the woman in front of you smiles back with abandon, and the redhead puts her hands on your hips, and you all dance together; three notes that made one sinuous melody.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

You talked me into it Fem...

“I want you like this” the redhead breathes into your neck. You anticipate feeling her body pressed against yours… and you ache for her nipples to brush against your back, through the soft fabric of your dress. With the redhead’s hands still insistently on your hips, the ebony beauty in front of you moves in with one of her hands anchoring itself on the back of the redhead’s neck; her other hand roams up and down the back of the redhead’s body, now following the movement of female hips, now crawling up curvaceous flesh. You are wedged by lust. You let your own hands slide lightly over her hips, your fingers playing in the rippling creases of red velvet. You move your thigh between hers, feeling the fabric of her skirt stretch and slide to accommodate your leg. The music, together with the anticipation of sex is overwhelming and you close your eyes as your mouth moves into an expectant smile.

 

[neonflux]

continuation...

“I want you like this” the redhead breathes into your neck. You anticipate feeling her body pressed against yours… and you ache for her nipples to brush against your back, through the soft fabric of your dress. With the redhead’s hands still insistently on your hips, the ebony beauty in front of you moves in with one of her hands anchoring itself on the back of the redhead’s neck; her other hand roams up and down the back of the redhead’s body, now following the movement of female hips, now crawling up curvaceous flesh. You are wedged by lust. You let your own hands slide lightly over her hips, your fingers playing in the rippling creases of red velvet. You move your thigh between hers, feeling the fabric of her skirt stretch and slide to accommodate your leg. The music, together with the anticipation of sex is overwhelming and you close your eyes as your mouth moves into an expectant smile.

As she bends her head towards you to meet your anticipation, she presses her lips to yours, insistently forcing her tongue into your mouth. The red velvet shoulder of her dress falls, revealing stunningly beautiful curves, a delicate collarbone, chocolate brown skin contrasting against the pale snow of yours. Your hand on her hip pulls your bodies closer together and you can feel her cleft pressing against the top of your thigh through the thin fabric that covers it. After what seems like an eternity, the two of you part for breath and you turn your neck, your eyes now taking in the startlingly green pupils of the red head still pressing herself to your back as her hands grip yours. Locking your movements from behind, she whispers into your ear...

 

[neonflux]

bumping this up again

looking forward to the next installment...

 

[Guest]

Nirvana said we need some action. Let's get them out of this bar

"let's get out of here. You can bring your friend if you want but i would rather have you all to myself"

You turn to her - now entirely ignoring the other girl, and you kiss her full on the lips - eagerly and hungrily. "i want you too and i think we should go now...", you say as you take her hand and lead her away, with a sympathetic, yet tender look in the direction of the other girl who has already started dancing provocatively with the man next to her.

 

[SophiaY]

Updated

Walking alone into a bar at midnight on a Saturday was like wearing a sign that said – “Oh god I’m desperate!” Wearing a smoky gray halter-neck mini dress with black mesh stocking and your most flirty, heart accented, black pumps, was a message that you hoped the right woman would get.

The bar was smoky, indeed, and noisy, and crowded. There was barely room for you to insert yourself at the bar, pressed between festive-minded bodies. But with a drink in your hand, you could relax a little and scan the room. Maybe- just maybe- the right woman was here...

Because she wasn't anywhere else in this town.

You’re glad there are no familiar faces in the crowd; you aren’t looking for sympathetic conversation, what you want is obliterating passion. You find an empty stool by the end of the bar; settle down on it with your daiquiri, and carefully cross your legs – the dress stops mid-thigh and crossing them reveals the lacy rose edgings of your stockings. You sip the shaved-ice daiquiri; the sweet ice crystals melting like snowflakes on your tongue.

As you scan the crowd, you spot a few lovely ladies that show potential. Just thinking about a mind-blowing late night encounter is enough to start that all to familiar moistness to start. Absently you uncross and spread your legs slightly, letting the cool air waft towards your pussy. Hoping that a soft feminine hand will soon make the same journey. Out of one corner of your eye you spot a petite, raven-haired beauty smiling at you and walking straight towards the bar, empty glass in hand....

She finds an empty space beside you at the bar (thank the Goddess), and leans forward, trying to get the bartender’s attention. The smell of her perfumed hair sways you; the sight of her pale bare shoulders catches your breath. You think to yourself that lissome is one of the most beautiful adjectives that can belong to a woman. She half-turns and shrugging those wonderful slender shoulders, smiles at you.

Her smile urges you to lean toward her and kiss those soft full lips but you stop yourself before you lose control and just smile back at her. She brings one of her hands to your thigh and slowly moves it up and down. As you look back up to her face she lightly brushes her lips across yours but pushes a little harder wanting more of the taste of you. When she pulls away, you see that she has a sexual haze gleaming in her eyes.

Your body shudders slightly as you take in her beauty close-up... you put your hand on hers and press it into your thigh. Moving it slightly higher. Words are not needed as your lips graze hers again, this time a little pause, enough time for her tongue to snake out and taste you before she again pulls away.

You two play the cat and mouse game just a little longer, when she stands up and drags you out of your stool. You walk onto the dance floor wondering what this beautiful stranger has in mind. You feel you pussy tingle with just the thoughts that of what might be in store. You make it to the middle to the dance floor and she pulls you closer to her so that you can feel every breath she takes and she can feel every shudder of your body.

Now standing on the dance floor, starting to move together... you can see how lovely she is, with deep pools of magic for eyes. Drawing you under her spell. Fortunately, your heels are the same height as hers, so that your lips and breasts fit together naturally. Your arms wrap around her neck, caress her hair then move down her back.. Embracing her and blowing hot breaths onto her sexy neck... finally touching her neck with your lips

Her skin is as soft as rose petals and it makes you want to take her right there. You pull away from her neck taking a fist full of her hair and kiss her violently. She joins you in the kiss taking your tongue as much as you are going after hers. It turns into a small battle of who is going to take the lead and she slowly wins, making you surrender to her.

She kisses you deeply passionately. Our tongue studs meeting. You flick your tongue over hers as your hands caress her body. She engulfs your mouth with hers the kisses more intense, desperate, needing.

She guides your hand to her breasts.

Your trembling palm touches the side of her breast. For a second, the world dissolves around you two – but you can’t forget the world. This is too much, too soon. You let go of her and half-stumbling turn around and stride out of the laughter, the music, the smell of liquor and perfume, the scent of yearning, into the warm night.

You try to catch your breath, this is crazy, and you don't even know this beautiful stranger’s name yet her touch was electrifying and left goosebumps on your skin. While your head is swimming with visions of the moment just shared with this spell bounding women your thoughts get interrupted as you feel the warm breath on the back of your neck of someone standing behind you. You turn around hoping against all hope that the warm delicate breath belongs to your sexy red headed vixen.

It is not her but you knew that all along, as dreams just don’t come true, especially not for you. When would it ever happen to you? When would you have the opportunity to love and be love and have great sex in the same relationship? Since that day with the redhead, you have been searching for her and you see her in every smile and every TV commercial. Will you ever see her again?

“I want you like this” the redhead breathes into your neck. You anticipate feeling her body pressed against yours… and you ache for her nipples to brush against your back, through the soft fabric of your dress. With the redhead’s hands still insistently on your hips, the ebony beauty in front of you moves in with one of her hands anchoring itself on the back of the redhead’s neck; her other hand roams up and down the back of the redhead’s body, now following the movement of female hips, now crawling up curvaceous flesh. You are wedged by lust. You let your own hands slide lightly over her hips, your fingers playing in the rippling creases of red velvet. You move your thigh between hers, feeling the fabric of her skirt stretch and slide to accommodate your leg. The music, together with the anticipation of sex is overwhelming and you close your eyes as your mouth moves into an expectant smile.

As she bends her head towards you to meet your anticipation, she presses her lips to yours, insistently forcing her tongue into your mouth. The red velvet shoulder of her dress falls, revealing stunningly beautiful curves, a delicate collarbone, chocolate brown skin contrasting against the pale snow of yours. Your hand on her hip pulls your bodies closer together and you can feel her cleft pressing against the top of your thigh through the thin fabric that covers it. After what seems like an eternity, the two of you part for breath and you turn your neck, your eyes now taking in the startlingly green pupils of the red head still pressing herself to your back as her hands grip yours. Locking your movements from behind, she whispers into your ear...

"Let’s get out of here. You can bring your friend if you want but I would rather have you all to myself"
You turn to her - now entirely ignoring the other girl, and you kiss her full on the lips - eagerly and hungrily. "I want you too and I think we should go now..." you say as you take her hand and lead her away, with a sympathetic, yet tender look in the direction of the other girl who has already started dancing provocatively with the man next to her.

 

[sxxyblueyes]

Sorry to interupt but.. in the beginning of the story, the girl she meets up with is white (pale shoulders) and towards the end, she is black (ebony beauty)..

Not that it really matters a great deal- just pointing out some inconsistencies

But it's a great story so far!

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Thanks for the update Sophia, but...

... you left out your own post of 3 days back

 

[Nirvanadragones]

2nd draft...

Walking alone into a bar at midnight on a Saturday was like wearing a sign that said – “Oh god I’m desperate!” Wearing a smoky gray halter-neck mini dress with black mesh stocking and your most flirty, heart accented, black pumps, was a message that you hoped the right woman would get.

The bar was smoky, indeed, and noisy, and crowded. There was barely room for you to insert yourself at the bar, pressed between festive-minded bodies. But with a drink in your hand, you could relax a little and scan the room. Maybe- just maybe- the right woman was here...

Because she wasn't anywhere else in this town.

You’re glad there are no familiar faces in the crowd; you aren’t looking for sympathetic conversation, what you want is obliterating passion. You find an empty stool by the end of the bar; settle down on it with your daiquiri, and carefully cross your legs – the dress stops mid-thigh and crossing them reveals the lacy rose edgings of your stockings. You sip the shaved-ice daiquiri; the sweet ice crystals melting like snowflakes on your tongue.

As you scan the crowd, you spot a few lovely ladies that show potential. Just thinking about a mind-blowing late night encounter is enough to start that all to familiar moistness to start. Absently you uncross and spread your legs slightly, letting the cool air waft towards your pussy. Hoping that a soft feminine hand will soon make the same journey. Out of one corner of your eye you spot a petite, raven-haired beauty smiling at you and walking straight towards the bar, empty glass in hand....

She finds an empty space beside you at the bar (thank the Goddess), and leans forward, trying to get the bartender’s attention. The smell of her perfumed hair sways you; the sight of her pale bare shoulders catches your breath. You think to yourself that lissome is one of the most beautiful adjectives that can belong to a woman. She half-turns and shrugging those wonderful slender shoulders, smiles at you.

Her smile urges you to lean toward her and kiss those soft full lips but you stop yourself before you lose control and just smile back at her. She brings one of her hands to your thigh and slowly moves it up and down. As you look back up to her face she lightly brushes her lips across yours but pushes a little harder wanting more of the taste of you. When she pulls away, you see that she has a sexual haze gleaming in her eyes.

Your body shudders slightly as you take in her beauty close-up... you put your hand on hers and press it into your thigh. Moving it slightly higher. Words are not needed as your lips graze hers again, this time a little pause, enough time for her tongue to snake out and taste you before she again pulls away.

You two play the cat and mouse game just a little longer, when she stands up and drags you out of your stool. You walk onto the dance floor wondering what this beautiful stranger has in mind. You feel you pussy tingle with just the thoughts that of what might be in store. You make it to the middle to the dance floor and she pulls you closer to her so that you can feel every breath she takes and she can feel every shudder of your body.

Now standing on the dance floor, starting to move together... you can see how lovely she is, with deep pools of magic for eyes. Drawing you under her spell. Fortunately, your heels are the same height as hers, so that your lips and breasts fit together naturally. Your arms wrap around her neck, caress her hair then move down her back.. Embracing her and blowing hot breaths onto her sexy neck... finally touching her neck with your lips

Her skin is as soft as rose petals and it makes you want to take her right there. You pull away from her neck taking a fist full of her hair and kiss her violently. She joins you in the kiss taking your tongue as much as you are going after hers. It turns into a small battle of who is going to take the lead and she slowly wins, making you surrender to her.

She kisses you deeply passionately. Our tongue studs meeting. You flick your tongue over hers as your hands caress her body. She engulfs your mouth with hers the kisses more intense, desperate, needing.

She guides your hand to her breasts.

Your trembling palm touches the side of her breast. For a second, the world dissolves around you two – but you can’t forget the world. This is too much, too soon. You let go of her and half-stumbling turn around and stride out of the laughter, the music, the smell of liquor and perfume, the scent of yearning, into the warm night.

You try to catch your breath, this is crazy, and you don't even know this beautiful stranger’s name yet her touch was electrifying and left goosebumps on your skin. While your head is swimming with visions of the moment just shared with this spell bounding women your thoughts get interrupted as you feel the warm breath on the back of your neck of someone standing behind you. You turn around hoping against all hope that the warm delicate breath belongs to your sexy red headed vixen.

It is not her but you knew that all along, as dreams just don’t come true, especially not for you. When would it ever happen to you? When would you have the opportunity to love and be love and have great sex in the same relationship? Since that day with the redhead, you have been searching for her and you see her in every smile and every TV commercial. Will you ever see her again?

You move back inside into the warmth of the bar, and find the first girl that looks remotely attractive, to dance with...

Meanwhile, the redhead smiles over your shoulder at the ebony haired girl that holds you in her arms. Maybe it’s the music, the sultry sound of the saxophone caressing every chord with the tongue of a siren. Maybe it’s the air, tasting of alcohol and dozens of perfumes, warm from the heat of dancing bodies. Maybe it’s the moment, the pure sensuality – whatever it is, the woman in front of you smiles back with abandon, and the redhead puts her hands on your hips, and you all dance together; three notes that made one sinuous melody.

“I want you like this” the redhead breathes into your neck. You anticipate feeling her body pressed against yours… and you ache for her nipples to brush against your back, through the soft fabric of your dress. With the redhead’s hands still insistently on your hips, the ebony beauty in front of you moves in with one of her hands anchoring itself on the back of the redhead’s neck; her other hand roams up and down the back of the redhead’s body, now following the movement of female hips, now crawling up curvaceous flesh. You are wedged by lust. You let your own hands slide lightly over her hips, your fingers playing in the rippling creases of red velvet. You move your thigh between hers, feeling the fabric of her skirt stretch and slide to accommodate your leg. The music, together with the anticipation of sex is overwhelming and you close your eyes as your mouth moves into an expectant smile.

As she bends her head towards you to meet your anticipation, she presses her lips to yours, insistently forcing her tongue into your mouth. The red velvet shoulder of her dress falls, revealing stunningly beautiful curves, a delicate collarbone, chocolate brown skin contrasting against the pale snow of yours. Your hand on her hip pulls your bodies closer together and you can feel her cleft pressing against the top of your thigh through the thin fabric that covers it. After what seems like an eternity, the two of you part for breath and you turn your neck, your eyes now taking in the startlingly green pupils of the red head still pressing herself to your back as her hands grip yours. Locking your movements from behind, she whispers into your ear...

"Let’s get out of here. You can bring your friend if you want but I would rather have you all to myself"
You turn to her - now entirely ignoring the other girl, and you kiss her full on the lips - eagerly and hungrily. "I want you too and I think we should go now..." you say as you take her hand and lead her away, with a sympathetic, yet tender look in the direction of the other girl who has already started dancing provocatively with the man next to her.

 

[SophiaY]

Sorry to interupt but.. in the beginning of the story, the girl she meets up with is white (pale shoulders) and towards the end, she is black (ebony beauty)..

Not that it really matters a great deal- just pointing out some inconsistencies

But it's a great story so far!

I only complied (and forgot my latest entry - thanks N) and did a little light cleaning up of typos, etc. Afterwards, I realized that insconsistency (sighing).

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