tribadism

[sinnamongyrl]

Don't be bashful, tell us more.

not bashful,,,,just a great way,,eye to eye contact,,,,been a LONG time since i have done this with another woman,,,,,,nice though,,,,,easy way to cum

 

[Nirvanadragones]

in tandem and at lenght...

It starts with her teasing smile, and soon... my arms wrapped around her in a strong tight grip. Hypnotising kisses. Then surging bites to my neck and breasts and stomach. She turns me over and lies on top of me, her body warm and naked and good against mine. She is caressing my neck and back and shoulders. Kissing, licking, biting and breathing hot lusty breathes. She moves against me and I can feel her wetness spread over my back and my ass. It's intoxicating. More grinding and fucking movements with the anticipation of what is to come….

She spends hours making me moan and ask and beg. I'm saying her name. Sweat and wetness and heat and oh it's hot.

Then she lays back and pulls me down on top of her. The heat when she spreads her legs apart to accommodate me makes me edge close to orgasm. We kiss. Her mouth is warm and sweet. Our legs fall into an interlaced pattern and I feel her thigh firm and warm between my legs. I start pressing rhythmically against her
as she rises to meet me. Grinding hips together... – syncopated harmony edging us forwards. I feel the anxious lips of my sex crushing against hers. Grind, swivel, thrust…. Knowing how hot I am, how wet I am ...– our wetness is everywhere. It's raw and real, yet gentle and beautiful.

We spend ours in bed playing and exploring each other's bodies, listening to the unspoken language of our bodies.

Fuck. Sleep. Fuck some more.

 

[yourkiddinme]

When?

It starts with her teasing smile, and soon... my arms wrapped around her in a strong tight grip. Hypnotising kisses. Then surging bites to my neck and breasts and stomach. She turns me over and lies on top of me, her body warm and naked and good against mine. She is caressing my neck and back and shoulders. Kissing, licking, biting and breathing hot lusty breathes. She moves against me and I can feel her wetness spread over my back and my ass. It's intoxicating. More grinding and fucking movements with the anticipation of what is to come….

She spends hours making me moan and ask and beg. I'm saying her name. Sweat and wetness and heat and oh it's hot.

Then she lays back and pulls me down on top of her. The heat when she spreads her legs apart to accommodate me makes me edge close to orgasm. We kiss. Her mouth is warm and sweet. Our legs fall into an interlaced pattern and I feel her thigh firm and warm between my legs. I start pressing rhythmically against her
as she rises to meet me. Grinding hips together... – syncopated harmony edging us forwards. I feel the anxious lips of my sex crushing against hers. Grind, swivel, thrust…. Knowing how hot I am, how wet I am ...– our wetness is everywhere. It's raw and real, yet gentle and beautiful.

We spend ours in bed playing and exploring each other's bodies, listening to the unspoken language of our bodies.

Fuck. Sleep. Fuck some more.

Ok. When, oh when are you gonna submit a story to Lit? Or have I missed it-cause if I have please send me the link to your stuff. I can only imagine what a story would do to me! I almost fell out out if my chair over this!

 

[toy!]

OMFG Nirvana .... that sounds soooo HOT

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Ok. When, oh when are you gonna submit a story to Lit? Or have I missed it-cause if I have please send me the link to your stuff. I can only imagine what a story would do to me! I almost fell out out if my chair over this!

Thank you

I read your comments two days ago, and have been carrying it around with me ever since Isn't it strange that as writers we may receive so much constructive feedback that we develop a skin as thick as leather, yet still stay sensitive enough to feel the gentle brush of a feather?

Thank you again for this beautiful gift of feedback.

Regarding submitting a story (at the risk of sounding patronizing, please know i am not!) , i publish my work - therfore i choose not to submit my stories to lit. Not yet anyway. I am currently working on some poetry and a story, and do plan on submitting that sometime in 2006.

 

[yourkiddinme]

Your VERY welcome!

Thank you

I read your comments two days ago, and have been carrying it around with me ever since Isn't it strange that as writers we may receive so much constructive feedback that we develop a skin as thick as leather, yet still stay sensitive enough to feel the gentle brush of a feather?

Thank you again for this beautiful gift of feedback.

Regarding submitting a story (at the risk of sounding patronizing, please know i am not!) , i publish my work - therfore i choose not to submit my stories to lit. Not yet anyway. I am currently working on some poetry and a story, and do plan on submitting that sometime in 2006.

I am glad my comment put a smile on your face! You are most welcome.

I understand the constructive feedback-I am currently at school (Art Major working on Masters) and I too have built a rather thick skinned approach to criticism and like you, I am always pleasently surprized and delighted when I receive a thoughtful comment. It's as if it were a drug. I understand the professors thrive on the angry comments as a means to get me off my ass and do better....even when I win the majority of the competitions and such. It works and I appreciate them for it -- even if it does piss me off at the time.

I look forward to your story in 2006! I think that deserves a !!

 

[Guest]

It starts with her teasing smile, and soon... my arms wrapped around her in a strong tight grip. Hypnotising kisses. Then surging bites to my neck and breasts and stomach. She turns me over and lies on top of me, her body warm and naked and good against mine. She is caressing my neck and back and shoulders. Kissing, licking, biting and breathing hot lusty breathes. She moves against me and I can feel her wetness spread over my back and my ass. It's intoxicating. More grinding and fucking movements with the anticipation of what is to come….

She spends hours making me moan and ask and beg. I'm saying her name. Sweat and wetness and heat and oh it's hot.

Then she lays back and pulls me down on top of her. The heat when she spreads her legs apart to accommodate me makes me edge close to orgasm. We kiss. Her mouth is warm and sweet. Our legs fall into an interlaced pattern and I feel her thigh firm and warm between my legs. I start pressing rhythmically against her
as she rises to meet me. Grinding hips together... – syncopated harmony edging us forwards. I feel the anxious lips of my sex crushing against hers. Grind, swivel, thrust…. Knowing how hot I am, how wet I am ...– our wetness is everywhere. It's raw and real, yet gentle and beautiful.

We spend ours in bed playing and exploring each other's bodies, listening to the unspoken language of our bodies.

Fuck. Sleep. Fuck some more.

YES PLEASE

 

[nikkiblue]

This makes me CUM quicker than any man EVER could.I think i may give men up altogther.Not very useful to me any longer.

 

[Guest]

tribbing or the thread or the post below yours?

 

[Nirvanadragones]

I am glad my comment put a smile on your face! You are most welcome.

I understand the constructive feedback-I am currently at school (Art Major working on Masters) and I too have built a rather thick skinned approach to criticism and like you, I am always pleasently surprized and delighted when I receive a thoughtful comment. It's as if it were a drug. I understand the professors thrive on the angry comments as a means to get me off my ass and do better....even when I win the majority of the competitions and such. It works and I appreciate them for it -- even if it does piss me off at the time.

I look forward to your story in 2006! I think that deserves a !!

Thank you again. I managed to see quite a few art exhibitions over the past couple of months and bought a few pieces (rolls eyes at credit card bill) One of the pieces i bought is from an African artist. We had coffee together, and she mentioned to me that the piece i bought she had destroyed and redesigned 17 times...

 

[yourkiddinme]

Thank you again. I managed to see quite a few art exhibitions over the past couple of months and bought a few pieces (rolls eyes at credit card bill) One of the pieces i bought is from an African artist. We had coffee together, and she mentioned to me that the piece i bought she had destroyed and redesigned 17 times...

Sounds like a excellent artist--one that is on a continous quest for what is perfect in her mind's eye and well as a better way to accomplish it through the media she is using. One of my old professors always preached "How do you ever expect to learn anything - if you don't continually stop and access what you are doing and how you are doing it? How can you do it better?" I have always tried to hunt for perfection in my artwork. I cannot tell you how many ways/views that I have either painted or scuplted the female form in various medias. When I was a child, (I began drawing formal portraits at 10 years old) my family & friends would save anything that I did. I can remember family & friends digging stuff out of the trash cans. Telling me I was crazy for throwing this stuff away. If it isn't perfect to me in my mind then it will not be on display and I just don't want to be reminded of my failures. Then as I got on to more advanced studies & more formal education I would have to lock everyone out. Friends and family have/had suggested to me to keep this trash as a reference point to go back to. But I refuse. For whatever reason they have a hard time grasping the concept of me being to remember what I have done and where I have been on a particular study. What it all comes down to is:I will know that it is what I want when I see it an hopefully others will see it as well. It is not entirely uncommon for artists to destroy and totally begin again. Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on! I just had a rumble about this very subject the other night with a friend.

 

[playwithlezli]

Care to share your most erotic tribbing acts?

perhaps then this is what Shakespeare really meant when he said "and therin lies the rub"

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Shakespeare was a dyke?

perhaps then this is what Shakespeare really meant when he said "and therin lies the rub"

"To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;”

 

[playwithlezli]

"To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;”

Maybe Shakespeare was a dyke or a cross-dresser-have you seen some of his outfits?

Or maybe he was a voyeur dreaming of watching some fair maidens tribbing.

Or....maybe it is time for another coffee...

 

[SophiaY]

Shakespere's era was both more conflicted and more openly enthralled with the question of gender-bending than most...

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Twelfth Night... I've always adored the Viola/ Cesario character.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

foreplay...

i cannot help but wonder what happens next...

 

[neonflux]

To trib and trib some more

Again at tandem and at length, kisses left throughout the boards and on her lips and neck, collarbone (never to be forgotten) and breasts and nipples, and stomach. Turning her over now and exploring with lips and tongue and fingers her shoulders, spine down to the last vertebrae, then on buttocks, outer thighs, moving inside to her sweet cleft, parting it ever so gently, exploring again not only with eyes and tongue and fingers but with heart and soul, experiencing her responsiveness we press mons to mons, clit to clit, cleft to cleft in an ongoing sharing of wetness and lust and love, melting into each other until all that is left is the warm afterglow of our desire, now sated, and the connection that binds us, mind, body, cunt, soul...

thank you, sweet

It starts with her teasing smile, and soon... my arms wrapped around her in a strong tight grip. Hypnotising kisses. Then surging bites to my neck and breasts and stomach. She turns me over and lies on top of me, her body warm and naked and good against mine. She is caressing my neck and back and shoulders. Kissing, licking, biting and breathing hot lusty breathes. She moves against me and I can feel her wetness spread over my back and my ass. It's intoxicating. More grinding and fucking movements with the anticipation of what is to come….

She spends hours making me moan and ask and beg. I'm saying her name. Sweat and wetness and heat and oh it's hot.

Then she lays back and pulls me down on top of her. The heat when she spreads her legs apart to accommodate me makes me edge close to orgasm. We kiss. Her mouth is warm and sweet. Our legs fall into an interlaced pattern and I feel her thigh firm and warm between my legs. I start pressing rhythmically against her
as she rises to meet me. Grinding hips together... – syncopated harmony edging us forwards. I feel the anxious lips of my sex crushing against hers. Grind, swivel, thrust…. Knowing how hot I am, how wet I am ...– our wetness is everywhere. It's raw and real, yet gentle and beautiful.

We spend ours in bed playing and exploring each other's bodies, listening to the unspoken language of our bodies.

Fuck. Sleep. Fuck some more.

 

[playwithlezli]

Again at tandem and at length, kisses left throughout the boards and on her lips and neck, collarbone (never to be forgotten) and breasts and nipples, and stomach. Turning her over now and exploring with lips and tongue and fingers her shoulders, spine down to the last vertebrae, then on buttocks, outer thighs, moving inside to her sweet cleft, parting it ever so gently, exploring again not only with eyes and tongue and fingers but with heart and soul, experiencing her responsiveness we press mons to mons, clit to clit, cleft to cleft in an ongoing sharing of wetness and lust and love, melting into each other until all that is left is the warm afterglow of our desire, now sated, and the connection that binds us, mind, body, cunt, soul...

thank you, sweet

ahhhhhhhhhhhh........

 

[Guest]

Again at tandem and at length, kisses left throughout the boards and on her lips and neck, collarbone (never to be forgotten) and breasts and nipples, and stomach. Turning her over now and exploring with lips and tongue and fingers her shoulders, spine down to the last vertebrae, then on buttocks, outer thighs, moving inside to her sweet cleft, parting it ever so gently, exploring again not only with eyes and tongue and fingers but with heart and soul, experiencing her responsiveness we press mons to mons, clit to clit, cleft to cleft in an ongoing sharing of wetness and lust and love, melting into each other until all that is left is the warm afterglow of our desire, now sated, and the connection that binds us, mind, body, cunt, soul...

thank you, sweet

Lovely image Neon. In the late 70's early 80's tribbing was a huge thing in the circles i moved in pun not intended. I have been a lesbian for as long as i can remember and have been through the free love hippie stage into the campy 80's through the changing 90's and now i am here. Tribbing has always been part of sex, but i don't think it is the ultimate. That might be because i am a butch/ top/ pitcher you call it what you want. I like to give pleasure and if tribbing is part of that then that is ok but i prefer to have my ladies on their backs begging for more.

 

[neonflux]

That might be because i am a butch/ top/ pitcher you call it what you want. I like to give pleasure and if tribbing is part of that then that is ok but i prefer to have my ladies on their backs begging for more.

Begging...

And yes, I also remember the days when penetration was seen as an imitation of male patriarchy

 

[SophiaY]

Begging...

And yes, I also remember the days when penetration was seen as an imitation of male patriarchy

Still is among many in the community, or I should say, "wearing" is stil a conflicted topic outside the butch/femme crowd.

 

[cherrypi28]

This really intirgues me... thank you women so much for your experiences.... I was blown away. I have found that seeing this in a movie is a huge turn on for me.... thinking maybe i need to go out and try it for myself.....

 

[neonflux]

As always and in echo...

Yes, in tandem and at length - thank you for all of the beautiful and intensely erotic thoughts you scatter like little flowers and sparkling gems throughout the boards...

It starts with her teasing smile, and soon... my arms wrapped around her in a strong tight grip. Hypnotising kisses. Then surging bites to my neck and breasts and stomach. She turns me over and lies on top of me, her body warm and naked and good against mine. She is caressing my neck and back and shoulders. Kissing, licking, biting and breathing hot lusty breathes. She moves against me and I can feel her wetness spread over my back and my ass. It's intoxicating. More grinding and fucking movements with the anticipation of what is to come….

She spends hours making me moan and ask and beg. I'm saying her name. Sweat and wetness and heat and oh it's hot.

Then she lays back and pulls me down on top of her. The heat when she spreads her legs apart to accommodate me makes me edge close to orgasm. We kiss. Her mouth is warm and sweet. Our legs fall into an interlaced pattern and I feel her thigh firm and warm between my legs. I start pressing rhythmically against her
as she rises to meet me. Grinding hips together... – syncopated harmony edging us forwards. I feel the anxious lips of my sex crushing against hers. Grind, swivel, thrust…. Knowing how hot I am, how wet I am ...– our wetness is everywhere. It's raw and real, yet gentle and beautiful.

We spend ours in bed playing and exploring each other's bodies, listening to the unspoken language of our bodies.

Fuck. Sleep. Fuck some more.

 

[neonflux]

I think that I hang out to much with younger folks these days...

Didn't realize it was still an issue with so many - seems to be less of one among the younger women I know, or is that a presumption on my part? Isn't it sad, though, when one allows a prejudice or political ideology to limit one's own enjoyment of life? I have black friends who won't eat watermelon because of the awful stereotypes associated with it. Back to sex, certainly for those gals who really don't like penises, there are other alternatives... Does this reticence still extend itself to hand penetration, as well (don't have anyone in my personal circle for whom that's the case)? Please say no - aren't a woman's hands (our lesbian sex organ) are always totally "of woman" when used to pleasure in this way...

Still is among many in the community, or I should say, "wearing" is stil a conflicted topic outside the butch/femme crowd.