Hey, please help me win this erotic story-writing competition, okay? Read my story here:
and if you think it’s the best one, vote for it/review it at the end, it’s that simple!
Thank you SO much! Love, Lisa
But hurry, the contest is over Jan 7, 2017
Here’s the first half of the story to get you started…
From: Sarah Morison
To: Melissa Sykes
Date: Jan 07, 2016
Subject: This and that
Melissa, I was so sorry to hear of your husband Michael’s passing. Although you and I have only been internet acquaintances and I didn’t know your Michael personally, I feel the loss, and hope and pray that your pain soon passes to be replaced by warm memories of your beloved husband. I don’t know what I would do if ever I lost my Robert – he is my whole life!
Jan 09, 2016
Melissa, Thank you for your quick response (although of course one wasn’t required.) Yes, I’d like to get to know you better, though your friend Margery here in Suffolk has painted such a glowing portrait of you already! And she says that we even resemble each other – besides being a twenty-something brunette with blue eyes, do you have a monthly weight problem too, ha ha?
Jan 16, 2016
Dear Melissa, Thank you so much for the lovely teas. I can’t wait to try them!
Jan 18, 2016
Dear Melissa, I tried the teas that you sent. They were so amazing, the lovely peach scent is so fresh and has an undercurrent of something…not sure what. But thank you!
P.S. My husband Robert tried some tea, and he agrees that it’s quite lovely! He has such good judgment, and I value his opinion in everything.
Jan 25, 2016
Dearest Melissa, What a whirlwind this last week has been. I’ve been experiencing the strangest dreams. It’s hard to describe them exactly, but to say that they feature sexual themes, it seems. Colors that I can’t quite name, music from instruments that defy description…and the lovers, yes! There are people in my dreams – I can’t say men, or even boys, but I think they might be, some of them…they touch and caress me in a most unmasculine way, with feeling and tenderness I’ve never associated with a man!
And the tea…it is divine! I’ve been drinking it far too much, ha ha! Also, poor Robert is feeling poorly. I hope it’s only a stomach upset, but he’s so foolish with the things he eats sometimes, like a dog gobbling up road kill, to be crude, I’m sorry to say.
All my love, Sarah
P.S. As wonderful as the tea is, and as much as I want to hoard it all for myself, I took the extra box you sent me to my sister Lila. I know she’ll love it as much as I do!
Feb 2, 2016
Dearest Melissa, There was one dream, just last night…I was in bed, on my stomach, entirely nude – Oh, this is one of the dreams I’m telling you, not in real life with Robert in my bed. Poor Robert, he’s not feeling at all well currently. He feels it’s something he ate, but I think he eats too much of the wrong things and so it serves him right!
I’ve also left his bed. Perhaps I feel that he would feel better and recover faster if he didn’t have someone next to him disturbing his sleep, or perhaps I’m just coming to loathe him…but that would be a terrible thing for a wife to say, so I shan’t.
But as I was saying, I was deliciously naked in my bed…or somebody else’s, and this other person was sitting atop me, their naked bottom on mine as their fingers, long and graceful, and with the loveliest nails, caressed my back, nails scraping lightly from my shoulders on down my back in a straight line, 10 fingernails drawing pleasure through my back, my skin there tingling, the sweet sensation not dissipating but gathering together into a stream, like multiple small streams of water creating a larger one, the sharp tingles joining into an electric current that somehow made its way straight to – may I say it, we’ve never met but I feel that you might be a best friend, if not the best friend – my pussy and clit, a sharp shock of pleasure filling my soft little pink pearl, making it hard and tense, filled with ecstasy and it figuratively burst, radiating hot delight throughout my hips and cunt – yes, my cunt, I said it!
I can’t help it, the pleasure was too much, I must share with you! After all, you needn’t see how red my face is as I describe how lovely it felt to cum under another woman’s fingers – for I have decided it was indeed another woman making love to me in my dream.
She bent down over me, her sweet, heavy breasts warm against my back, with their hard nipples sharply scraping my tender flesh, each stroke along my skin sending shivers of pleasure through me. Then she straightened out her body behind me, her thighs pressing against the backs of my legs, so deliciously feminine and smooth; her pussy wet and hot against my plump ass. I could feel her hot cream actually dripping on me, her excitement to have another woman in her arms bringing her the pleasure of the orgasm, again and again!
She brought her face to the back of my neck, my long, curly hair full and smooth – she told me how lovely it felt to bury her face in it – but she soon brought her mouth to the sensitive skin of my neck and throat, kissing me and tickling me with her soft, warm and moist breath, hinting at her excitement and pleasure as she breathed so rapidly and shallowly.
“I must caress you, sweetness,” she murmured, and I shivered as her fingers crept around my midsection, entirely bare and defenseless before her, fingertips tickling me slightly under my arms and along my ribs, then approaching and engulfing my full breasts in her grasp. Oh, so heavenly!
The moment that a woman first feels another woman’s touch on her intimate feminine places is indescribable (but of course I will endeavor to describe anyway!)
I was used to the crude pawing of my husband and boys before him in college – just some 5 years ago – all lacking any semblance of grace or understanding, but this woman’s touch – her caress, actually, so perfect – as she held my warm breast in her soft hand, gently squeezing the breast itself, then her thumb and forefinger cleverly trailing up to the nipple and pinching, squeezing my dark pink lovely there until a sharp jolt of pain shot through my nipple directly to my clitoris. The climax overwhelmed me, shudders of amazing pleasure running rhythmically through my body and my being like waves on a beach, a tsunami of ecstasy drowning me then, my cries soft and weak as I let her have my body and soul for all time.
I must end this story for now – the puling infant who believes himself to be my husband is whining for something.
Yours in adoration, Sarah
Feb 04, 2016
My Dearest Love Melissa,
So much has happened in such a short time!
Robert has been taken to the hospital, something about his heart growing weak. This comforts me, as they will take better care of him than I am capable of, or inclined to.
And that leaves both a bigger bed for me and an emptier house with no chance of him snooping on me as I investigate my new inclinations.
Remember that I told you of my dream, of another woman caressing me, and bringing me the greatest pleasure? I decided to use the internet to explore the subject of woman-woman attraction, and oh, my goodness!
I went to the Amazon.com site – I go there for practically everything – and they have kindle books for “bi-curious women.” After all, I was curious…and most assuredly a woman, right? Of course, I’m not at all “bi”…just looking. Anyway, they are all about women who are interested in, um, doing things, with other women, and their stories and experiences. The stories captivated me right away, and I had no difficulty seeing myself in the roles of those women.
One fictional story (I think it was fiction), called “All the Young Girls Love Laura,” was about a woman, who works as a prostitute to other women, and the amazing sex that she had with them, her yearnings to be with another female, the need to feel a woman’s soft skin on her own, to taste the woman’s tongue as they kiss, to hear her sigh and moan in her ear as eventually they make love…
Don’t miss the rest, it’s at http://badbible.com/lesbian-sex-stories/daughters-american-evolution/ for a LIMITED TIME ONLY!