T Meehan: Lake Front

By T Meehan


The last of the afternoon sun’s rays filtered through tree branches to caress the wooden floor with its golden light. The campaign fundraiser party had quieted as groups of women sat together sharing their stories. I had settled into a soft leather chair to absorb the energy surrounding me. I watched dust particles perform an erratic dance in the sun’s beam, fascinated by how the particles seemed to dance around each other in an exotic form of tag. My mind wandered to the owner of the home and host of the party. She was my primary incentive for attending and contributing to the campaign of the candidate. Contributing to a strong woman’s campaign was something in which I believed, but it was an added bonus to be able to attend an event in the home of a woman I enjoyed watching.

I sipped cold mineral water from the bottle in my hand and nearly spilled the liquid down my chest when I saw her.

Feet clad in hiking sandals stepped into the beam, sending the dust dancers scattering. My eyes slowly followed the curve of her instep, past her ankle, to begin the journey along her very strong legs. Nearly sheer fabric gripped her powerful thighs as she slowly crossed the room. A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth as a vision developed in my mind of my tongue on her smooth thigh. I could feel myself becoming wet as my eyes caressed her sensuous curves.
I envisioned peeling the silky fabric from her body to expose her rounded hips as my eyes continued their journey along her sturdy torso. The discussions surrounding me washed over me much like an ocean wave lapping at warm sand. The women’s voices in the room felt like delicate hands dancing over my skin as my mind continued to savor images of my tongue moving over her body. Gazing intently, I failed to notice that she had stopped walking and had turned to face me. My mind reveled in the caress of my tongue on her skin as my eyes lingered over her chest before sliding along her throat to her face.

I was momentarily caught off guard when our eyes met.

I did not look away, but smiled as I sipped from my bottle. I noticed color rise in her neck as she stood before me. I slowly licked the moisture from my lips in part to keep from chuckling at her discomfort. Color crept into her face as she watched my tongue remove the mineral water from my lips. My heart pounded inside my chest as I stood, rising before her as I set the bottle on a coaster.
Slowly I swept my eyes down her body and back up, smiled as my eyes met hers, and informed her I was in need of some fresh air before gently brushing against her as I passed. I could feel her hand turn to brush mine as I slowly walked past. My smile broadened as my heart thudded inside my chest. Wetness generated by my anticipation of touching her seeped into my cotton knit boxers as I walked outside.
I needed to move away from the desire to throw her down on the couch and peel the fabric from her body. I stepped into the sunlight and blinked against the startling brightness. Stepping beyond the walkway to the wooded path leading toward the water, I breathed in the sweet moisture coming from the lake. The humid air was thick, smelling of musk from the moss growing at the base of the trees, its scent feeding my desire for the sexy brunette.

My vision of her distracted me and I failed to notice footsteps behind me.

I stepped off the trail to lean against a tree as I watched ducks playfully moving in the water. My view of the lake was suddenly blocked when she stepped before me.

Startled by her bold appearance, I greeted her with a grin.

“I have to say that I cannot remember feeling so stripped by someone who is not actually touching me.” Her dark eyes met mine, locking me in her intense stare. “Do you always look at people that way?”
“Mmm.” I said slowly. “Only sexy women.” My eyes remained fixed on hers as I shifted against the tree’s trunk. Looking her up and down one more time, I slowly asserted, “And especially women who inspire the visual stripping.” I smiled slightly and winked as I wiped my sweaty palms onto my jeans. My palms were the only indication of the gamble I took with my responses. I could see color flushing her neck and cheeks as I stepped away from the tree, encouraged by her response.
“Would you like to walk with me down to the shore?” I began to walk without waiting for her to respond. My heart skipped a beat when I heard her fall into step behind me. I felt the lubrication of my desire flow from me as I envisioned peeling the clothes from her strong body.
“Tell me something.” She stood next to me as we stopped at the water’s edge. Her forearm brushed mine, making my heart flutter. “Do you always look at women like that?”
“Is it a problem for you?”

All of the heat in my body traveled to the spot where her forearm rested against mine. I resisted the urge to take her arms and push her against the steep bank. I turned toward her to see her more clearly. Taking in the scent from the lake, I could smell her sweet musk mingling with the lake’s aroma.

Grinning, I quipped. “I enjoy taking in nature’s beauty.”

Her hand reached out and firmly grasped my waistband. “Yes, well I just hope you can be as talented with your body as you are with your eyes.” She grinned while she lifted my waistband to press the fabric of my jeans into my aroused flesh.
She winked and asked softly. “Why don’t we check out the boathouse over there?”
She pulled me closer as she turned to begin making her way across the rocky beach toward the small building. I walked beside her, growing wetter as the seam in the crotch of my jeans was pulled tight against the lips of my dripping flesh.
I allowed her to lead me, relishing the pressure from her grip. My tongue slowly traced the line of my lips as I reached toward her ass. Her attempt to take control sent shockwaves shooting through me as we made our way to the boathouse.

“I have as much talent as you need, love.” I heard her breath catch in her throat as my fingers slid between her strong thighs.
We entered the boathouse together and stepped into the small craft floating in the water.
I watched her walk to the rear of the boat and turn to face me as she lowered herself to the padded leather bench seat. I licked my lips in anticipation of touching her soft skin. I approached her, reaching out to gently trace her jaw line with my fingertips. A growl rumbled softly in my chest as I leaned in to kiss her. I straddled her lap as my tongue playfully tickled her lips. My hands cupped her breasts as my fingers teased her erect nipples.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth as my thighs pressed into hers. My own breath quickened as my tongue caressed hers. I felt her hands opening my jeans before her fingers slid into my underwear and between my very wet lips in search of my pulsating clit. I sucked her tongue into my mouth while I gathered her shirt in my hands to pull it off over her head. Her skilled fingers returned to surround my very hard clit, making the shaft feel as if it were penetrating her.
“Mmmm, so nice.” I say with admiration as my hands cup her exposed breasts. I leaned over to play with her nipples with my tongue, gripping the puckered flesh between my teeth. I teased each one as her fingers pressed into me in rhythm with my grinding thrusts.
Without warning, I felt her teeth bite into the flesh of my shoulder. She sucked the flesh gripped between her teeth as I thrust into her hand. Spasms shot through my body while her fingers continued working my pulsating clit. A growl roared from deep within my chest as I gripped her head between my palms to kiss her. My tongue pushed inside her soft mouth to claim her before I released my grip.
Reluctantly, I slid off her lap to allow the removal of her khaki shorts, regretting that her hand no longer had access to my throbbing clit. I deftly opened the clasp of her shorts and slid them over her hips.
Kneeling between her feet on the boat’s deck, I slid my hands beneath her knees and lifted her shapely legs to my shoulders. I winked at her as I playfully bit the inside of her thigh before pulling her closer to the edge of the seat. I turned my head to bite the inside of her other thigh hard enough to leave a mark.
A mixture of groan and growl escaped her full lips as she grabbed my hair to pull me into her dripping flesh.
I resisted just enough to tease her. My tongue slowly traced the edge of her lips, parting them slowly. She moaned and pushed toward my face while she used her strong legs draped over my shoulders to pull me closer. The tip of my tongue sought her swollen clit. I slowly circled the very swollen shaft of her pulsating flesh.
I growled into her while the tips of my fingers danced over her thighs.
“You need to stop teasing me!”
I looked up into her eyes as I blew on her wet clit.
“Fuck!”
I grinned and winked up at her as I flicked the tip of her throbbing clit. I saw her throw her head back as I sucked her swollen clit between my teeth.
“Yes! Suck me!” My tongue continued to tease the tip as my mouth sucked her clit deeper. My hands reached for her heaving tits, massaging and teasing the nipples.

I felt her grab my right hand while I continued sucking her pulsating flesh.

Her breathing deepened in a faster rhythm as she pressed my fingertips against her lips. I glanced up and saw her suck my fingers into her mouth.
I gasped into her pussy as my fingers were surrounded by the silky wetness of her mouth. She sucked deeply, and I could feel the opening of her throat close around my fingertips. My own pussy gushed in appreciation of her talented mouth, soaking my jeans. My clit jumped every time she sucked harder as if a nerve connected my fingers to my throbbing clit.
I was grateful I was already on my knees when I felt her tongue playfully tracing the outline of each of my four fingers. I was so turned on by seeing her suck my fingers that I was having difficulty focusing on my task as she toyed with my fingers inside her very soft, wet mouth. My clit was reaching out to my jeans in an attempt to find some attention for itself while strangled growls vibrated against her clit inside my mouth.
My tongue plunged inside her and her groans vibrated against my flesh while she bit my fingers. The discomfort was not quite pain, just a pressure that could have become painful if she wished to inflict it. Her tongue extended to reach the tips of my fingers she had just removed from her mouth.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said huskily as she re traced each of my fingers with her tongue.

I shifted slightly to allow room for my hand to slide under my chin as my heart pounded in a rhythm with my clit. My tongue circled her clit as my wet fingers slid into her moist folds.
“Oh yes, use all your fingers. Fill me.”
I sucked on her as I pushed four fingers inside her. A rumbling growl rolled from deep inside her chest and past her lips as I felt her take my short hair in her strong fingers.
“Oh yes. Yes! Push deep inside me.” Wetness flowed from me as I felt her velvety flesh squeeze my fingers.
My clit throbbed as I envisioned its swollen shaft being squeezed by her velvety cunt. I rose up to kiss her while pushing my thumb against her pulsating clit.
She panted and groaned inside my mouth as my crotch pushed against the back of my hand.
“I want to fuck you hard.” My hips powered each thrust and my clit jumped against my jeans.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. I growled as I felt the pressure build up behind my hand.
“Oh Yes!!” She pulled my mouth against hers, screaming against my probing tongue.
“Fuck me hard and fast!” Her legs pulled me into her.
The muscles inside her clenched onto my thrusting fingers, and I felt a knuckle crack inside her. Her arms clutched me to her as she screamed out, convulsively squeezing me with her legs. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she bit into my neck, pulling me with her as she fell back against the bench cushion.
I convulsed against my wrist as she sucked my bitten flesh into her mouth. A growled roar joined her muffled screams as I pushed deep inside her.
She sighed deeply as smaller waves of pleasure flowed over her much like an incoming tide. I felt her velvet clench, release, and then clench again in rhythm with her clit. I rested against her, taking in her musky scent.
“Mmm, nice.” I murmur into her throat as I nip at her neck. “I think my fingers actually came inside you.” I whispered while pulling her earlobe into my mouth and tickling it with my tongue. Her legs tighten around me again and I feel her nails dig into my back.
“Stay inside me. I want you to fuck me again, only slower.”
Our lips met, and my tongue slipped into her moist mouth seductively dancing with hers. My clit jumped against my jeans as she sucked my tongue deeper inside her mouth and dug her nails into my back.
My hips gently rotated behind my hand, moving my hand in a circular motion inside her. I could feel the muscles of her pussy clamping onto my fingers, squeezing them together. My clit rubbed against my jeans as I continued to grind against my hand, pushing my fingers deep inside her velvety cunt.
“I want to hear your pleasure. Sing for me.” I teased the top of her mouth with the tip of my tongue, sliding it slowly along the ridges inside her eager mouth. “I want you to cum for me. Cum all over my hand so you can lick it clean.”
I heard a rumble building inside her as she bit my neck. The growl rose inside her throat. “Oh yes, make me cum for you.”
Her powerful legs clamped around my waist, pulling me against her. I felt her nails break the skin of my back as she gripped me and arched her back. “I want to cum for you. Tell me to cum for you.”
My rotating hips ground my clit against the saturated denim of my jeans. Sweat dripped into my eyes as I become aware of my own pussy clenching, pushing fluid from inside me to attempt to mingle with the stream of juices flowing from deep inside her.
“Cum with me now!” My back arched and I felt fluid that would have splashed my knees had I not been in my jeans as she screamed into the flesh of my shoulder. Waves of pleasure rushed through me and I thrust my tongue deep inside her mouth.
After sucking hard on my tongue, she threw her head back to voice her pleasure. “Fuck me! Yes baby, fuck me hard!!”
I bit her throat as she continued to sing out to me. Her voice powered the spasms rushing throughout my body.
We bucked together as our bodies were overcome with wave after wave of pleasure as we rocked together.
Finally spent, I fell against her bare body. She bit my neck playfully as she pulled my shirt off my sweaty torso.

“Now, it’s my turn.” Her tongue tickled my ear as her hands slid under the waistband of my jeans. “After I strip you, I am going to fuck you till you scream.”
Before I could respond, she had shifted her weight, turned me onto my back, and pulled my jeans from me. “Hmm, think you are slick do you?” Her voice changed to take charge of the situation.
I tried to sit up to wrap my arms around her waist but she pushed me back onto the cushion, telling me to lie back and enjoy the ride. I grinned as she held her body over mine.
“Now, I am going to play with you, and you…” She bent to nip at my lower lip before continuing.
“You are going to lie back and let me play with you.”
I tried to lift my head to meet her moist lips, but she quickly moved out of reach. I lay back on the leather cushion as she lowered her body on top of me. “Now you are getting the picture.” With an evil glint in her eyes, she held her body just above mine and used her nipples to tantalize my skin.
I struggled to keep from grabbing onto her while I squirmed with mounting pleasure. “Shit, you are such a tease!”

She grinned as she slid her nipple over my belly and then over my shaved mound as I spread my legs. My clit jumped when her nipple pushed between my wet lips before sliding lower. I wondered if it were her nails on my skin as her nipple slid along the inside of my leg.
I groaned with frustration when I felt her hot breath on my clit. I could feel her tongue dance over the outer surface of my swollen lips. When I reached for her hair, she quietly raised her head to meet my gaze.

I stopped breathing to hear her quiet words when I saw her eyes darken.

“I know you heard me tell you to lie back and let me play.”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Do you want me to play with you?”

“Yes.” I swallowed hard.

I trembled with anticipation when her nails dragged over my chest.

“If you do not let me play with you, I will leave you here squirming for me.”

I could see her eyes dance while I gripped the cushion to keep from disobeying her. Her teasing my senses triggered a need for her touch. She used enough pressure to make ridges appear on my skin while I struggled to not scream for her to do more.
The delight in her expression fed my hunger while the thrill of possibility soared through my body. I needed this powerful woman to pleasure herself with me. Her hunger felt sharper than her short nails.
I fought to not grab her and pull her against me. My thoughts focused on the contact where her body touched mine. I looked into her eyes and was startled by my image reflected in her dark pupils. A rush of adrenaline soared through me as it occurred to me that I was ensnared by her hunger.

I was surprised with the words that so easily fell out of my mouth.

“Please, play with me.” My fingers released the cushion to flatten against the leather. “Use me.”

Her eyes narrowed to test me with her gaze as she considered the veracity of my words.

Trembling slightly, I suddenly felt her purring presence surrounding me. She had not moved, but I felt her hunger fill me. My breathing deepened while I focused on sensing her need. I was surprised by how it felt as if she were caressing me from within my body – moving slowly to massage each part of me. I was unsettled by how my intake of breath seemed to be connected to her possession of me.

My mind raced to explain this new sensation but something more primal overtook my will to allow the sensation of submission to flow throughout my body.

The tip of her tongue touched my ear and slowly traced the outer edge while her nipples teased my chest. Her breath entered my ear canal and seemed to flow throughout my aroused body, making me shudder beneath her. The stiff tissue of her erect nipples slid against my skin as she slowly trailed her tongue past my ear to my neck and around my throat. I wanted to touch her, to take back the control. I struggled against my aggressive nature to allow myself to be taken.
Her teeth bit into the base of my throat. My breath locked inside my tissue as she sucked on my flesh. Her nipples raked my skin, and I was shocked at how sharp they felt.
Releasing my throat, she looked into my eyes. “I can feel your need to take charge.” She raked her hard nipples across my belly. “The way you looked at me in the house…” Her slow movement dragged her nipples over the mound I kept shaved before her mouth lowered to my belly to bite my sweat slick skin. “You like to be in control.”
Tremors shuddered through me as sounds escaped my lips despite my attempts to keep them inside.

“Yes.” I was surprised by my trembling voice.

She pulled my skin as she raised her head enough to look into my eyes. “The marks I leave on your skin will make you think of me when you look at them.” She sucked on my flesh while she looked into my eyes.
Sweat rolled off my aroused body. I was overwhelmed with sensation that made me want to scream for her to do more. Her teeth transmitted desire into my skin to explode throughout my body when she began to suck my bitten flesh into her mouth. A faint voice tried to tell me to back away from this sensuously powerful woman while a stronger voice told me to stay and admit to how much I wanted to feel her teeth on my sensitive flesh.

I could see myself with a miniature version of me on each shoulder. One version telling me to run while the other says to stay. Had my attention not been so riveted on her teeth gripping my skin, I may have chuckled at the image.

Sound rushed from my body as her fingernails bit into the skin of my chest. My back arched when her nails blazed a trail down my torso, over my hips and down my thighs.

“Are you paying attention now?” She growled at me.

“Yes!” I panted through the fire in my chest ignited by her nails scraping my flesh.
“Good.” She purred before sinking her teeth into my thigh next to my very wet lips.
I expected pain and was shocked when desire rocketed through my body. I struggled to understand how it was possible for her to fill me with raging pleasure while biting and sucking my flesh. I fought the need to understand to allow myself to let go and enjoy the sensations of her contact. Suddenly feeling as if I had jumped over a cliff, I heard her speak to me.

“Soar with me…” Purring her request, she slid her fingers inside my slippery flesh.
“Yes.” I breathed as I let go of the final traces of resistance. My back arched as she filled me, carrying me aloft on her will.


T Meehan lives in Rochester, NY. When she's not writing steamy fiction, she breeds and shows Welsh Terriers, and helps other members of the gay community with pet grooming and canine care.

T Meehan: Friendship's Touch

By T Meehan


Groaning as my body stretched, I lazily eyed the nude women on the television lying against each other. Their mouths met, sharing a passion words could never sufficiently portray. I sighed when my eyes wandered over their damp, sweaty skin as they settled in against each other. Their tongues danced within the darkness of their mouths, and I found myself aching for a woman to lie against me.

My hand slipped under my long T-shirt to rest atop my swollen, shaved mound. Moist heat tantalized my fingertips while I watched the curvier woman being guided onto her back by her sensual partner, who knelt between her curvy lady’s legs. A soft growl crept its way from deep within my aroused body as I imagined myself as the kneeling woman to be able to feel the sensual curves of the prone brunette.

My clit swelled to reach my fingertips as my on screen self caressed the beautiful woman laying on her back. I slipped my index and middle fingers between my swollen, wet lips to capture my pulsating clit between them. My clit swelled between my fingers and it took only slight movement to feel as if I were sliding my clit inside the brunette. I could envision my very hard clit sliding into the dark pink swollen lips being presented to me on screen. Her moist muskiness reached my nostrils, making my clit jump in anticipation of sliding inside her to be clamped onto by her hungry tissue.

The abrupt ringing of the telephone near me disrupted my mounting pleasure, much like a cop knocking on the steamy car window when I used to play in my car.

“Yeah?” I asked huskily into the receiver as my fingers held my clit between them. I continued watching the two women on television as I half listened to the voice that caused the interruption. I had to close my eyes to concentrate on the voice in my ear when I realized the voice belonged to my sexy friend.

“Hey,” I said in a more welcoming tone as I grinned.

“Okay...” Her hearty chuckle reached into me. “I know I am interrupting something good. I know where your hand is, Love.”

Her voice teased my already aroused state, making me feel the growing need for physical closeness to a woman. Some time had passed since I had felt a woman respond to my touch and I was beginning to feel heightened frustration.

“Smart ass, and no it is not nearly good enough, but you can make it up to me by coming over for some dinner and a movie.” I knew I was being bold, but I needed to be close to a woman I knew and trusted.

“I’ll bring the food. You decide which movie we watch.” She hung up without waiting for me to respond. She knew me well enough to realize I would have tried insisting on cooking our dinner.

I quickly picked up the clutter and put the porn back in its cover before going to shower. I tried to not think about the pulsating ache between my legs as I soaped up and rinsed. My mind played with the fantasy of my sexy friend’s arrival and her quietly entering the steamy bathroom to join me under the hot water. My skin tingled as my hands slid over my aroused body. I shook my head to try focusing on preparing for my evening with my close friend.

Paula is the only friend with whom I feel total comfort. I never have to wonder if she is offended by something I say since I am a real smart ass with humor that can bite the overly sensitive. Paula is a woman who shares my impatience with anyone who portrays herself as a victim. The two of us together can be difficult for some who do not handle honesty well. We use the type of honesty that expresses what we see in sometimes-brutal terms.

She and I spend time together frequently, especially when one of us has dealt with a lover who has let us down. Neither needs to explain to the other since we tend to fall for the same skirted, hose wearing, heel-sporting feminine women. Each of us can have our otherwise sensible minds turned by a woman who moves with confidence and knows we are watching her move her curvy body.

We had both recently dealt with an attempt at relationships that fell far short of even our least expectations. We were feeling the same tired exasperation with what turned into another trying experience, as well as being in need of the company of a woman who would not be demanding constant reassurance.

I turned off the water and grasped my towel as I sighed heavily. I was tired, bone tired. The relationship game was getting the better of me as I realized that I seemed to attract women who needed more than I was willing to give. I was so tired of women who wanted me to be a therapist and a teacher. I desperately needed someone with whom I felt was on a similar plane in life.

“Enough already,” I said aloud in frustration, as I dressed in light khaki shorts and a cotton polo shirt.

After slicking my short hair back and quickly applying deodorant, I walked through the open door to the kitchen. I was pleasantly surprised to find Paula seated at the table that she had already set for the two of us. I smiled as I sat across from her at the small table.

“Smells great.” I leaned forward enough to take in the sensual aroma of the food while I closed my eyes to allow the scent to caress my sinuses and lull me into a relaxed comfort with my friend. I could feel her watching me as I inhaled the wafting aroma.

“I hope you like it.” Paula quietly announced. “It's just a little something I threw together for you.”

She leaned back in her chair as I opened my eyes to take in the mischievous glint appearing in her golden-flecked dark eyes that seemed to dance when she teased me. I knew how Paula enjoyed seducing women with her cooking, and how she loved to watch a woman enjoying something she had skillfully prepared.

“I am sure I will.” I winked at her. “But let’s be honest, you were already fixing this before you called.” I poured myself a seltzer and took a seat at the table.

I watched her flush slightly as I began to eat. The tender red meat filled my mouth with its succulent juices. My mind filled with images of Paula and my tongue exploring her soft, wet folds with her thighs pressed against my head.

I rolled the juicy flesh in my mouth and nearly choked when my eyes met Paula’s across the table. I swallowed as she winked at me. Her eyes looked through me, and her expression sent an electric current through my body. Paula watched me take another bite of the lamb.

“You certainly seem to be enjoying your dinner.” The gold flecks in her eyes danced in the glow of the soft light. “I bet I can tell what you are thinking when you are rolling that juicy, tender flesh over your tongue.” Her grin showed her delight in my sudden awareness of color rising in my own neck.

“Now,” she chuckled. “Why do you suppose that beautiful shade of pink is creeping into your neck?” She leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table. Her low-cut button down shirt allowed her ample cleavage to show, drawing my eyes to her beautifully exposed skin. I swallowed while watching her cleavage as she adjusted her weight in her chair.

“You really are a tease.” I said silkily, before taking another bite of the tender lamb on my plate. I licked my lips while gazing at her cleavage and sitting back in my chair. I sipped from my seltzer as I watched her eyes dance.

She clearly enjoyed teasing me, and it was not the first time Paula played tease when she visited. We frequently teased each other about our very similar tastes in women. She loved feminine women as much as I, though Paula possessed far more obvious feminine mannerisms than I.

Paula enjoyed wearing polish on her nails and wore button up shirts that showed off her ample chest. My chest was not as full, though I did have enough flesh for a woman to enjoy. I really like breasts, more so than Paula, though we did agree that shapely legs could take our breath away, especially when we envisioned them wrapped around us while we pleasured the woman to whom the legs were attached.
Though I am gentle, and not into roles, I am considered a butch. Soft butch is closest to the truth of who I am, and though I do enjoy a feminine woman, there is a certain type of woman who could easily get me ready to lie on my back for her.

Paula knew she was the type of woman I could really enjoy. She is strong – one of very few women who could overpower me if she cared to. She knew how much I was really turned on by the idea of a woman who can take me, but we both knew there were damn few with the capability.

“Yes, I am a tease.” She drank from her glass and I soaked my shorts when a drop of condensation landed onto her chest and trickled into the valley between her full breasts. Her eyes danced as she waited for another drop to fall from the bottom of her glass.

“And face it, you love it.”

I was practically drooling onto my plate as we finished eating. Visions of wrestling Paula from those tantalizing pants and shirt swam through my overheated mind as we drained our glasses and began to clean up. We worked together to put the leftovers away and quickly loaded the dishwasher before going to the living room to select a movie.

After loading a Demi Moore movie into the DVD player, we sat on the couch to watch. I turned to place my back against the pillows on the end of the couch, and placed my right leg along the back edge of the seat.

“Why don’t you come down here with me?” I asked. I noticed color creep into her neck as she pondered my offer. I could feel her hesitation emanating through her skin. “Come on, when was the last time you were held while watching a movie?”

“It’s been a long time.”

Paula’s shoulders sagged, and I could read the exhaustion that comes from coping with women who did not know what they wanted. Each of us had recently encountered women with whom we had connected, but each had carried issues that made it impossible to establish a meaningful relationship.

She sighed and looked at me with a clearly communicated need to be soothed by a woman’s touch while she tried to hold onto the reluctance to allow it to happen. I leaned forward and gently slid my fingers under her forearm.

“I want you to rest against me, Paula.” My eyes held her gaze. “Look, we both need some contact without drama. Come over here so I can hold you.” My fingers grasped her arm. “You are not allowed to say no after teasing me like that through dinner.”

I used light pressure on her arm to invite her to come close to me. I could see emotion flashing through her eyes as she began to move toward me.

“I need to be able to hold you, Paula.”

I leaned back and kept my left foot on the floor as Paula slid across the cushion to rest against me, her legs stretched along the couch while her fleshy hips nestled between my legs. I sighed as my body relaxed. I lifted my left leg so my foot rested alongside her strong leg on the cushion. I slipped my hands around her waist to rest on her belly.

“This is nice,” I murmured. Paula relaxed into my chest, placing her hands atop mine.

“Yes, it is.” Her palm slid along the back of my hand and slowly over my forearm, caressing my soft skin. “Thanks. I really need to be touched tonight.”

I could feel the friction of her soft skin against mine, increasing the sensitivity of my nerve endings. The light scent of bergamot teased my senses, and I pulled the aroma into my body, feeling it fill my lungs with its stimulating citrus signature.

“You have such a wonderful touch.” My arms gently pulled her tighter against me as my leg hooked over hers. I heard her breathe in deeply as she pressed against my thighs with her arms to pull them tighter against her torso.

I was only vaguely aware of Demi Moore’s dance in nothing but a towel on the television, as every part of my body in contact with Paula seemed to hum with an electric awareness of her presence.

“Mmmm…” Paula moaned as she grasped my lower legs and pulled them over her thighs. She rubbed my bare legs as they hugged her waist, slowly stroking my sensitive skin. Paula used her fingertips to tease my electrified nerve endings, and when she heard my breath quicken, she further tantalized my bare skin.

I whispered into her ear, “If you keep that up, I am going to need a whole lot more, and you already got me fired up with your teasing during dinner.” I could feel my clit pulsating inside my khaki shorts. My nipples pressed against the cotton fabric of my polo shirt as Paula shifted her weight against me.

“You need to decide how far you are willing to go, since I am fast approaching the point of no return,” I said.

I gasped as she scraped her short nails along the bare skin of my calves. My hands slid along her belly to her beautifully full breasts. My fingers teased her nipples, squeezing and pulling on the erect flesh beneath her satin shirt.

Paula groaned as my fingers pinched at her erect nipples. She shifted her weight, and I loosened my legs to allow her space to adjust her body. Turning over, she placed her hands on either side of my chest to support her weight, as she knelt between my open thighs. She rocked back to look at my prone form before grasping the hem of my polo shirt. She swept it off as I rose toward her. Paula gripped my wrists firmly as I reached for the buttons of her satin shirt.

“Not yet.”

I growled in frustration as I lay back. “I want to see you.”

Chuckling, she said huskily, “You will in due time, love. But first, I want to touch you while you enjoy being more passive than you are accustomed to.”

Paula smiled wickedly, knowing how I would struggle to not grab her and throw her on her back. She reached for my waist and opened my shorts before sliding them over my hips.

“Mmm, easy access. Very nice.” Tossing my shorts aside, she teased my swollen wet lips with the tips of her fingers. Winking at me, she added, “and you have seen me many times.”

A strangled scream rumbled within my chest as I grabbed her shirt in my fist, wanting to pull her to my waiting mouth.

“You know I will get my payback for your teasing.” I said quietly, before her full lips met mine. She pushed me back into the cushions as her velvety tongue slid along my own. A groan played around our tongues as they danced inside my mouth. I gasped against her probing tongue as her fingers played with the folds of my slippery pussy. I felt her fingers enter me and I wrapped my legs around her waist to pull her tighter against me.

I sucked her tongue deeper inside my mouth as I felt her slip another finger inside my slippery folds.

“Stretch me," I groaned. "I want to take you inside me.” Every nerve in contact with her seemed to scream as the energy snapped between us. I dug my fingers into her fleshy back as her cupped hand began to push into me. I wanted to scream for all of her inside me as I squeezed her closer.

“Easy now.” Her hips pressed against her arm as she directed me. “Let your body pull me in.” Paula’s quiet voice calmed my raging need for her to fill me hard and fast. “That’s it.” Her lips brushed my ear before she bit into my fleshy shoulder. “Open up and pull me in.”

“Yes.” I gasped into her mouth when she kissed me. “Stretch me.”

I could feel her stretching me inside -- further than I had ever been stretched before. My heart raced as an exhilaration in the tight ring of tissue surrounding her hand shot through my body. I was sure her hand fired electric bolts of energy into me as she opened me around her cupped hand.

“Careful you don’t tense up.” Paula’s weight against her arm held her hand in place while I waited for my muscles to relax enough to pull her inside me.

“Breathe in slow and deep.” She held her hand in place and nipped at my chin before gently pulling at my lower lip with her teeth.

“That’s it. Yes, just like that.” Paula growled as her hand finally sank deep inside me. She plunged her tongue deep inside my mouth and I sucked hard.

My pussy clamped around her wrist as my fluid gushed along her arm. My short nails raked her back through her satin shirt as my legs hugged her. Releasing her tongue from between my teeth, I dropped my head back against the cushion. I feared I would bite her tongue and I did not want to hurt her. I growled as I felt her cupped hand close into a fist deep inside me.

“Yes, fuck me Paula.”

Pushing deeper, Paula bit the tender skin on my neck. She licked, sucked and bit my flesh as she filled me. Moaning, she grasped my nipple with her teeth and twisted the erect flesh before sucking it into her mouth. My moans quickly turned to blissfully tortured screams for her to give me more. She nipped and tugged at my nipples while I squirmed and bucked beneath her.

“And I bet not many have been inside you this way.” She growled as she teased my nipples and moved lower to nip and lick the skin of my belly. I screamed when I felt her teeth on the shaved mound of my very wet pussy.

I bucked my hips toward her teasing mouth, but I was limited by Paula’s fist being buried deep inside me. I grasped her short spiked hair when I felt her tongue flick my pulsating clit.

“Yes, suck on me while you fuck me.”

I heard her growl into my stretched lips while her tongue danced with my pulsating clit. I gripped her with my legs while my fingers pulled her face into me.

“Yes!” I screamed as I felt my body spasm hard, clamping onto her fist inside me. My nails dug into her scalp, as my body seemed ready to explode. No one had ever filled me the way Paula’s fist filled me, and it felt as if she could lift me from the cushions with her fist buried so deep. I would have sworn she actually held my heart in her strong grip.

I could feel Paula’s teeth gently moving on my engorged clit. Her fist rotated slightly, sending another wave of spasms through my body. She placed her palm on my rigid belly and my body slowly began to relax under her warm touch. I was unable to speak since all of my energy was held between her hands.

I was accustomed to being more in charge of the physical contact with women. She smiled as she slowly opened her fist and waited while my body adjusted with another orgasmic response.

“This is the best part isn’t it? Every shift causes another type of orgasm.” Looking into my eyes, Paula pressed her wrist upward into the sensitive edge of my pussy.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I felt myself gush over her flesh. Her hand resting on my belly pressed heat toward her hand, buried deep inside me. I could feel energy passing between her hands, making my body shudder with yet another orgasmic wave.

I grasped her free wrist and pulled her down on top of me before she could protest. I came again when our lips met, and my tongue plunged into her mouth. I teased her tongue before sucking it into my mouth. I could feel her spasm on top of me, and felt the wetness growing between her legs. My legs hugged her body against mine as I pulled her tongue deeper into my mouth.

Paula came as I sucked her velvety tongue deeply and raked my nails along her back. I hugged her with my thighs, knowing I was making her very wet. We each knew what turned the other on. We'd discussed at length the things we love women to do -- as well as what we love to do with women. Each of us was armed with the knowledge of what drove the other over the edge.

She withdrew her cupped hand gradually, allowing my pussy to hug her each time she adjusted her position inside me. Her breathing deepened as I hugged her with my thighs and finally released her tongue.

“I am not sure I have had a woman cum that many times while I fucked her.” Paula winked. “We just may have to practice this technique for more consistent results with others.” Paula rocked back onto her knees between my sweat-covered thighs. “Shit, you have a tight grip on me.”

I growled as another orgasm sent electric impulses shooting throughout my body.

“You will get a bit of your arm back at a time. Payback,” I clamped onto her again as my juices ran over her skin. “For you teasing me during dinner.”

I began to unbutton her shirt as she slowly withdrew from my greedily, clamping pussy. I nearly screamed as she allowed her thumb to tease my clit as her saturated hand finally slid free.

I laughed when I saw how wet her hand was. I grabbed my shirt and wiped my slippery fluids from her skin with the cotton fabric.

“If I can walk I want to move to my bed where we have a bit more room.”

“I hope you have the strength you need.” Paula chuckled as she scooped up my discarded clothing from the floor.

“Yes, well I really should be drained completely after that.” I grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to me.

“However, I feel a very powerful need to fuck you.” I led her to my bedroom and turned to face her. “I really need to take you.” I kissed her softly, teasing her with my tongue.

“First, I will peel these clothes from you.” I ran my tongue along her lips and pulled away before she could bite my tongue. I smiled as I began to unbutton her shirt.

“When I have peeled you,” I slid her shirt over her arms and lay it across a chair. “I will lay on my back and you…” I leaned in to remove her bra. “Will straddle my face for a tongue ride so that I can watch these beautiful tits and your face while I make you scream.”

Paula’s breathing quickened as I described how my tongue would explore her dripping pussy when she straddled my face. I circled her slowly, brushing her skin with my fingertips and leaning in to nip and lick her aroused skin. I stopped to face her as I grasped her waistband and opened the clasp. I watched her eyes darken with lust as her breathing deepened. I lowered my mouth to tease her nipples while I slipped her pants over her hips.

Noticing her lack of underwear, I said quietly, “Well, it would seem 'easy access' is the theme of the evening.” I teased her as I tossed her pants over her shirt and bra.

I stood behind her as she turned toward the bed, and pressed against her back. Islid my arms around her waist, twirled her nipples between my fingers and pulled on the sensitive tissue.

“Oh yes.”

I felt Paula’s weight press against me as my shaved mound pressed into her, and my fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples. She pressed back into me as I nudged her closer to the bed. Releasing her nipples, I grabbed her ass with both hands.

“Get on the bed so that I can taste that amazing wetness. I can smell you, and it’s making me crazy.”

I smacked her round cheek just enough to pink the skin, but not cause pain. I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back to await the sensation of her thighs hugging my head. My own juices were running down my thighs as my nostrils flared to take in her scent. I lay with my head close to the headboard to provide a place for Paula to support herself if she needed to.

“Jesus, you smell so good," I whispered. "Don’t make me wait too long.”

Paula crept toward my shoulder while she watched my lust-filled eyes. She smiled as my tongue slowly traced the outline of my lips as I focused on her beautiful chest. She dragged her erect nipple over my hypersensitive skin and grinned when I gasped and then choked back a scream. She could see my struggle as I waited for her place her full thighs on either side of my head.

My eyes drank in her soft skin as her thighs approached the sides of my face. I nearly drooled as the moist heat carrying her sweet musky scent flooded my nasal passages. I turned my head to use my teeth to reach the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh, next to the swollen outer lip of her very wet pussy.

She gasped as I nipped at her leg. I slowly traced the shape of her pussy with the tip of my tongue as I listened to her breathing deepen above me. Her tits heaved as she breathed in deeply, and then she gasped when my tongue parted her wet lips. My hands gripped her full ass while my tongue teased her swollen clit.

Paula grabbed my right hand with her left, tickling my palm with her smooth fingertips. My growl encouraged her, teasing my sensitive palm as she slowly lifted my hand toward her face. My eyes widened as I watched the tip of her tongue reach from between her full lips to touch the tip of my fingers.

“Now, “she said silkily. “Don’t get distracted.”

I growled into Paula’s dripping pussy as I watched her suck my fingers into her wet mouth. I could feel my clit jump as if she were sucking it, and not my fingers, into her mouth.

My tongue teased the sensitive tissue around the opening of Paula’s cunt before pushing inside her. I felt her grind down onto my probing tongue as she sucked my fingers deeper inside her mouth, until I could feel the opening of her throat with the tips of my fingers.

My hips pushed upward as I felt my pussy open and close with the desperate need for something to fill me. Paula’s tongue tantalized my fingers as her tongue easily danced over my skin, leaving moisture on my digits. I screamed into Paula’s cunt when I felt her teeth bite down and drag along the length of my fingers.

Releasing my wet fingers, Paula ground onto my tongue and chin. My wet fingers glistened in the soft light of the room when I glanced down at them. My tongue flicked Paula’s clit as my wet fingers slid into the crack of her ass. I could see her throw her head back as she growled and begged me to fuck her with my fingers.

I probed the tight space between the cheeks of her ass while I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. I sucked her clit into my mouth as I slowly penetrated her tight asshole.

“Yes, fuck me.”

Paula reached down to grasp my hair and pulled my face into her eager wet pussy. She arched her back as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her ass pushed back onto my probing fingers, grinding them deeper inside her. My breath caught in my chest as I felt my fingers slide deep inside her ass, and she bucked against me.

My own pleasure raced through my body as my mouth sucked on her swollen, wet pussy. I tasted the sharp flavor that teased my tongue when I tantalized her urethra with the tip of my tongue before moving to dance once again with her hard, pulsating clit.

I sucked the shaft of her clit between my lips and teased it with my teeth, as my fingers were pulled deeper inside Paula’s ass. She bucked against me as I watched her body move above me.

I was so aroused I was capable of throwing her, but I needed to watch her body writhing over me. I needed to see her tits dancing over me as she rode my mouth and fingers.

My juices flowed between the cheeks of my ass as I came. My mouth caught the moisture flowing from Paula’s depths as she ground against me. The lips of her delicious cunt locked over my face as she came, shuddering as waves of pleasure rolled through her. I could feel her pulling my fingers deeper into her ass as we came together, screaming into her wet flesh.

When we separated, I was sure I heard a pop when her pussy released my face. I kissed her very wet skin and flipped her onto her back.

“I really need to fuck you hard,” I said.

I retrieved my double dildo from my nightstand drawer. Paula rolled toward me and touched the tip of it with her tongue.

“Oh yes.” I groaned. “Get it wet for me.” I held the purple shaft in my hand as she licked the tip before closing her lips over the bulb and sucking it into her mouth. I felt my clit jump as my juices flowed from me.

Watching her suck the bulb into her mouth was driving me beyond any ability to restrain myself. My clit swelled as I watched her mouth take the bulb. It was as if she were taking me into her mouth and manipulating my flesh on her tongue, crazing my senses.

“Okay,” I panted. “I want you to insert that so I can fuck you.”

I leaned back to allow her access to my eager flesh. Paula wasted no time parting my soaked lips to slide the saliva slick egg-shaped end into me.

“I am going to fuck you hard, woman…” I growled as she nestled the joint of the dildo between my lips. My heart raced when she pressed its bend and shaft against my swollen pulsating clit.

“Now,” I grunted. “I want you to get it wet for me. Suck me before I fuck you.”

I resisted the urge to grab her head and push her mouth toward the silicone shaft. The lust in her dark eyes made the golden flecks in them blaze. She slowly licked her lips while looking into my passion filled blue eyes.

My breath came in short bursts, and I felt another delicious orgasmic wave sweep through my entire body as I watched her touch the tip of the silicone with her tongue. Paula’s lips closed around the head and began sliding the length of the shaft deeper into her mouth. She dug her fingers into my thighs as she sucked the shaft. My pussy clamped onto the egg-shaped head, resting against my G spot.

“Get on your knees and bend over.” My lust raged for Paula. Her deliciously dark eyes and sexy voice made me want to fuck her, making her scream as she begged me to take her.

Pleasure coursed through my body as I watched her beautiful ass present itself before me. I rose to my knees and breathed deeply to claim her scent, pulling it inside me as I reached for her.

I heard her moan as my hands slid over her round ass to grip her hips. Her thighs spread to welcome me between them, and I dragged my short nails over the cheek of her ass, just before I ran my fingers along the valley between her full cheeks. My hips guided the head of the dildo as my fingers teased her wet lips.

“Fuck me hard.” Paula ground her ass back toward me as I pushed the head of the silicone cock into her wet flesh. My hands grasped her hips for leverage as I teased her with the tip of the purple silicone.

“Please,” she moaned. “Fuck me now.”

A growl rose from deep inside me as I filled her in one smooth stroke. The pressure against my clit felt like it was my clit sliding deep inside her. Withdrawing from her pulled the egg-shaped head against my g spot while the bend of the dildo rode my clit. I dug my fingers into her fleshy hips as I drove the shaft back into her.

Paula bucked back into me, forcing the shaft inside her while I ground my hips to stimulate her clit and the sensitive tissue around the opening of her pussy. Sweat ran in steady streams as I pumped into her, riding her as the dildo made it feel like I was fucking her with my clit.

“Yes!” Paula rocked on her knees in rhythm with my thrusts. “Please fuck me hard.” She ground her ass into me as she moaned and begged me to fuck her harder.

Reaching forward, I grasped her shoulder with one hand while sliding my other hand over her hip to play with her clit. Paula came immediately as she screamed and bucked against my thrusting hips. Each stroke filled Paula while my clit swelled, feeling as if it filled her.

I growled as my hips pumped the silicone into the depths of her cunt. The friction of the bulb inside my own pussy blissfully tortured my g spot with each thrust. I could feel the pressure building as the friction increased and Paula’s gasps turned to screams, begging for me to slam into her.

“Cum with me!” I bucked into her as I felt warm liquid spray my thighs when I came.

Paula screamed, covering me with her feminine, ejaculated fluids. She bucked back into me as she rode the waves rushing through her body, and I met each thrust as my own body surfed orgasmic waves.

“You are going to lie back.” Paula panted. “I am going to ride you to make myself come, and you are going to watch me ride you.”

My eyes burned with the fire raging through my body, and I moved to lie back as instructed. I was ready to drool at the thought of being able to watch her as she rode me. I was desperate to see the silicone disappear deep inside her.

I lay back and watched her adjust her position so she faced me, and she swung her leg over my hips. I could see her cum glisten in the soft light of the room and I tried to trace my fingers through her wetness. A rumbling growl vibrated inside my chest as Paula pressed my hand against the mattress.

“I said you would watch.” Paula’s lust filled eyes held mine as she spoke. “I did not say you could touch.” Her eyes blazed with fire as she looked into mine.

“I need to touch you Paula.” I whispered hoarsely. Picking up my hands, Paula tickled each palm with the tip of her tongue.

“You will have your chance to put your hands on me, but not now.” She guided my hands to the mattress near my hips. “If you do not do as I tell you,” she paused to be sure she had my full attention. “You will never touch me again.”

My throat tightened with the truth in her statement. I knew better than to argue with Paula since she never said something she did not mean. The thought of never touching her again made me crazy so I did what she told me to do.

My eyes were riveted on her hips as she adjusted herself with the tip of the silicone between her glistening lips. My clit jumped as the pressure pressed the ridged surface against my pulsating flesh. My breath rushed from me as I looked at the shaft glistening with her juices as it slid deep inside her. My hands trembled with the strain of not touching her.

I slid my hands under my hips to keep from touching Paula. My eyes feasted on the vision of her using my body to pleasure herself. Sweat rolled over her flesh to mix with the abundant juices from both of our bodies.

I breathed in our combined scent as she rode me. I fought the urge to throw her down and take her. Instead, I focused on her passion filled eyes as she used her hands to caress herself while I watched. A growl raged in my chest as I saw the passion raging through Paula’s body.

My breath came in tortured bursts as I watched Paula. Her hands lifted her sweat-soaked breasts while my tongue burned with the desire to slowly trace her curves while she rode me. Electricity shot through my body as Paula moved over me. I was frustrated by not being capable of drinking all of her with my eyes while I frantically tried to take in as much as I could. Light shone on her sweat slick skin and my hands trembled with the need to touch her. Sucking in air, I panted.

“Damn woman, you are making me crazy.” Paula’s eyes danced as she grinned at me.

“Yes.” She said silkily. “I know what makes you nuts, and it is so much fun.”

She ground her hips to move the egg against my G spot as she pulled her very erect nipple to her own tongue and sucked it.

A sound rushed past my lips as I came, my body sending electric bursts of energy surging through me. I felt liquid gush past the silicone held tightly inside me, and it soaked the sheet while I rode the constant waves crashing through my body. Sweat running into my eyes made it difficult to see clearly as Paula released her nipples. She placed her hands on either side of my chest next to my arms as she stretched over me.

“Now you can touch me.” Paula huskily spoke into my ear before she bit and sucked my shoulder. She rode me hard, pressing into me to press her very rigid clit into my flesh.

I pressed against her, and felt her body tensing as she rode me. My fingers dug into her back as I bit her shoulder and sucked hard on her sweaty flesh. We came in waves that seemed to roll over us for hours, carrying us on a course out of our control. We gripped each other to ride each wave as one, screaming into the flesh we sucked into our mouths. I became gradually aware of Paula’s body beginning to relax into me as the last of her orgasmic waves washed over her.

Paula raised her head and brought her lips to mine. My hands slid along her sides to her neck, before my fingers slid into her hair and my tongue caressed hers. Our bodies melded, our tongues caressed inside my mouth and then hers.

Slowly, Paula slid to the mattress at my side. Her hand slid along my sweat-soaked belly to grasp the shaft of the dildo. She chuckled as she wiggled it against my swollen tissue before slowly pulling it from my tightly-gripping pussy.

I came again as her warm hand cupped my swollen, wet tissue. I turned and slipped my arm under her head as my other hand rested on her hip. I pulled her close to me as I pressed my lips to her forehead.

Her soft breaths warmed my neck as she slept in my arms. Her hand rested against my back with her forearm against my side.

I drifted off holding my friend against me. Our scent filled the air around us, as we slept in the arms of friendship that cradled us in the safety of trust.

T Meehan: Coming Home

By T Meehan


It had been almost a year since Tala had found the lump in Lee's breast. Typical of new lovers, they'd been ardently tussling around in bed at the time, and the discovery stopped the action cold. Lee, who'd spent so much time overcoming the daily pain of early-onset arthritis, insisted it was nothing.

"No," Tala whispered. "Let's get you tested, okay?"

Lee pulled away and muttered into her pillow, "It can't be anything serious. I'm not old enough to get breast cancer! Let's just keep going…"

The clinic visit and followup appointment were a nearly-forgotten blur now. She could remember Tala's hand nervously gripping hers, the antiseptic smell of the office, and then suddenly the sweet clarity of the doctor's verdict:

"It's benign. Just a small cyst. Not cancer." For Lee, life finally stopped holding its breath and went on more beautiful than before.

Lee rested against the smooth leather of the couch in her friend’s living room. She was housesitting for a friend who escaped from the winter chill to enjoy a romantic week with her own lover.

Soft music drifted from the laptop as she absently gazed at the blank document on the screen. Images wafted past her mind’s eye as she placed her left hand on the back of the terrier sleeping next to her on the couch. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth when her girlfriend’s prone body swam into view on her screen. The screensaver was a collection of photographs illustrating her life with Tala and their canine children. Lee watched the show and caressed Sidda's furry back while the memories came flooding into her mind.

Sidda frequently lay against Lee’s leg while she wrote or answered email. Her quiet manner gave Lee non-judgemental love and companionship while she worked, and frequently booted her inspiration. Lee stroked Sidda’s ear while the warmth of an idea grew inside her. Guided by kd lang's sultry voice, Lee closed her eyes to imagine Tala before her. Her image so vivid in her mind’s eye, Lee was sure she could actually conjure up the scent from the woman's body.

With her eyes closed, Lee’s fingers positioned themselves over the keys on her laptop. The screensaver gave way to the words forming as Lee’s strong fingers recreated her vision in writing. Her fingers danced across the plastic keys, weaing words together to form the beauty of women loving other women Each keystroke was her fingertip touching Tala's skin.

Tala loved it when Lee wrote for her -- and then read it aloud while they cuddled together. Although Lee had also written erotica, and had enjoyed much diversity in her past relationships, she'd never truly enjoy her work as much as she had once she had the opportunity to share it with Tala.

She decided then to craft a Valentine's Day tale for Tala, one that she would also publish anonymously online. Knowing that other women would read the words she created for her personal beloved had been inspiration for much of her work.

Lee smiled, as her fingers clicked across the keys, composing deliberately to have her words touch each woman -- as her own fingers might if the opportunity were to present itself. Her stories reached out to women she would never meet, to express her love of women and the way their bodies spoke to her.

Sidda placed her muzzle alongside the laptop sitting atop Lee’s thighs, her whiskers tickling as Lee's fingers formed her story of desire. Lee’s eyes opened slightly, but remained focused upon the vision in her mind: of Tala and the way light caressed her skin as she stood before her.

The tip of Lee’s tongue slowly traced her lips in anticipation of exploring the curves of Tala’s full figured body. Her fingers formed the text that described each of Tala’s features to create the equivalent of a sculpture formed by her loving touch. Lee slowly pulled air into her lungs, her imagination absorbing her lover’s scent as she continued tapping out the details she would later read to her lover.

Pausing to flex her fingers, Lee wondered what Tala was up to since she had teased her about not coming home until she received a phone call telling her it was okay. Lee chuckled when she remembered chastising Tala about not sending any women visitors away until she too had the opportunity to play.

Tala had flushed, suddenly remembering that Lee was not as filled with restrictions as women she previously had known. Lee loved to catch Tala off guard by teasing her. She enjoyed being with a woman who seemed to share her hunger for a spicier version of life.

Sipping from her coffee, Lee envisioned Tala at home, finally relaxing for a change. She had been working extra hours -- nearly double her normal week -- to finish a company project. She was obviously exhausted, and Lee had asked her to rest.

Closing her eyes, Lee imagined watching Tala as she moved through the rooms in the house. She loved to watch her lover’s body, especially when Tala did not know she was watching.

Sidda snuffled, and reluctantly stopping her daydreaming, Lee refocused her attention to her writing. She wanted the story finished by the time Tala called her to come home. Hoping her lover was resting, Lee immersed herself in her writing as the Welsh Terrier sat by her side, offering her own silent encouragement. Lee’s fingers tapped the keys as she wished she could wrap her arms around the woman she loved. A tickling energy played at the back of her neck while Lee continued her story, an energy she associated with sensing activity. It felt like the same energy Tala gave off while she busied herself preparing to surprise her.

Reaching to scratch Sidda’s back, Lee said quietly, "I am sure you know what is going on don’t you?” Sidda looked at her and wagged her tail knowingly.

“I thought so.” Lee returned her attention to the story unfolding on her screen. Her awareness of another’s energy was not new to her. She accepted it without question since she was never wrong when she sensed the energy of anyone who was close to her. She let the surge flow through her as she sent the story into a passionate whirl with an equally passionate ending, and saved it to a private file on the laptop.

Back at the home she shared with her lover, Tala fussed with bowls and plates before she quickly checked on the quiche appetizers baking in the oven. She wished she could just blink and have it all ready. She desperately wanted to have everything perfect when Lee came home. Smiling as she moved about the kitchen, Tala allowed her mind to replay the circumstances that brought Lee into her life.

Lee had been a contact on one of the lesbian Internet networking sites that Tala had explored half-heartedly. She had so often encountered women online who seemed willing to be playful only to then find they were filled with self-imposed restrictions based upon a role they tried to fit. Women who had seemed open and interested in some fun suddenly became skittish or disappeared when Tala tried to suggest they actually meet for some play.

Meeting Lee online had been a surprise at first, and it grew quickly playful as they chatted. Despite her enjoyment of their interaction, Tala was aware that she was holding part of herself. Advancing to phone contact began to chip away at her doubts, as Lee used her sultry voice to tease her while they talked into the night. Something in Lee’s voice quieted her fears, reaching out to her through the phone. Tala looked forward to their nightly calls, which, for her, had become a bedtime ritual. Lee’s voice would fill her as she lay on her bed with her dog resting nearby. The nightly contact silenced the warnings in her head and washed away her attempts to hold back.

Tala smiled as she arranged items in the kitchen, remembering how Lee’s voice caressed her the way it did when they talked each night. She recalled the rush she felt when she finally allowed herself to invite Lee to visit her home. The surprise when Lee had said "yes" twisted inside her. Tala’s heart fluttered in her chest as she replayed the scene in her mind -- of Lee first stepping into her yard on that sunny day. It took her breath away. She had been riveted to the ground next to her dog as Lee approached with a smile that reached inside her.

Feeling as if she were entwined in one of Lee’s strong embraces, Tala breathed in the scents now filling her kitchen, igniting her desires. While she could feel the flame flickering within her, Tala searched for her cell phone to call Lee.

Flipping open the phone, Tala walked to the doorway and scanned the living room to be sure it was ready. A queen sized futon lay in the middle of the room with small tables at each end, bare until the snacks being prepared in the aromatic kitchen would fill their surfaces. Unlit candles stood sentry on shelves around the room, awaiting the opportunity to be lit and cast their own magical light over the room.

Tala held the phone to her ear as she adjusted the red satin sheet across the futon, watching the shimmering fabric settle on top of the flat surface. Her fingertips tingled with the anticipation of Lee coming home and seeing what she had prepared. She smiled when she heard Lee answer her call.

“Hey, sexy.” She quietly responded to Lee’s greeting.

“Okay,” Tala teased. “The girls have gone.”

Lee chuckled into the phone. “So, are you going to be ready to make up for sending the toys away?”

Her face reddening, Tala laughed.

“Hmm, depends on how well you inspire me.”

"I'll pack up my work here and be home soon,” Lee replied. After a short pause, she added, “I love you.”

Tala smiled.

“I love you too, baby.”

Closing her cell phone and slipping it into her pocket, Tala returned to the kitchen to finish preparing the snacks. She arranged the quiches on a decorative plate and surrounded them with stuffed olives. Breadsticks lined up on a pan awaited the sprinkling of cheese and spices.

Tala had spent a long time looking up relatively simple recipes in Lee’s cookbooks since Lee was the one who normally did the cooking. Tala’s culinary skill was limited to grilling and few other simple techniques, but this was a special occasion.

Lee had been worn down lately by stress and Tala wanted to pamper her when she returned to the house. Lee always comforted others in pain and Tala was determined to give Lee some of what she so freely did for others as a massage therapist.

Tala spritzed the breadsticks with olive oil and lightly sprinkled Lee's favorite spices on them. She placed them in the oven to bake while she carried the quiche plate into the living room. A small gate blocked her small terrier’s access to the snacks.

“Sorry sweetie, but you can’t have these.” Tala spoke to the silver haired terrier. “Zo, you can help me in the kitchen in a minute.”

The room was fairly small, but the soft, thick futon was to facilitate a picnic atmosphere and provide a sensual, cuddling area for afterwards. Tala had found the luxurious satin sheets during a browsing trip at Goodwill, and she immediately knew she had to have them for a romantic Valentine's Day evening with Lee.

The delicious garlic-cheese aroma of the baking breadsticks drifted into the room as Tala lit the candles around the living room. The collection of unscented large candles flickered to life, adding to the seductive glow in the room. She paused to take in the effect of her work, her eyes glistening as she gazed around the room. She smiled with anticipation of Lee’s surprise when she came home.

Opening the oven, Tala retrieved the pan of breadsticks and placed them on top of the stove, the scented steam spiraling upwards. Taking a glass pan from her cupboard, she lined it with a rainbow towel she had been given at a Gay Pride Event in Toronto several years earlier. She arranged the towel carefully and and placed the warm breadsticks on it, as she imagined taking Lee to next year's Toronto Pride.

Just as she placed the baked goods on the side table, she heard Lee pull into the driveway. The always excitable Sidda and Zo dashed to the door to greet Lee, while Tala quickly put small dishes of fruit -- strawberries, pineapple chunks and seedless grapes -- in their places beside thick cloth napkins.

Tala made her way past the two wriggling pups and reached up to plac her palm on Lee’s cheek. She kissed her softly.

“Hi," she said. "Welcome home.”

Lee kicked off her shoes and placed her coat on a hook as she took in the aromas of the warm kitchen. The two dogs then diverted their attention to each other, with frantic greetings and playful sparring.

“Wow, it really smells great in here,” Lee said. She slid her feet into her soft, old slippers and wrapped her arms around Tala. "Mmm, I really missed you.” Lee said into her ear. “You have been busy it would seem. I thought you were going to rest, Hon.”

Squeezing Tala to her, Lee’s lips met her lover’s softly yielding mouth. A gentle growl rumbled inside her chest as she stepped back to look into Tala’s eyes. “I am smelling what seems to be something interesting…And you have candles lit too.”

Tala’s eyes sparkled as she turned to lead Lee by the hand to the living room. They stood close to the puppy gate that separated the canines from the women, and looked into the room.

“I have a special day planned for us,” Tala said. Her fingertips danced over Lee’s palm. “We have our own indoor winter drive-in theater! Well, without cars anyway. But with plenty of snacks.”

Lee pressed into her back and Tala squeezed her hand. She slipped her hands around Tala’s full waist and bent to whisper, into her ear.

“This looks amazing.” Nipping her ear while pulling Tala into her, Lee pressed into Tala’s back. “You are amazing.”

Squeezing her back, Tala stated, “This is what I imagine when I think of you – satin and candles.”

“Now, you find something comfortable so you can join me in here.” Grasping the front of Lee’s shirt in her fist, Tala pulled her close. “As much as I would love to have control over what you wear, I am going to let you decide.”

Lee stroked Tala’s cheek before kissing her lightly.

“I guess I have a big decision to make," she smiled.

Walking into the bedroom, Lee shed her clothes before finding the long-sleeved, button front shirt and silky boxers she liked to wear around the house. She knew Tala loved to see her wear it open. Aromas from the snacks teased her sense of smell while Lee slipped into her soft lightweight flannel shirt. The cotton fiber soothed her skin like the food’s aroma soothed her delicate passages. Her senses teased, Lee turned and was startled to find Tala standing in the doorway of the bedroom watching her.

Tala’s eyes slowly took in the view of Lee’s solid body inside the long flannel shirt. She stepped forward and slipped her hand inside the shirt, sliding it around Lee’s waist to the small of her back. She kissed Lee's throat before telling her to get comfortable on the futon while she readied herself.

Inhaling deeply to calm her heartbeat, Tala retrieved the body massage oil from the dresser before returning to the living room. She stopped to admire Lee’s prone form, beautifully illuminated by the flickering candles.

“Well," Tala grinned. “What happened to your shirt?” Her eyes slowly took in Lee’s suddenly clothes-free, smooth skin, resisting the urge to jump on her and ravish her.

Lee stretched her nude body to enjoy the satin sheets caressing her skin. “Figured it might get in the way.” She winked as she rolled onto her hip to ask, “So, what are we watching today?” She could see redness creep up into Tala’s throat as she swallowed. Lee loved knowing she could so easily tease her girlfriend.

“Hey Hon,” Lee tossed a large pineapple chunk to Tala. “Give this to the girls for being patient.” Lee watched Tala’s full hips as she bit the juicy piece of fruit into two equal size pieces and leaned over to give each dog a piece of dripping, golden fruit.

.Lee wanted to caress the silk covered flanks before her. Instead, she took a piece of pineapple for herself, sucked the juice from within the fruit, and then watched Tala scratch the dog’s ears and tell them they needed to play in the rest of the house.

Tala turned back into the living room to look at her lover’s prone form.

“You do add to the décor in here.”

“Well, it would be a shame to make it look worse. You really did an amazing job making this room so cozy.”

Lee reached for Tala’s calf as she walked by the side of the futon to place the massage oil on the table near the snacks. Her fingers teased the silk draped over her lover’s strong thighs. Tala slowly took Lee’s hand to stop her upward trail. She wanted so much to have Lee take over and for the two of them to have a wild time together. Instead, she knelt beside Lee on the mattress and held her hand tightly.

“As much as I want you to continue, I have something else in mind.”

Lee looked into Tala’s sparkling blue eyes and her heartbeat thumped in her chest as she felt pulled into her lover's gaze.

“Hmm, this sounds good.”

“You are going to allow yourself to be spoiled a bit," Tala said, grateful that Lee had refrained from any sarcastic remarks. “You are not going to run this. You will lay here and allow me to run this show.”

Tala held Lee’s hands still until she felt her finally relax. Releasing her grip, she reached for the massage oil.

Lee felt herself struggle against the strong desire to take over, to flip Tala onto her back, to make her scream while she used her tongue and fingertips on her smooth skin. But Tala’s eyes calmed her need to control, and she felt a desire awaken in herself to let go. She held Tala’s gaze as she relaxed into the satin surrounding her.

“Ok hon, it’s your show.”

“See?” Tala playfully swatted Lee’s hip. “I knew you were trainable…with the right inspiration.”

Lee’s chuckle ignited the soft glow in Tala’s belly as she knelt by Lee's side looking into those deep blue eyes.

“I want you to allow yourself to be massaged.” Lee nodded slightly, and Tala continued.

“I will feed you when I think you need to eat, give you water when you need it, and I will massage you with the oils you so readily massage into others.” Bending to meet Lee’s soft lips with her own, Tala kissed her gently.

“You are to be completely passive until I tell you I am finished. Do you understand?”

Lee dismissed the need to resist, to tell Tala how she felt so at home everytime she looked into her eyes…and she remained silent. She felt as if she would fall into pieces if Tala did not touch her soon. She watched as Tala opened the bottle of oil, poured out a small amount and warmed it between her palms.

The scent of ylang-ylang oil drifted into the air as Tala softly touched Lee’s forehead and cheeks. Her hands stroked the muscles as the oil penetrated Lee’s skin. Tala’s even breathing kept rhythm with her hands as she worked down Lee’s neck to her shoulders.

“You give massage all the time, and now it is your turn to receive.” Tala lightly kissed Lee’s lips. "Like the comfort we gave each other last year…the biopsy…was so worried…"

A tear threatened to run out of Lee's eye, and she fought the urge to sit up and stop it all. But Tala’s quiet voice and delicately firm touch held her to the mattress. She could not run from Tala, the woman she loved. She focused on her voice, her touch, and the warmth building beneath the surface of her skin. Tala’s fingers sent currents of energy into Lee's tired body, chasing the stress out of her body. She felt as if Tala’s strong fingers were lifting her up, off the silk-covered futon.

“Open your mouth, Hon.”

Lee’s mouth opened and Tala placed a smooth, miniature quiche into her mouth, followed by a garlic-stuffed olive. She allowed Lee to lick the olive juice from her fingers before she returned to massaging the oil into Lee’s chest.

“I have to admit that I am impressed with how well you are doing. I expected to have to fight you a bit to be able to get you to submit this way.”

Tala winked at her as she gently massaged the oil into the soft tissue of each breast. As her fingertips grazed the biopsy scar, she inhaled deeply to calm the memories. She blew gently to tease Lee’s nipples into puckering in anticipation, and then she winked at Lee before massaging down towards her belly.

Lee struggled to maintain control of her breathing while Tala’s hands worked the oil into her skin. The flame flickering deep inside her tried to flare into an inferno, stoked by Tala’s firm but delicate touch. The random patterns thrown against the walls by candles flames only made it harder to keep that inferno from taking over. She fought to not growl or to make any sound as Tala's massaging reached her hips and moved over her shaved mound.

Tala’s eyes sparkled as she breathed in deeply to capture the musky scent growing between her lover's legs as her massage became more intimate. She knew how difficult it was for Lee to refrain from taking charge, and she would have a very hard time resisting if Lee were to attempt it. She also knew that Lee had agreed to allow her to run the show, and Lee would not go back on her word.

Tala’s own body burned with desire as she manipulated Lee’s flesh and watched her skin glow in the candlelight. She wanted her tongue and teeth to do the work of her hands, but that would come later.

Lee watched Tala as her hands worked her flesh, enjoying the flex of muscles in her forearms. As the tension was removed, Lee felt a slow fire beginning to rage in its place -- the kind of fire needed play through the night and to finally collapse in each other’s arms.

“Roll onto your stomach Lee.”

Tala reached for the oil as she watched her lover roll onto her stomach. Her heart fluttered with the desire to take her lover on a trip of ecstasy, but she continued her firm massage. Each of Lee’s thighs yielded warmly to her touch. Her hands smoothed the skin as she moved across Lee’s hips and over each of her rounded buttocks. Tala leaned over, and her nipples grazed Lee's backside.

“That is going to be a personal foul, ” Lee groaned.“This is really not fair. “

"I could stop if you need me to stop.” Tala’s voice had a mischievous edge as she began to lift herself away from Lee’s backside.

“No!” Lee squirmed. “I won’t complain, but damn. You know what that is doing to me.”

Lee’s heart raced as she felt Tala’s hard nipples slide over her skin again. A soft growl rumbled inside her as she fought to not scream.

“Yes,” Tala chuckled. “I do know what it is doing to you.”

Her hands worked their way up Lee’s back as she knelt between her spread thighs. She could feel Lee struggling to do what she had agreed to do and had to resist the urge to really torture her. Adjusting her position to kneel at Lee’s side, Tala worked the oil into her squirming lover’s skin. She could feel most of the tension as it left Lee’s body and she struggled to not weep with relief. She had felt so powerless to help when Lee waited for word on the biopsy and her pain level was so high. Now she saw Lee relaxing under her touch, and it was overwhelming to have this affect on a person. She finished the massage and slid onto the sheets alongside her lover.

“Mmm. Wow.” Lee said as she felt Tala’s lips at her ear. “That was really amazing.”
She raised herself onto her elbow and bent to kiss her gentle lover. “Thank you so much.” Her hand began to caress Tala’s skin until Tala stopped her.

“I did not say I was done,” Tala said, placing her palm on the center of Lee’s chest. “I am doing the driving here.”

She pressed Lee onto her back and adjusted the pillows to prop herself up beside her surprised lover.

“Now, we will have some snacks and watch a movie.” She kissed Lee while placing her palm on Lee’s stomach.

“This is about just being close, baby.” Gently tickling the soft fuzzy hair surrounding Lee’s navel, she spoke quietly. “I love you, and today it is about being very close.”

Tala stroked Lee’s cheek before adding, “Oh, did I forget to mention the eye candy movie?”

Reaching for the remote, Tala pressed play to start the DVD while she lay next to the woman she loved.

“What is Valentine’s Day without a little eye candy?"Lee chuckled. "While being close to an amazing woman, even.”

"Okay, test question.” Tala stated as she paused the movie.

“The correct answer plays the movie, but the wrong answer will end it all.” Tala sat up. “Are you ready?”

Lee looked into the sparkling blue eyes, awaiting her response.

“Of course I am ready.” Lee’s stomach clenched as she awaited the question

“Who is your perfect woman?” Tala asked while looking deeply into Lee’s eyes.

“Hmm, that's a tough one.” Lee teased, and dramatically paused before sitting up. Then she wrapped her arms around Tala, and stated her answer clearly.

“The woman in my arms," she replied, as they snuggled into satin and each other.



T Meehan lives in Rochester, NY. When she's not writing steamy fiction, she breeds and shows Welsh Terriers, and helps other members of the gay community with pet grooming and canine care.