Women Rock: 5 Sexy F/F Erotica Stories by CJ

My name is Taylor, Taylor O. Blake; the “O” according to my ex-boyfriend stands for oversexed. Now, with that little tidbit aside, I’m compelled to tell you my personal inside story. A true tale of how a little bit of sexual promiscuity, straight or gay, can change one’s life -- forever. This all happened – only one week ago. And now, without guilt, without shame, and without consequence from God or any living human being -- my story now unfolds...

Chapter One

It was a warm June evening. A Friday night, and I found myself home...alone, again. My boyfriend, Richard, was away on business, a trip to France. He travels there, to Champagne, often, on behalf of his company, “Wines of Europe,” as a buyer in the wine import industry. And me, I work 9-5 as a web-advertising consultant. Basically, I purchase ad spots for start-up businesses.

My boss, Sally Anderson, treats me like a genuine goddess, and I – well, I’ve secretly fallen in love with her. For years, I’ve looked at her with a seductive eye and yet, somehow, I’ve controlled my deeply hidden sexual wants and desires for her. Mostly by satisfying my latent and ever festering carnal needs for her -- through my lover, Richard. How many nights I had lain at his side and pretended that he, muscle building Richard, was my Sally with her soft and plushy breast snuggled up warm and tight against me.

I found many ways to stop myself from seducing her, ways to control my urges to be intimate with her. Oh, I’ve felt these feelings before, with others, but this was a whole new chemistry that enveloped me toward Sally and it was simply maddening. My boss, my beloved, was just too damned straight!

Turning off the TV, I went to my bedroom and stripped naked. I stood looking at myself in an old antique full-length mirror. I liked what I saw. My breasts were firm and, I must say, well naturally proportioned. As I ran my hands over them – my nipples responded and formed a pair of dark magenta thimbles that poked up from the aureole centers; a small mystery this wee formation, one that still amuses me when they are touched or kissed or suckled upon.

Turning my butt to the glass, I looked over my shoulder and studied my ass. This pleasant view convinced me that my exercise routines were worth all the time and effort that I spent to keep myself nicely contoured. I could see that my flesh was firm and totally cellulite free. Yes, firm but my skin felt soft and oh so smooth to my own touch. I let my hands press gently around the silky cheeks and it felt nice, very nice. I felt a small pang of arousal and that too was nice.

I turned back and eyed myself further fixating on my tummy; I’m an inny, and a cute inny as far as navels go... My hands toured my hips and then I focused on my pubic patch of auburn strands and felt the hairs playfully with my fingertips. I begin fondling my pussy mound as I watched, amused, and thoughtless of what I was doing and of my immediate surroundings. With both hands I exposed the pink flesh of my clitoral appendage, and then a euphoric wave of pleasure engulfed my senses as I made little light circles around my now fully extended clitoris.

Moisture developed as my fingers toyed in with gentle, and deliberate, sensitive, plunges between the folds of my titillated flesh. A heavy breath, my own, and a deep inhale had signaled my increasing passion to reach self-gratification. And my thoughts took off on an instant excursion to a mental picture of my latest friend and lover, Richard. Rich, with his chiseled facial features now hovered flush over my upward gyrating, grinding pussy, his mouth suckled gently all around and everywhere about my clitoris and then he lapped his tongue in tempo to my quickening fevered pitch and to his own orgasmic-prompted oral madness.