Thread: Write Me a Story (SomethingEsoteric & Bimbo_a_la_Blonde)

Clarissa only looked upon Amber with narrow eyes as the question of the door came, she chuckled lowly and said nothing letting her take her next step one that just so happened to be a marriage of lips. Kisses were a strange thing, like most sexual acts for that matter, an exchange of dead skin, warmth and the slightest relief of saliva remaining from previous gestures and idiosyncrasies but so much more than the sum of their parts. Just dead skin, saliva and heat and yet they could say so much, could yield such result in every pore. She felt a slight shiver run up her spine as gentle curiosity met her own poignant prod Amber kissed her so delicately and maybe, just maybe shed return the favor. it didnt last long, kisses werent capable of conveying what words could but much could be said by that simple three facet exchange. One could kiss with all the heat and passion of an action movie super star before a pants-on fuck on the kitchen counter, one could kiss chaste and cool like a matronly peck on a scraped knee, one could kiss with the listlessness of a long relationships Good afternoon, how was work? , she preferred the first and was quick to steal that ground from Amber. Clarissa turned her head and pushed forward with her face against Ambers her nose flattening against the young womans cheek bone as she pushed her lips open with her own and spellbound ambers tongue, stealing it, claiming it as hers as she batted it about inside her mouth and twirled it none too gently around hers. As they kissed Clarissa felt her own heat mounting, felt maybe her anticipations were beginning to align with the little lamb beneath her and frankly that just wouldnt due at all. With a small grunt she shoved Amber off her and down to the couch on her back, grinning at her maliciously That door? She regarded, Im not even sure its shut sweet heart. Clarissa chimed and rolled her eyes undoing her belt buckle with purpose and ease crinkling her gaze upon Amber. Clare set the belt over the back of the couch, keeping it on hand with care shed use it soon enough but for now shed take things at least relatively slow. Tell me Amber, have you ever watched? She whispered, leaning down to Amber, her ample chest finding her counterparts, the lace of Ambers bra and vibrant blue scallops that held them meeting the silk of her blouse. I think you have, I think you watched and you touched yourself just like I did. Each word spoke into Ambers ear, vibrating her lobe as Clarissa suckled upon it and nipped at the ridge, ran her tongue through each valley, would you like to watch me? or maybe youd like me to watch you To Clare, this meant very little and yet it meant the world this was her world, so often traversed it was natural as breathing to seduce and please her chief and primary purpose. It was easy, it was natural, so common she didnt even think of it, it just happened all on its own for Clare Sex was as easy as breathing and maybe more necessary, shed hold her breath till blue in the face if she thought that was necessary for an orgasm but then, she was on the other side of these exchanges, she didnt need to hold her breath it was up to her to tell Amber to. and in time, she would. Maybe you'd like if someone was on the other side of that door.