June 10th, 2004
|01:58 pm - A challenge for the ladies!|
Alright. I thought about making this required to stay on my friend's list, but that sounded harsh. Here's my challenge (to tide me over as I work on the stories from the last entry):
To the women on my friends-list!
Write me the story of the first time (or your favourite time) you "experimented" or fooled around with another woman.
If you have never done it, make it up.
But don't tell me you're making it up. It's more fun if I just assume you're telling the complete truth!
Best one, truth or not, wins a special prize.
Current Mood: enthralled
Current Music: "Livingston's Gone to Texas", -JB
Hmmm.. I'll have to figure out which one was the first......
Well I, for one, am glad you didn't make this a mandatory 'friend' thing. 'Cuz, whether I have or not is mine alone to know until i publish my memoires. 9And/or book of erotica) Thanks very much;>) :>P
Like I said, you can always make one up. :)
Not everyone is up to sharing, though. I understand that.
Of course, there's the possibility of an anonymous post, but then I can't give a prize!
Bah, too easy :)
Besides, Penthouse letters tend to be really boring.
You won't be getting any stories from me unless/until I know what the prize is. (pfffffft!)
Secrets secrets secrets...plus a memory that has a few holes in it...he he...can't remember which one came first..sorry charlie...
|Date:||June 10th, 2004 11:47 am (UTC)|| |
Re: Define best....
I'm just as much about humour as I am about titilation :)
You want me to write about girls????
If you can do that, maybe I can write Clex?
I know how to get my friends to do stuff.
Well, some of them. Others are just stubborn. :)
You can just let me know where it's posted. :) Thank you for playing :)
ok fine, but I want a story about the first time you ever fooled around with a guy....
so realy, seriosly, totally happened. I was 16, and my "friend" at the time, asked me if i wanted to have a threesome with her and her bf. well i was horibly attracted to my bf, but i had never even considered being with a woman myself....
I was scared, had no idea what to do, but 1 bottle of wine later, and finger were creeping up my thighs like the small dainty dragon flys that danced around us, saying they had a right o be there.
i'm kinda picky about women these days, but Kennna, mmmm kenna, to this day I have the longerst record of eating a girl out of anyone I know. 1.5 hours. and she made me stop, put her feet on my shoulders, and pushed me away.
Thank you :)
And you'll get that story.
I think I'd be up for that. I'll give you story - completely non-fiction. ;-) I'll post it on my lj as soon as I get the chance. (going camping this weekend.)
A story rather. Sheesh. My typos just get worse and worse.
This should be fun..
I'll post mine on the blazingquills
community, using my brunahild
journal to do so.. I'll have it posted before the night is over..
|Date:||June 11th, 2004 07:52 am (UTC)|| |
Re: This should be fun..
Nice. Thank you :)
Tisk, tisk. I'd be happy to tell you a story or two, remind me on messanger.
Re: Here it is...
OK, the one thing I forgot to ask was if it was suppossed to be just a one-on-one thing or if could involve a group, since I have two rather amusing stories involving myself & at least one other woman. Neither are my first exactly, but they're more interesting than my old college buddy, Rita, kissing me on a streetcorner in downtown Erie (which was probably the first, unless it was when she & I made out in the playground). But the one-on-one thing happened before the other
This one happened at my friend Stacy O's apartment, back in my "green hair" days. Stacy's was an interesting place, mostly because Stacy herself was a very interesting & free-thinking person. And I learned a great deal about life there- mostly by exploring various vices. Like drinking. This particular event took place at my 21st Birthday Party.
It progressed as most 21st birthday parties do & I was sprawled on Stacy's couch. This kid I'd never met before decided it would be fun to play with my feet. Which would have been fine except that it somehow involved him trying to pull my toes apart. Which hurt. A lot. He learned quickly that just because a girl can't walk vertically doesn't mean she can't do other things with her legs. Like kick. Rita came over to see what was wrong with me, since like most things I did in those days, the kicking involved some very loud swearing as well (although in this case it wasn't just me doing the swearing). And being the good friend that she was, she offered to kiss my foot & make it better.
Well, now, I was certainly not about to turn down such a kind offer, so I grinned at her & assurred her that if she kissed it, my foot would indeed feel much better. So she knelt down on the floor in front of me & gently raised up my leg. I'd expected her in her way to kiss it very theatrically & with much pomp & circumstance. Instead, she began to suck on my big toe and massage my foot with her hands. (I *love* foot massages). And she preceeded on the rest of the toes, all while massaging my foot. At the end of this, she decided that my other foot must be feeling left out, so she proceeded to repeat everything on the other foot. And all I had to do was lay back on teh couch & enjoy it. I don't really remember much of the evening after that.....
The real punchline though? If you asked her, she would deny it ever happened. I have witnesses, though. :)
|Date:||June 14th, 2004 06:08 am (UTC)|| |
Re: Here it is...
Haha. Very good, and very inspiring :)
Thank you! I was hoping that you'd write one for me :) That one was good. I liked the mystery :)
"Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes."
Marquis de Sade
Mossy tendrils crept down, slithering across cool brown roots. Soft muted reds spread out along the sky, breaking to make way for thin vibrant rays of light. The air danced by, playing in the tree tops until the leaves rustled in delight before falling to the earth to lay a carpet of dew upon parched blades of grass.
"Will you stay?" her voice trailed off as she rose to her feet.
She appeared as a white lily opening in the morning. Her legs extended down from beneath her torso as svelte perfection. The slight nook behind her knee gave way to the softest flesh and her calves, still soft to the touch, found themselves decorated with the patterns the grass had imprinted onto them. Toenails painted a pale yellow sat within shinning gold sandals; her foot peeking out through the straps and her arch rising up to meet the heel.
White and simple, her dress rested on her shoulders before pouring down like milk over her body. It followed the lines of her body: draping down her back, tightening in at her waist, meeting the contour just above her ass. She stood stoic, long graceful arms at her sides, her slender hands ending in a pale yellow nail polish, and her head turned to face the setting sun. Yet, all the while her dress moved upon her, caressing.
"Will you stay?" she asked again, turning her head until out eyes met.
Those beautiful eyes, they were as the sea. They knew no depths and the colours swirled within them, caught in a never ending storm. Her auburn hair was set ablaze by the setting sun; framing her face in soft curls, hanging to her waist in thick waves.
"And if I do." I said.
"If you do," she whispered, "I shall never leave you."
I smiled. I smiled and I laughed, watching the sadness build up within her eyes. She turned her face away from me, her berry lips quivering.
"You know it shall never be." I softly replied, moving my hand out towards her. "You know and you torture yourself still."
She looked down upon my hand, her fingers reaching out for mine.
"Then lie to me." she pleaded. "Lie to me and tell me...."
"Lie to you?" I sighed. "I have been doing nothing but."
"Then say it."
I looked upon her face while tracing along the back of her hand; it felt like cool rose petals.
"I can never say it." I whispered, leaning my face in to hers. "I can never say it."
I kissed her. Pressing my lips against hers, engulfing the softness that can only be described as lips. I laid my tongue upon her, parting her until I felt the warmth inside her mouth. I tucked my tongue beneath hers, then raising it up to slide against the roof of her mouth before pulling it back over her lips. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her up against me; she smelled like the Asian ocean and wild flowers, she tasted like a thick red wine. Her breasts pushed up against me, her body stiffened before she fell limp within my arms.
My hands fell to their wicked ways; one curving around her waist and the other reaching up to her breasts. I laid a trail of kisses down her face, stopping to tug ever so slightly at her ear lobe. My tongue darted out along her neck, forcing a small trail of kisses and salvia down to her collar bone as I gentle squeezed her nipple between my fingers. I latched my mouth upon her shoulder, biting down into the soft flesh, convinced it would melt away. She gasped softly, whether it was at the feeling of my teeth upon her or my fingers tugging gently at her nipple I did not know. I could smell only her. I could feel only her. I could want only... her.
I removed my teeth from her and scooped my hand beneath her knees, lifting her up into the night sky. Laying her down upon the bed of grass I tore open her dress, adoring one breast with my hand and the other with my mouth. Her breathing was heavier now, her chest rose and fell like the waves, her heat beat pounding.
I tore her dress down further, moving my mouth down her stomach, placing soft kisses upon her and stopping to bury my teeth just below her navel for a brief moment. I reached my hand down, my fingers finding their way between her thighs. I caressed her, using my index and middle fingers to explore. Moving my fingers along her I looked up at her.
"And will you pray to me." I asked.
"Yes." she said, her voice straining as my fingers entered her. She was warm and moist, soft and filled with a soft wetness.
"You will forsake." I said.
"Yes." she whispered, as I slid a third finger within her and began to slowly curl them.
"You will give it freely." I said.
"Yes." she whispered, reaching her hand down to caress the top of my head.
"You will...." I said.
"Yes... yes..." she whispered as I moved my fingers gently out of her and then back in.
I placed a kiss upon her inner thigh and then raised my mouth to find her. My tongue circled her clitoris as I slid my fingers in and out of her. I could feel her back arch up as her thighs gave way to me. The time between her breaths grew shorter, her breathing more intense. Her head tilted back, her lips slightly parted. A slight gasp escaped her as I felt her throb from the inside. Curling to the tug her body gave, my fingers rested within her as my tongue moved gently around them.
I slowly removed myself from her, rising up to face her. I placed one hand to her breasts, reaching up to her soft pink nipple and twirling it between my fingers. My other hand I brought back down between her thighs, reaching my fingers up inside her.
"Again," I whispered, pressing my mouth to her, pushing my tongue against her tongue.