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Happily married Nicole feels she is missing something in life. Marriage to her spouse Thomas is not giving her the thrills she so much yearns for. She eventually comes to grips with her strange impulse that keeps nagging away at her mind and body day after day, hour after hour, minute by minute. But unable to put her finger on it.

Watching an old movie on Netflix, a sexually charged lesbian conversation between the actresses give Nicole the epiphany she has been searching for. Soon she is focused on how to engage in the lesbian lifestyle.

Blindly she searches the internet, starting with Bi-sexual women. That turns into a front for a man searching of a threesome. Not what Nicole is looking for.  In the end, she discovers Elena, and the beautiful Latina lesbian initiates Nicole quickly into the passionate world of female on female sex.

This is a first for Candice Christian. This story is a blending of two previous stories ‘Wrestling Mothers Club’ and ‘Cat and Mouse’. The same characters from the previous stories, Dani, Alexa, Joy and Rhonda meet up and decide to compete in a nude tag team wrestling match. Falls are won by orgasm only. That mean no pins or submissions.

These rules make for a steamy story and it will be asking for more, to see what develops further with the quartet of grappling girls.  Check out her author page or reach out to her on email.

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Candice Christian has suggested she plans to have the four women from ‘Cat and Mouse’ and ‘Wrestling Mothers Club’ meet in a new sequel ‘Wrestling Domination’. It brings together, Joy and Dani taking on Rhonda and Alexa.

It seems Alexa has been a member of the Wrestling Mothers Club for some time. When Rhonda learns of this,  she just knows this will open a whole new world for her and her slave Alexa.  It’s not long and the Rats are chasing the Pussies.

Keep watching here for more developments on the project.

 

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Wrestling Mothers Club

 I forced myself to slow down. I would at least finish chewing my mouthful of salad before ripping into her for keeping this secret from me for so long.

 “When did you have a kid?” I almost shouted, speaking as if I had a mouth full of bread, as I had been caught so off guard by her statement that I had started speaking with my mouth still full of salad. Danielle just laughed at me.

 “I guess that’s just the name the name the league started with… you don’t actually have to be a mother to join. There is no Mother’s test” She teased.

 We were having lunch at the diner around the corner from the office and I looked around with embarrassment after my outburst, hoping no one from our office was within earshot.

 Danielle, or Dani as I have called her almost since we first met, and I have been best friends for ten years. We bonded almost instantly upon her first starting with our small firm. Sitting at lunch she had just nonchalantly mentioned that she has been wrestling other women in a `Wrestling Mothers Club’ for almost a full year.

 My initial response was more a result of the shock I felt from hearing about this for the first time. Dani and I share everything, there were no taboos, or at least I thought there weren’t. That was a big part of why I was so stunned to learn that she had been doing this for almost a year and this was the first I was hearing of it.

 Deep breathe, trying not to chew like a cow, but anxious to get to my next several hundred questions, I was genuinely surprised by the anger that was welling up inside of me. This was a real betrayal. How could she not have mentioned this earlier, we talk about everything, there is nothing Dani doesn’t know about me. Yet she had been in a `WRESTLING’ league for nearly a year and this was the first I was hearing of it.

 “How did you get started?” I managed to stammer after a premature swallow of my half chewed salad.

 You remember Sally? She used to work in HR”

 “How could I forget, she used to dress for work like she was soliciting money for sex!”

 Dani chuckled and said, “Well she mentioned it to me and I figured I would give it a go, it is the best exercise I have ever gotten.”

 This was undoubtedly true as it takes us back to how this conversation got started. Dani has always been very heavy ever since I met her ten years ago. At a short 5 foot 1 inch tall, I would guess she was usually around 150 pounds. She is fortunate in as much as she is very curvy, a good deal of her extra weight can be found in her ample breasts, and while she has always worn her weight well, there was no hiding the fact that she was a junk food junkie. I never considered Dani to be fat though, her extra weight fit her bubbly personality and her eighties style teased hair frames her round face perfectly. I have always considered Dani to be extremely cute, but it is possible that her amazing personality plays a huge role in how unbelievably adorable I find her. Regardless of my mood, Dani has always been able to cheer me up just be walking into the room. That is such a rare gift that I have treasured our close friendship since we met, and I would dare say that I have never been as close with anyone as I am with Dani.

Still, I could not believe what I was hearing. A calming wave settled over me as I realized Dani was pulling my leg.

“Dani, you’re so full of it, you really had me going there for a second. Now really, tell me how you lost those twenty pounds or you really will be in a wrestling match much sooner than you expect.”

“I am not pulling your leg, I really am in a wrestling league, and if you wanna know for sure, go ahead and come at me. I will have you crying mercy before your back hits the floor.” She said with her trademark chuckle making the last two words sound like part of her laugh.

As I stared at her I could tell by her eyes that she was telling the truth. My calm was being replaced with the surprising anger I felt just a few moments prior, “How the hell did you not mention this earlier? I seriously want to kick your ass right now” I said without a trace of humor.

Her cold stare brought me back down to earth as she uttered two words I could tell she meant.

“Try it!”

A few moments of silence followed as I pondered the fact that in our ten years of friendship this was the closest we had ever come to an argument.

“I am sorry” I conceded. “It just really hurts to hear that you have been doing something like this for almost a year and this is the first that I am hearing of it.”

 “Well I wasn’t sure how you would take it, I mentioned it to Deke and he wanted to watch, he even had me matched up with a wife of a friend of his. Big breasted Amazon named Anna. That started out alright but it ended pretty nasty”

 Dani’s husband Deke was perhaps one of the lecherous people I have ever met, so I could see where she might be concerned about telling anyone else.

 “I am not Deke, and could you really see me trying to take advantage of you over it?”

 “That’s why I am telling you.”

 “Yeah, nearly a year late.”

 Against my will a smile came across my face. I told Dani she was buying lunch and that was the end of my angst. I could not sit across the table from her and seriously be angry with her for more than a moment. Although she is a good ten years older then me, her smooth round face makes her appear that we are nearly the same age. Looking into those green eyes on her cherubic face, I could not possibly stay angry.

“You’re the stingiest boss I have ever had.” She replied with a chuckle and we were back on solid ground.

 “So does Deke still line up opponents to wrestle?” of all the questions I had I don’t know why I asked this first.

“No way!” she replied, “And he was totally pissed when I told him I was rolling around with that big titted amazon again at the club. He was totally shocked at me.”

We spent the next 30 minutes with Dani answering my seemingly unending stream of questions about her secret hobby. I was completely infatuated with the topic.

 

Cat and Mouse

Rhonda

 Overly developed for her age of eighteen, Rhonda had a body that reflected the cheerleader she was at her last year of high school. Long, blonde hair, large blue eyes, full, pouty lips, a truly beautiful girl. But her body was what she was most proud of. She worked out at the gym as often as possible, creating a tight upper body that supported full, 34C breasts. They were set off by her tiny waist, washboard abs that pouted above her usual skimpy belly shirt, and rather full, round yet very firm ass. Her legs were slender, but the thighs muscular and almost always encased in skin-tight jeans or miniskirt. She particularly liked to wear the latest stretch leggings and Sketchers that the girls her age were wearing, with tiny belly tank tops.

 The leggings helped accentuate her legs and ass, and drew the most admiring stares. Rhonda’s clothes were always perfectly picked for the day, as revealing as possible, and always to show off her sexy young body. When she was in the mall with her girlfriends, she always noticed the boys–and some girls–eying her with more than idle interest. She knew they were playing fantasies out in their minds as she swayed by in her sexiest walk.

 She had had several boyfriends, but they were starting to bore her. They all had the same technique, very tiring. Her eye was beginning to wander to the female bodies she noticed in the mall and at the movies–and at school. It had started with just checking out what her girlfriends were wearing to more detailed interest. Focusing on the supple movement of asses under tight jeans, short skirts and wondering how a cheek would feel to her hand. Looking for a stray nipple through a sheer blouse and thinking about how it would harden to her tongue. Watching for an attractive, sexy girl to lick her moist lips and imagining what it might be like to press her lips against another girl’s. Nothing had happened yet with another girl, but she felt she was ripe for the moment. She would fantasize about one or two of the girls at school on the team, or perhaps a saleslady at one of the clothing stores. She just sensed the moment was drawing near for that magically erotic experience.

 Rhonda had been babysitting for the Franklin family over a year. Roger Franklin was always on business trips out of town, and his wife Alexa was always involved in some social occasion and going out until late at night. Alexa Franklin was a stunning brunette with dark, sensual Mediterranean features.

 Beautiful, emerald green eyes, abundant dark brown hair, thick and pouty Mediterranean lips. She always wore quite a bit of makeup when she went out and was proud of her long, perfectly manicured blood-red fingernails. For a woman in her late thirties, Alexa’s body was incredible! Perhaps 36D tits, wasp-like waist, tight, full ass cheeks. Her clothes were what Rhonda thought she’d eventually be wearing when she got to Alexa’s age.

 She tended to wear tight, form-fitting leather jeans, tank tops, short, tight skirts. Even just around the house when Rhonda was over, Alexa’s jeans or shorts were usually tight and sexy. Always in either high heel stilettos or boots, Alexa turned many heads–including Rhonda’s. Over the last few months, the young girl was beginning to admit the older woman into her fantasies while bringing herself off at home alone.

 Alexa and Roger had a couple of young children, who went to bed early, so the night was usually left up to Rhonda until Alexa came home. In the first few weeks, Rhonda did the standard watching TV or reading. However, in time, she began to get curious about Alexa’s private world and would go through her lingerie drawer and fondle various silk panties and bras.

 Eventually, she would put the panties to her nose and inhale the clean, slightly musky odor at the crotch. It helped add to the intensity of her beginning fantasies about the dark older woman. After a few months, she finally began to explore the Franklin’s laptop which, was, oddly enough, set up at a small desk in the bedroom. Rhonda easily manipulated the programming until she got to a personal document file under Alexa’s initials and found that she actually wrote sex stories for the Amazon!

 Being curious about sex in general and really curious about Alexa Franklin’s sexuality in particular, Rhonda was just dying to get into her computer and check out her secret sex files. The young girl was more than curious–she was terribly and extremely excited to see them. Rhonda knew she wrote stories about sex, but thought they would be pretty tame stuff. What she read, however, she couldn’t believe. Rhonda couldn’t believe all the things she was reading about this sexy older woman! They were very hard core lesbian! So dirty, such filth! She was into kinky S&M! Alexa liked to be dominated, most of all by women–she liked to have her tits slapped!

 What a whore! And worst of all some of the things were so HOT! Alexa was one hot bitch! For some reason the idea of this gorgeous older woman being kind of slutty and definitely kinky really turned Rhonda on. A lot! The high school girl would sit at the screen reading Alexa’s personal stories and fantasies and get incredibly horny. Rhonda started masturbating to her stories. It was very strange, because it was in the woman’s bedroom. Her bedroom was like a part of her. It was like Rhonda was masturbating in front of the older woman. It was almost like having sex with the woman! The girl would read about all the sexy things she did, how she sucked some woman’s pussy and then thanked her for the privilege or drank her pee. Rhonda would pretend she was the woman, her Mistress, and Alexa was her precious little obedient slave. That would really turn the girl on. The idea of controlling and dominating the sexy older woman was intoxicating. And not just controlling her, that would be cool in itself but controlling her sexually,making her a sex slave! Most of her stories are about female to female domination with her as the slave, so Rhonda created a fantasy world with herself as Alexa’s dominatrix!

 After discovering these stories and reading them for a few weekends, Rhonda started noticing Alexa very differently. The girl would imagine her in the sex acts she described. When Rhonda looked at the woman, she saw her on her knees satisfying a woman with her mouth. When Alexa greeted her at the door for a babysitting night and got ready for her night out, Rhonda started actually checking out her ass and huge jutting tits. Looking at her breasts, sizing her up, watching her full lips as she wet them with her tongue, Rhonda could taste them. The girl couldn’t help fantasizing about the voluptuous older woman. The more she read about her on the computer, the more Rhonda thought about her. Rhonda had the hots for Alexa!

 The sexy young track star would stare at the woman’s tight ass and think how pretty it looked. She would wonder what it would be like to touch it and rub her face against it and kiss it. To pry open those cheeks, bury her nose in the crack and take a long, sexy smell at the woman’s asshole. Rhonda started to develop a passionate crush on Alexa Franklin! Rhonda would fantasize about being Alexa’s girlfriend and kissing her, seeing her naked, what her pussy looked like and tasting it. Perhaps going out on a date with her to the movies, holding hands, necking in the back of the theater. On one hand, the torrid sexual thrill of lesbian dominance, on the other a romantic picture of two girlfriends on a date. She couldn’t get the woman out of her head!

 Finally, Rhonda decided that she wanted the older woman to be her bitch. She knew the buxom brunette was a sub lesbian slut and wanted her for herself. Needless to say, it became awkward around Alexa when she came over to babysit.

 Rhonda decided if at all possible to seduce the older woman! If the woman was as big a slut as she portrayed herself in her stories it was going to be easy. But she didn’t dare just put the moves on her. What if she was turned off? Then things would really be awful between them. And what if her husband found out? So she decided to go very slowly. Rhonda had to figure out how to seduce this sexy, gorgeous female! The scheming girl decided to work all her girlish charms on this woman.

Will You Live With Me

They lie in the sun together on a beach in Cannes, close enough to the sea so that the water rhythmically laps at their toes. They are both nude above the waist, having removed the tops of their swimsuits as soon as they arrived. It’s early morning and hardly anyone is on the sand, the beach deserted under a pale blue sky, the summer heat not yet evident. They lie on their sides facing each other, gazing at each other, their eyes locked in the customary way of lovers who lock their eyes together to confirm their love.

 The older one is the larger woman, large breasts and round hips, a full-curved body she finds unaesthetic even if her lover says she finds it appealing. The older one has gray in her dark hair, gray at the temples, gray eyes and a firm face. The younger one is a blonde, a long slender body with small breasts and hardly any hips. The younger one has long thighs and legs and feet that can excite the older one clothed or unclothed, on a street or in a room, anywhere at all, but always when they recline together like this, facing each other, their knees barely touching, their two bodies parallel, their breasts almost kissing.

 At noon, they don their beach robes and leave the beach to return to their room in the hotel. Their bodies are still warm, the smell of the sea still fresh in their hair. Once inside their room, the older one locks the door and moves to the younger one to take her in her arms and kiss her. Their mouths fuse, the older one’s mouth sucking in the lips of the other. The younger woman’s red lipstick is now smeared, and when their lips part, the older woman licks around the mouth of the younger woman to clean the smeared lipstick away. Now the younger woman’s face is wet from the kissing and licking, the moisture glistening on her skin. The older woman strokes her lover’s face with her fingertips, a slow stroking along her temple and down her cheek to her chin.

 “I adore you,” the older woman says. “Are you happy here?”

 The younger woman’s cheeks are flushed. “Oh, Alice, you know I am.”

 “Should we go out to lunch somewhere or have it on the beach?”

 “I don’t care. Whatever you want.”

 “All right, we’ll go somewhere. You can wear that little yellow dress we bought for you in Paris.”

 The younger woman smiles. “Yes!” Then she adds: “I need to pee, I’ll be right back.”

 The older woman watches her as she hurries away. Alice loves her. She tells herself that she loves Bette with all her soul. Bette is the woman she has always wanted. Here in Europe they can enjoy each other in a way impossible at home. At home they live apart, two separate lives, brief meetings in the afternoon or evening, but never the intimacy they now have.

 Alice sits down on the bed and closes her eyes. Her dream is to have Bette with her always, she and Bette living together as a couple, their bond revealed to the world.

 When Bette returns, Alice beckons to her and the younger woman approaches to stand in front of Alice and look down at her with bright eyes. Alice glances at the door to remind herself that it’s locked, then she slides her hands under Bette’s robe, up along the backs of Bette’s thighs to cup her buttocks through her bikini. Bette closes her eyes and murmurs as Alice’s hands fondle her. The room is silent, warm, not even a breeze from the open window that looks out on the sea. The afternoon promises to be as lovely today as it was yesterday.

 Her fingers tugging at Bette’s bikini, Alice pulls the little garment down Bette’s thighs and legs and then off Bette’s feet. Then Alice’s hands rise under the robe again, sliding upwards to once more cover Bette’s buttocks with her palms, stroking Bette’s skin, over the compact globes and then into the groove between them. Then her right hand slides around to Bette’s front and then underneath to reach back and stroke Bette’s buttocks again. With a sigh of contentment, Alice rests her forehead against Bette’s belly as her middle fingertip finds Bette’s anus and gently penetrates it, just the opening first with the tip of her finger, then after a while half her finger inside the warm passage.

Bette closes her eyes. Now the sounds of the seagulls can be heard, the squawks of the birds floating into the room as Alice turns her head to lie her cheek against Bette’s robe. Bette shifts her feet on the carpet, widening her legs a bit as Alice’s finger continues to probe her body. Alice responds by pushing the finger more deeply inside the opening, pushing deep until Bette groans.

 Alice pulls her head back and she looks up at Bette’s face as she gently turns her finger in Bette’s ass. “Am I hurting you, love?”

Her eyes still closed, Bette shakes her head. “No, not at all.”

 When Alice tugs at Bette’s robe, Bette understands what Bette wants and she slips off the robe and tosses it onto the bed. Bette is now naked, her face flushed, her legs apart, her back arched, her eyes closed again as Alice’s finger moves slowly in her ass.

 Alice now has her eyes on Bette’s pubis, the small patch of blonde hair on the mons, the lips below hairless, the top of the slit visible. With her finger still inside Bette’s ass, she tilts her palm upward and presses it against Bette’s sex to feel its wetness. Then she finds the opening of the cunt with her thumb and she pushes her thumb inside it until the last knuckle of her thumb is pressed against the mouth of Bette’s vagina.

 “Do it,” Alice says. “Do it while I work you. I want you to come.”

 A soft moan escapes Bette’s lips as she slides her right hand down over her belly to find her clitoris. Using two fingers, she starts a circular rubbing of her clitoris as Alice’s fingers move slowly in her cunt and ass.

 The seagulls are quiet again. A small white cloud has appeared from nowhere to drift near the horizon. The faint wail of a police klaxon dies out somewhere in the city. Bette tilts her head up and opens her mouth as the orgasm arrives.

* * *

 They have lunch on the terrace of a café near the Hotel Majestic. Alice is always proud to be in public with Bette, happy to show the world the beauty of her lover, the admiration in her lover’s eyes.

 Bette wears a yellow summer dress, her lovely shoulders and arms bare, her eyes still bright with the pleasures she experienced earlier. Alice tells herself she adores this young woman. She adores Bette’s face and body now tinted beige by the sun. She adores Bette’s poetic nature, the musings revealed to her when they enjoy the arts together. In only three months they have become passionate lovers, and during this time in Europe their love has deepened immensely. Alice is happy. She feels so warm toward Bette, so loving, wanting her at every moment, always gazing at her with a mixture of lust and love that makes each hour an adventure.

 Now Alice shifts her body in her chair and says, “”I have a proposal.”

 Bette looks at her. “A proposal?”

 “Yes, dear, a proposal. I want you to move in with me when we return home. My place is certainly large enough for the two of us. I want us to be together always.”

 Bette smiles. “A marriage proposal?”

 “If you want to see it that way. I suppose we could do that also. But the most important thing is that we be together. Will you do it, sweetie?”

 Bette hesitates. She looks away, gazes at a couple at another table, a young man and young woman holding hands as they talk. Then she turns to Alice again.

 “I don’t know,” Bette says. “I’ve never lived with anyone and I don’t think I’d like it. Alice, everything is so fine the way it is, why can’t we just keep it that way?”

 Alice tries to hide her disappointment by squirming in her chair, changing the angle of her body, moving her hands on the table. She feels a sudden weakness in her legs, a tightness in her chest. Then she stops fidgeting and she remains immobile, motionless. Bette watches her. They watch each other. Again, Alice tells herself that she’s hopelessly in love with the girl. She gazes at Bette’s face, at the beauty of her lightly rouged lips.

 “Let’s go back to the hotel,” Alice says. “We’ll rest awhile, and then we’ll go shopping on the boulevard. Would you like that, darling?”

 Bette smiles and looks happy. “Oh yes. You know how much I love shopping.”

 * * *

 Inside their hotel room, neither of them are thinking about shopping on the boulevard. Certainly not Alice. She’s kneeling before Bette, who sits naked in one of the easy chairs near the window with her legs over the arms, her thighs spread wide to show her sex, her palms on her belly with her fingertips just touching her labia. Alice slowly runs her hands over Bette’s smooth legs and down the insides of her thighs to her groin. Their hands meet, their eyes meet, and then Bette pulls her hands away from her belly to leave the field to Alice.

 With a gentle tug at Bette’s waist, Alice urges her to slide forward on the seat of the chair and then pull her knees even further back. Now Bette is completely exposed, everything visible, her thighs flexed, her legs dangling over the arms of the chair, a faint blush on her face.

 Alice is still disappointed by Bette’s refusal to live with her, but the joy of having Bette like this pushes her disappointment into a corner of her mind. She loves doing it this way, having a lover spread out like this, a feast waiting for her. She remembers so many women on chairs like this, so many cunts waiting for her mouth. She always loves it. Good lord, you’re a lech, Alice thinks.

 She leans forward to sniff at Bette first, to get her scent again, to get the musk of Bette’s sex in her nose. She’s thankful Bette hasn’t yet washed away the hours since the morning, the mixture of natural scents and faint perfume that makes a cunt so alluring to her. Alice sniffs at the top of Bette’s sex and then lower down, her nose barely touching the younger woman’s body. Bette’s cunt is wet, the lips gaping. Her clitoris remains covered by its hood, but the flesh around it looks engorged. Alice is always thrilled to see a lover’s cunt swollen with desire.

 Finally, Alice starts licking her, the insides of her thighs first, wet licking near Bette’s sex, then lightly over the outer lips, then down again, lower down to the perineum, then over the little knot of the anus, then back again to the slit of Bette’s cunt and up to the hood of her clitoris, all with her tongue alternately licking and fluttering like a butterfly against Bette’s flesh.

 Then Alice moves her face in, presses her mouth against the cunt, a light grazing at first, then more pressure, grinding a bit, then sucking all of the cunt into her mouth, the flaps of Bette’s labia sucked between her teeth, her tongue extending to scour the opening of Bette’s vagina. Alice’s nose is now pressed against Bette’s clitoris as she moves her face in all directions, her nose rubbing the clitoris, massaging the bud in its hood. Then down to the vaginal opening again, her mouth on it, her tongue scooping the fluids, mixing Bette’s juices with her own saliva, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing.

 Now Alice’s nose slides inside the mouth of Bette’s vagina to get the full scent of her cunt, Alice’s face rotating so that her nose widens the opening, pushes in, pulls out, pushes in again. And while her nose does this, her tongue extends its full length to reach down to flutter against Bette’s anus, slide over it, tickle it, the tip of her tongue sensing the ring of the sphincter, caressing it, tapping against it.

 When Bette groans and pulls at Alice’s hair, Alice withdraws her nose from Bette’s vagina and she rubs the wet tip of her nose against Bette’s clitoris, against the hood, pushing the hood back with her nose to expose the little nub. Alice finally sucks the protuberance of swollen flesh into her mouth, fastening her lips on it and tugging at it as she presses her mouth more forcefully into Bette’s crotch and vigorously shakes her face to bring Bette to orgasm.

 As Bette cries out, her thighs trembling, Alice keeps her mouth locked on Bette’s sex, her lips sucking hard at Bette’s clitoris, two fingers now sliding into Bette’s pulsing vagina to feel Bette’s contractions. Finally, as Bette’s spasms lessen, Alice moves her tongue to Bette’s urethra, probes it to get some of the brine that has come to the opening during Bette’s climax. She sucks at it, adds it to the mix already in her mouth, and then she kisses Bette’s sex one last time before pulling her face away from Bette’s thighs.

 Alice looks at the younger woman, at the slender body, the legs up, the cunt still dripping. You’re an old dyke, Alice thinks. Never mind living together, settle for the feast. She leans forward and kisses Bette’s knee.

 

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Brand new erotic lesbian romance Loving Lindsey, by Candice Christian, is the latest tale of  hot women in love. If you have read Hot for Teacher, you will love Loving Lindsey! Read an excerpt from the story:

Lindsey allowed herself to be pulled out the door and down to the parking

lot. The fresh air brought her back to her senses. She looked down to her

hand, opened it and saw that Lee Anne had slipped her her phone

number. “Well, fuck me,” thought Lindsey to herself. “All this time I’ve

known Lee Anne, and I’ve never known.” She slipped the paper into her

tight jean pocket.

 

 “What just happened in there, Marti?” Lindsey stopped the girl as they

arrived at the truck.

 

 “Nothin’ and everythin’, sweetie. Nothin’ and everythin’. I think you

just got your first girl-kiss. You know you liked it, right?” Marti

pulled Lindsey to her and put her arm around her waist. Their leather

jackets creaked as they rubbed together.

 

 “Well, yeah, I guess. But I never did that before, and I know everyone

there.” Lindsey felt the warmth of the girl’s body against hers.

“Who gives a shit, girlfriend? Live your life. You know we’re both turned

on. You don’t owe them nothin’, Lindsey. Just go with what you’re feeling.

And I’m gonna rock your world, baby.” With that, Marti swung Lindsey around

and pushed her back against the truck.

 

She pressed her full body against Lindsey’s. Their breasts mashed together. Marti

wrapped her arms tightly around Lindsey’s waist and squeezed her hard, jean-covered

ass cheeks with both hands. Lindsey could feel those long nails digging into her ass. She

raised her arms and draped them around Marti’s neck. The sun had long

since set, so the parking lot was fairly dark. But Lindsey was losing her

self-consciousness. Passion was beginning to take over. She had never

felt these feelings for another girl before, but it was uncontrollable.

 

The two gorgeous girls remained locked in each other’s arms, their huge

tits mashed against each other, gazing in each other’s eyes. Marti moved

her leg between Lindsey’s. Each had a thigh pressing against each other’s

cunt. They began grinding slowly. Lindsey couldn’t believe she was doing

this in the parking lot of the diner.

 

Their mutual gaze dropped from eyes

to lips. Slowly, Marti began moving her face toward Lindsey’s. She smiled

seductively. Slowly the distance closed. Marti slid her tongue out and

wetly licked her full, bee-stung lips. Lindsey was getting wetter and

starting to lose control of her emotions. She could feel the cunt juice

leaking onto her thong under the tight jeans in reaction to the mutual cunt

grinding.

 

She watched Marti’s lips and tongue getting closer until they

were only an inch or two away. The gold tongue stud waved hypnotically in

front of her. She could smell the mint on her breath that she had popped

on the way out. Her sweet breath….

 

“Mmmmmmm. Hey, sweetie. You are one hot, hot babe. Do you know that?”

Marti whispered into Lindsey’s flushed face. “I’ve wanted you since you

picked me up. I think you feel the same, don’t you?” It was a question

Marti knew the answer to, but she wanted Lindsey to speak it.

 

Lindsey’s armpits were sweating under her black leather jacket. She could

feel Marti’s hands squeezing her ass cheeks and their cunts grinding

together. The erotic smell of perfume, leather and pussy juice was

starting to envelope them in a cloud. Her nipples were hardening, her

sweet breath was coming quicker. This was decision time.

 

“Uh, uh, Marti….. I can’t believe this. But I do want you too. I do.

You are makin’ me so fuckin’ wet, I can’t believe it! No guy has made me

this horny since I can remember…. oh, sweetheart, you are making me so

crazy……” Lindsey ground harder.

 

“So you want me, Lindsey? You want me? You like my lips, baby? Do you like

these wet lips?” Marti licked her lush lips again, making them shine with

extra saliva.

 

“Oh, yes, baby, yeah! Your lips are so sexy! So wet! They’re so pretty

and full. Oh, shit, I can’t believe I feel like this, Marti!” Lindsey’s

long nails reached up into Marti’s soft hair and clutched it. Marti’s

mouth was still only an inch or two away.

 

The sexy young girl whispered slowly, hotly. “So what do you want, baby?

You want me to kiss you? Do you want this hot, young stripper to kiss

those luscious, wet girl-lips? Do you want my full lips on yours? Do you

want me to make out with you? You wanna make out? You want me to kiss

you, Lindsey? Huh? You want to swap spit with me? Taste my mouth? You

want my tongue on yours? You want to suck tongues? Tell me, baby. Tell

me what you want.” Marti’s mouth was so close, so close to Lindsey’s……

 

This intimacy and nasty talk was making Lindsey lose it. “Oh, fuck yeah!

You’re such a slut, Marti. Yeah I wanna kiss you. I wanna make out with

you here in the parking lot. I don’t care who sees us. I wanna feel your

sweet lips on mine, I wanna taste your hot spit in my mouth, suck your

tongue, suck that stud in your tongue. Please kiss me, Marti, let me kiss

you. Oh, shit, my cunt is so wet now. Kiss me, baby.” Lindsey drew Marti’s

face closer until their lips almost touched and they smelled each other’s

breath.

 

Suddenly Marti’s tongue was close enough to lick Lindsey’s lips, flicking,

tasting the lipstick. Lindsey could feel the stud on her lips. With a groan

from each girl, their lips locked again. But this time Marti slid her

tongue into the woman’s mouth. Lindsey had pulled Marti’s head over and her

mouth descended on the girl’s, the young stripper’s tongue sliding down her

throat. Marti’s head was turning back and forth; her tongue was everywhere

– rubbing gums, the roof of her mouth, overpowering the blonde’s tongue.

 

Lindsey had eagerly parted her lips, and Marti’s tongue wiped around her

teeth. Lindsey opened her teeth to let the tongue into her warm inner

sanctum. Their tongues dueled inside the blonde’s mouth. Two flat, long,

wet girl-tongues wiping around and over each other. Marti’s tongue stud

erotically scraped along the flat spitty surface of Lindsey’s mouth muscle.

 

Marti licked the roof of Lindsey’s mouth, then under her tongue, then to the

insides of each cheek. She tasted every inch of the busty blonde’s inner

mouth. Saliva flowed from one girl’s mouth to the other’s and then back

again. Then the spittle leaked out of their lips onto their chins, making

them slick with sweet saliva and smearing lipstick. Marti gave Lindsey’s ass

one last squeeze then slid her hands up along the black leather jacket

covering her back, rubbing her manicured hands all over the soft, supple

kidskin. She loved the feel of the leather, especially knowing she was

making out with the beautiful woman who was wearing it. Teeth clicked

against each other as the girls’ mouths widened and deepened the kiss.

Their faces were at right angles so they could increase the passion of the

make-out session.

 

Suddenly a car passed slowly and a window went down. Lindsey became aware of

people watching from the car. A young, female voice laughed and yelled

out, “Hey, I got what you need, girls!” Then, just as quickly the car was

gone. Lindsey reluctantly broke the kiss and swiveled her head to look for

the car. Was it someone she knew?

 

“Hey, I’m not done with you yet, baby.” Marti whimpered and pulled Lindsey’s

face back to hers. Marti slowly pressed her pursed lips down on Lindsey’s

again, all the while gazing hotly into each other’s hooded eyes. The two

pairs of full, pouting lips felt warm and spongy as they pressed on each

other, then they began to slowly open their mouths again.

The girls kissed each other deeply and tongues angrily twisted and turned,

slavering over each other. Marti’s full, pouty lips pressed hungrily onto

Lindsey’s.

 

They were so full and pliant. Even though the older blonde woman had very

large, full, sexy lips, the younger girl’s covered hers and mashed them

together.

 

“Mmmmffff… ummmmm….. ummmffff”, was all either girl could get out as

their faces moved together. Lindsey could feel Marti’s tongue stud slide out

of her mouth and insinuate itself seductively through her lips, flicking at

the roof of her mouth again. Lindsey’s heat level rose quickly as she felt

the tongue stud rub along her own tongue, scraping the opaque mucous from

it. It was like awakening a sleeping serpent. Their long tongues began to

dance together, slipping and sliding from one mouth to the other. Thick

saliva accompanied the tongues and formed a wet trail on and around their

mouths. Teeth clicked against teeth, tongues ran across gums and inside

their cheeks.

 

Then they both opened their mouths wide and licked each

other’s tongues all over–top and bottom. They locked their mouths over

each other at right angles so that their tongues were invisible. Anyone who

has experienced a deep French kiss knows what was happening inside. One

could visualize those hot tongues, slick with saliva, wrapping around and

around each other, gliding over and over each other.

 

The two women were locked together at the mouth. Their full, soft lips

were munching away at each other. Their hands gripped each other’s heads

and twisted them back and forth slipping luscious lip over luscious lip,

and every few seconds their mouths opened and tongues visibly darted in and out.

One and then the other inserted her tongue deep in the mouth of her new

lover, and as she withdrew it, the other sucked it briefly as if reluctant

to let it go.

 

After trading off several of these tongue sucks, Marti stuck her tongue

way out and Lindsey wrapped her lips firmly around it. This time the young

stripper plunged her tongue through the tightly puckered lips of the busty

blonde and fucked the female mouth with it. The two gorgeous busty girls

in their jeans and leather were locked in a passionate make-out session

standing against the truck in the dimly lit diner parking lot.

 

Marti then drew her right hand down and to Lindsey’s crotch, rubbing the

tight faded jean material over her cunt. She could feel the heat between

the woman’s legs. She splayed her glossy long-nailed fingers over the

crotch. The young girl groped the sexy blonde while Lindsey spread her

thighs to allow access. She was juicing to the point that it began to seep

through the material.

 

“Ohhhhh, fuck, Marti. That feels so damn good. So good. Uhhhhh.” Lindsey

groaned as she broke their kiss and moved her mouth to the stripper’s ear.

She stuck her wet tongue deep into Marti’s ear and licked around it,

lightly bit it, erotically breathing her hot breath. As Marti slid her hand

under Lindsey’s crotch to her ass crack, the heat on her hand continued to

burn.

 

“Ohhhh, Lindsey, yeah, baby. That tongue feels so hot, so good.” Marti

threw her head back and felt Lindsey’s mouth slide to her neck, tacking small

nips at the perfumed flesh.

 

They were both sweating in passion under their

leather jackets now. Sweat began wetting Marti’s tight stretch tank top

and Lindsey’s soft black leather halter–between their mashing tits and under

their warm armpits. Sweat marks began to show on them both as they humped

each other next to the truck.

 

“Sweetie,” Marti breathed into Lindsey’s ear, “let’s get into the truck and

get comfortable. I gotta fuck you, baby. Come on.”

 

 

  

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Candice Christian has been busy lady this February. Another HOT! story about lesbian romance. The story is about Anna and Robin, two women that meet by chance on a rainy morning. The reaction each has to meeting the other woman is smoldering.

Anna slowly brings Robin to a fever pitch, just ripe for release. From there it is non-stop between the two. A clever twist on the ‘mentor and protégé’ tale. Robin the protégé proves to be a quick learner and an eager learner.

A Sample from A Close Shave-

Anna looked up and smiled. She reached for Robin’s hand and gently pulled her to the floor. Robin stretched out on her back, pulled her knees up and opened her legs to fully expose herself to Anna’s soft view.

 Anna looked at her from between her thighs, as she squeezed the shavingfoam into her hand. She reached forward and gently began to massage it into Robin’s red bush. Her fingers dipping into every fold, softening the hair ready for her to glide the razor over it, leaving a smooth mound in which to bury her tongue.

 She picked up the razor. Robin was playing with her nipples, which stood up erect and hard. She gasped as the razor slid over her skin. She had felt it many times before, but this time was different. It was in the hand of another woman.

 The red curls fell away, exposing her pink swollen lips. Her clitoris pushing out of it’s hood to stand erect.

 It took all of Anna’s control not to bury her tongue between Robin’s thighs and savor the exquisite sensation of baby-soft skin against her face. The smooth mons, The pouting exposed outer lips. She had dreamed of this moment too long to spoil it by rushing.

 The first time she had shaved her pussy had been when she was 14. Her brother left one of his girlie magazines out and she had found it. She had got wetter and wetter as she had looked at the girls, sliding her hand inside her jeans she had brushed through her short blond hairs, rubbing her clitoris, feeling it harden. Then she had turned the page and her life had changed. The picture of two girls with shaved mounds was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. That night she had gone to the bathroom, found her fathers razors and gently removed all of her pubes. The feeling of cool air creeping around her exposed lips was beyond description, as she orgasmed again and again. That night she had promised herself that she would remain shaved forever.

 “We need to rinse you off” she said dreamily to Robin. The two girls stepped into the shower, the water streaming down their bodies. Robin felt Anna behind her, her shaved mound rubbing against her cheeks, her hand reaching round and caressing her breasts, sliding down over her exposed pussy. Gently washing away the last of the foam.

 She had never felt so exposed or so sexy as at that moment. She leaned back into Anna and allowed her the water and her lover’s hand to caress her.

 Anna’s right hand kneaded and stroked her firm buttocks, then slid down into the cleft, her middle finger leading. It eased across her anus, using the water to warm and lubricate the hole. Then she gently eased her finger into Robin’s tight asshole.

 Robin was gasping for breath as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body. She pushed down on the fingers inside her and the fireworks exploded inside her head, as her body spasmed.

 As they stepped from the shower their lips meet, tongues flicking across each other, drinking in each other. They kissed until the cool air raised goosebumps on their skin.

 Robin stroked the towel across her and gently pushed Anna down until she stretched out on the floor. With long gentle strokes she dried Anna’s legs, with each one slowly easing them apart, until he pink lips were fully exposed.

She leaned forward and gently tasted a woman for the first time.

 The feel of skin on skin and smooth warmth as she ran her tongue up over the shaved mound then down between her swollen, moist lips was almost too much. She burrowed her tongue deeply into Anna’s hole, sucking the juices flowing out, flicking the clitoris, which stood up like a tiny cock, swirling her tongue around her puckered anus, then back to her clitoris. Back and forth.

 Anna’s hand grasped Robin’s head forcing her tongue deeper, her orgasm building rapidly. Her whole world focusing on Robin’s tongue she exploded, once, twice, three times.

 Robin barely remembered taking Anna’s hand and leading her to the bedroom, where they collapsed on the bed, curled into each other, legs entwined, nipple to nipple. Both drifting off to sleep.

 Robin awoke with a start. Anna was gone. All that remained was a pair of shimmering blue panties folded on the pillow next to her head. She reached across and lifted them, feeling the dampness. Lifting them she inhaled the musky aroma. As she did so a small platinum ring slid across her stomach and came to rest on her smoothly shaved mound. Robin decided to take the day off, lay in bed and dream about her experience with Anna.

 

 

LICKED INTO SHAPE-The latest release from Ms Christian. This time a steaming non-stop passion fest. Stella invites an on-line friend, Olivia, who is fifteen years younger, to spend the weekend. Stella promises to give Olivia an education and some much needed training, if she wants to enter the world of lesbian love.

There is some tenderness mixed into the training, but Olivia soon realizes she has used muscles she never knew she had. The encounter turns into a competition to see who can handle the non stop sex. Every orifice is given attention and Olivia finds herself popping off orgasms like soap bubbles.

A book you will find hard to put down.

 

The newest release from Candice Christian. It’s got all the things that makes for a good erotic adventure. Two women alone in a small town in Kentucky, spending the night exploring the delights of each other’s bodies.

You’ll learn the difficulty one can have handling a shaved pussy covered in baby oil. More difficult than both women thought. Throw in some face riding and sloppy sixty nine action and you have all the makings of a hot story you will want to read again and again.

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A Close Shave – Part One

It was raining again as Robin waited for her lift to school. She was more

interested in the patterns that the falling rain made in the puddles than

the stream of cars heading into the town, which is why she didn’t have time

to step back when the red Porsche drove through the puddle right in front

of her.

“Shit, shit” was all she could think of as the water soaked through her

coat. She looked up to she that the car had stopped a few yards down the

road. The driver’s door opened and a pair of long tanned legs appeared,

followed by the most gorgeous blond woman she had ever seen.

“Are you alright? You must be soaked.” said the woman, “Can I give you a

lift somewhere?”

The cold rain had started to reach her skin making her shiver inside the

thin school blouse, sticking to her bra, making her nipples harden.

Despite all the lessons she had had about not going with strangers she felt

a strange attraction to this strikingly good-looking woman.

In a split second she decided ” You could give me a lift home, it’s not

far, just round the corner.”

She slipped out of her coat before she opened the passenger door and sank

into the supple leather seats. They felt smooth and soft against her bare

legs where her short, pleated skirt ended just above her knee.

“My name is Anna. Where to?” said the woman as she got in and started the

car.

The journey home lasted about two minutes, but they were some of the best

two minutes of Robin’s eighteen years. She spent the entire time taking in

the woman who had picked her up. She was about twenty-two, tall slim with

blond hair cut into a bob. She was dressed in a navy blue business

suit. The skirt was so short Robin thought once or twice, she caught a

flash of shimmering blue panties. The jacket was molded to Anna’s body,

her breasts pushing outward looked firm and high.

The strange feeling in Robin’s tummy was increasing the nearer they got to

her house, why was she so attracted to this woman? She had often seen her

friends in the showers at school and compared her body to theirs, as they

developed from gawky twelve and thirteen year olds to young women. Once or

twice she had thought how it might feel to touch another girl’s breasts, or rub

her body against theirs, but had never taken it any further.

Her nipples were still hard, she realized, closely followed by the

realization that she was getting that turned on feeling she got when she

let Bryan, her boyfriend of six months, caress her breasts through her

clothes.

“What number”. Anna’s voice woke her from her daydream.

“12” she replied, as the car glided to a halt.

“I feel so awful about this, I’ll have all your clothes dry cleaned.” said

Anna as she followed her to the door.

The House is Empty

The house was quiet, her parents were at work and her younger brother was

at school. Robin showed her to the living room and headed upstairs to

change.

In the bathroom she dropped her coat on the floor. Her blouse and skirt

were soaked through, so they came off and made a pile on the floor. She

turned and looked in the full-length mirror, and liked what she saw.

Her shoulder length red hair looked neat, despite the rain, her slim waist

and her legs were highlighted by the white, silky, high leg pants she had

put on that morning. Her breasts, although she thought them a bit small,

looked good enough to eat in the matching lacy bra.

A noise made her turn, as the door slowly opened and Anna came into the

room. She had taken off her jacket. Her shirt clearly showed the dark blue

bra underneath, through which her nipples poked stiffly.

Without saying a word she began to undo the buttons, then threw the shirt

on to the pile of Robin’s discarded wet things. Her hands went to her

waistband and slowly pulled down the zipper. The skirt joined the other

clothing.

Robin had been right; Anna was wearing a silky dark blue thong. She

looked stunning.

“I’ve got a confession to make. This morning wasn’t an accident; I’ve been

watching you every day for about two weeks. This morning I saw you there

and decided I had to meet you. I don’t normally pick up women form the side

of the road.”

Robin had never done anything like this before; she stepped forward and

lightly kissed Anna on the lips. A buzz of electricity flowed through

her as Anna opened her mouth and their tongues meet. She tasted of mint.

They were about the same height and as they embraced their nipples

rubbed. Robin thought she was going to explode. Her nipples were sticking

out through her bra; all she wanted was to feel Anna’s hands on

them. She stepped back, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Anna

leaned forward and gently cupped her right breast, and then slowly her

tongue snaked out and brushed against the nipple.

“My turn” she said as her bra floated to the floor.

Her left nipple was pierced with a small gold ring.

She cupped her breast and offered it to Robin.

As the nipple slipped in to her mouth she could feel the ring against her

teeth, she hooked her tongue into it and pulled gently. Anna squealed

and then her hands grasped the back of Robin’s head and pulled her on to

her breast.

Robin rolled her nipple with her tongue. She sucked the breast into her

mouth and tasted her new friend.

After what seemed like forever Anna gently pulled away, stepped back and

looked at her. Her pussy felt moist and warm, she looked down to see the

blue pants had turned darker where her arousal had soaked through them.

She looked at Robin. Her lips were red and pouty, her nipples were hard and

her lacy white pants were soaked between her long slim legs.

She stepped forward and gently ran her hand over Robin’s smooth tanned

stomach, sliding down and slipping under the waistband; she tugged her

panties down and dropped them with the other clothes.

When she was twelve Robin had gone on her fist beach holiday and her mum

had allowed her to buy the skimpiest bikini in the shop. When she had got

home and tried it on she had realized what her mum had meant by ‘bikini

line’. Her newly developed pussy hairs poked out of the sides of the

pants.

It was then that she discovered razors weren’t just for legs. She

had carefully trimmed her red bush. While she was rinsing her hairs away

her she begun to gently rub herself, her finger sliding into her slit and

feeling the small firmness of her clitoris.

As waves of pleasure overtook her she rubbed harder with her thumb, her

finger eased into her slippery warmth, reaching deeper and deeper until

the feelings became too much to bear and a small squeal escaped her lips.

Her first orgasm. Every two or three days since then she had disappeared

into the bathroom for ‘a trim’

You can read the rest of this great story in the Bundle: Slip of the Tongue / Pat on the Cheek. By Candice Christian.