Easy As Pie

I can't count how many times another curious woman has asked me, "what does it feel like"? Well, that depends on the context of the question. Nine out of ten women master their bait, so you should know how it 'feels'. However, if you're not a woman who loves women and what they entail, then you probably didn't pay much attention past your own gratification. When you're making love to another woman, it's not as much about what feels orgasmic to you, but more about your sense of touch. Close your eyes and feel your way around. I remember the first time I felt the warmth of a woman. Anticipation is everything, and it was abundant. As our lips mingled, my hand caressed her inner thigh. There's nothing like the skin of a woman, soft like rose petals and just as sweet. As her legs slowly parted, my hand followed her lead and moved upward. My hand gently brushing against the patch of red between her legs. My fingers parted her lips and she let out a soft moan. The heat from between her legs already radiating onto my hand. I slid my finger between her lips and it drowned in her wetness. Her back arched as my finger made it's way across her swollen flesh. I know I must have let out a sigh the moment my finger slid inside. It was the most glorious feeling, so much more than I had imagined. The heat alone, caused me to tingle all over. It's like sliding your finger into a warm pie. Moist, hot and sweet enough to eat. I explored every inch of her that night. My eyes closed, I memorized her and the all the spots that made her moan. Caressing her lips, careful not to leave them out. Feeling her harden beneath my fingertip, I massaged it gently in a non teasing motion. Watching her as I went from slow and steady to lighter and faster. Throwing away inhibition and slipping my finger inside from time to time, I watched her thrust into my hand. Feeling her tighten around my finger and pull me deeper, only caused my own ache to increase. The palm of my hand pressed against her as my fingers, first one, then two, brought her to an erruption in my arms. You see ladies, the next time you wonder what it feels like, bake yourself a pie and use your imagination. The real thing is similar, only a million times better.

The Nipple Kiss

There's something to be said about the power of a kiss. The feeling of her nipple barely touching my own. Watching as they harden simultaneously. My body hovering above hers, lowering just enough for my nipple to graze across hers. They mingle together, flirting and cohercing one another to attention. Moving in a slow motion I set into a rocking motion, teasing her nipple and grabbing at it with my own. The tingle starts at the tip and travels down below. My hair brushes her face as my leg slides between hers. Carefully, both of my nipples meet hers and her breathing quickens. Slowly still rocking... my chest presses into hers. Her nipples rock hard beneath my own, I press my chest into hers. The friction between our bodies heightens our senses making our nipples ache. My leg pressing with the rest of me, I feel the power of this nipple kiss by the dampness on my thigh. Picking up the pace, with my nipples errect and pressed to hers, I place my mouth on her neck as she thrusts into my thigh and lets out a glorious moan.