Message-ID: <5293eli$9710311114@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: Story: Coins One - coins000.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <63bdnc$9p0$2@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Greetings from the Shadows dear reader!! Once again, here is another post from what passe for my mind. All standard disclaimers apply. If you are under 18 or live in a community where adult material is not wanted, do not read this!! Post and/or archive this freely, so long as 1) all due credit is given to the author and 2)you don't make a profit off of my work. This is my first attempt at a purely lesbian story. It's part of my continuing experiment to delve deeper into to female aspect of stories, particularly... lesbian sex. I am greatly looking forward to any and all response to my first attempt, and would like feedback. dez187lm@hotmail.com is the address to drop your line. One special note: I would like women who have had a lesbian experience to help me out on this one. If you have read my post to ASSD, then you are familiar with what I am shooting for. Like any true marksman, I am going to take several shots in order to gague how accurate and precise I am, and would greatly appreciate any and all points of reference, comments and.or critical words. I want to only b=get better as I continue to write. But enough. I am stepping off of my soapbox and leave you, the reader, to decide. May the winds blow fair and true, dear reader!! Coins: Cheryl: Two Times By: H.D. Meister I really enjoy walking through the mall on a Friday night. Why? I like seeing the growing wolf cubs practice their time honored craft. I laugh as they watch me walk by, judging me like I'm a side of beef. A few have even tried their lines. None have worked, and none ever will. I am a lesbian. I'm also black. I remember clearly the first time I had sex. It was not exactly what I had expected it to be, but it was not a disappointment. He was a skilled lover, and I really liked it. Yet I felt that something was not quite right. Oh, I liked the feel of his thickness as it soothed the itch between my thighs with its constant in and out technique, but I just knew that this was not what I wanted from sex. The night I slept with a woman, I knew that this was what I wanted. I Don't know what it was. Maybe it was her soft skin that I was missing. Perhaps it was the gentle way her tongue played with my clit. I don't know, and really don't give it much thought now. All I know is that I would rather have sex with a woman that with a man. Although I will say one thing for men: they know how to fuck. I wore a strap on dildo for the first time just yesterday. I don't remember her name; too much alcohol will do that. It happened at a party that a good friend of mine decided to throw. I wandered up to the bathroom, Luck was with me; no one was in line. I entered and let fly about three beers when I heard the soft maoning coming from the room next door. When I had finished, I decided to peek in, hoping to catch a glimpse of some wannabe stud fucking some boozed up party chick. Guess I got disappointed. The boozed up chick was there, but she was being fucked by a woman wearing a black strap on which held an equally black latex dildo. I remember asking them If I could join in, and knew right away that I would not be rejected. Both of them were white, and I'm fairly certain that they have dreamt of sleeping with a black woman. The one with the strap on pulled the dildo from her partner and walked over to me. I entered the room and took hold of the dildo. It was cold, unlike the thick warmth of my first lover's manhood. The next thing I remember is the tangy taste of a blonde bush on my lips, and the constant thunder as I was fucked by my first strap on. I remember thinking how wonderful it felt, and how decidely spicy the blonde tasted. I tried to give as good as I got, not wanting them to feel left out of the action. I came hard, and often. When it became my turn to try thr strap on, I took a moment to look at myself. I like to think that I'm an attractive woman. 5'8" tall, with a body by workouts-are-us. Watching that latex dildo bouce from my crotch was... obscene. And very thrilling. The first to feel it was the woman who wore it first. I had to get used to having something bounce from down there, and I'm sure it wasn't the best for her. But I enjoyed it, and gained an appreciation for what men have to go through.. Ok... so I don't know what it feels like to "blow a load," but I did have the satisfaction of having my clit thumped and scratched with every thrust. It wasn't enough to bring about an orgasm, but it kept me horny as hell. When I moved to the blonde, I wanted noting more than to fuck her brunette. That's when she kindly said that I was "in the wrong hole. Now I know the difference between a sex soaked love nest and an asshole, but checked anyway. The dildo was firmly within her nest. I blame the alcochol for my lack of immediate understanding. When I finally got the meaning, I was not too sure of myself. That didn't stop me from granting her request. I remember taking care, and wondering what a man would feel. The other woman decided to help me along by sliding her tongue up my own asshole as I pilaged her partner. I don't remember too much after that. it all gets muddles is the haze of too much beer and one thundering orgasm after another. My only regret was the beer. I would have loved to be able to remember the sheer pleasure of fucking a woamn with a strap on. Living in the South has basically confined my search for one to skulking the internet for a reliable supplier of such devices. Yet I can honestly say that I now know that I am truly a lesbian. it's not that I find men unattractive; i find women more attractive. I like feeling the softness of a woman's body against mine. Their scent is softer, even after they have been sweating for some time. To me, it's just plain more.... pleasing. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /