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    Carmine lips : caramel skin # 7 (not # 6 – thanks helene78 :))

    Previously

    We stayed that way for seconds until her hands searched my waist. 

    “Come here” she demanded. 

    I provoked her… and kept the space. 

    “That’s exactly what I want…”

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    My voice.

    My sultry voice invited her.

    My smile.

    My dirty smile defied her.

     

    I leaned myself on the couch. My head in the messed cushions on the couch’s arm.

    I offered my opened legs.

    I commanded her.

    “Come here”

     

    Bette let her body laid between my legs. Her pubic mound, on its way up, grazed my pussy. My breasts gained company.

     She kissed me hard, while her hands slid between fabric and skin, grabbed my ass. My legs around her waist pressing her body, her pubic mound, her pussy, against mine.

    But suddenly our kiss became… softer…Her breathe eased. Her hands rested calm.

     I felt her heartbeat in my chest.

     I opened my eyes to watch the wonder.

    Her eyes were closed lightly.

    She let her right hand landed at my center.

     Her left hand caressing my thigh.

     My legs now gave up and reposed at her inner legs.

    Her body relaxed on mine.

     

    She looked at me. Her eyes full of tender.

    “ I…. …. ….”, she said between her heavy sighs, in a low whisper.

    I perceived the fire…flames, redness, magma. And these could never turn into ashes.

    Nonetheless, she held the words inside.

    She locked them. (She must thought… “Just one night…”)

    But it was all there.

    She chained the sentence. (“Just one night…”)

    But it was not because her thoughts were entangled. It was clear inside her eyes…

    She disconnected the words. (“Just one night…”)

    She avoided the thoughts and this way Bette kept the words inside.

     

    But… I didn’t.

     

    I… I cupped her face and let the sentence flew from my lips. It flew…

    “I love you…”

     

    I surprised myself with the easiness and the sense of freedom these sweet words brought to me. I was her love by need and her slave by option.

    I devised the agitation inside her pools.

    I clashed love, I saw love, but I became aware from her state of confusion. From her pain. From her loneliness after me, from her love…. Love.

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    Comments

    1. Braz going ot post for the first time in your story,,,I must say you have a way with words and I like it. You can feel what both women are feeling and how you have made both women want each other so much,,,love it!!

    2. I never said it was the most terrible pain… (it certainly is one of the most enjoyable ones) just that walking could be very difficult, but I said nothing about floating inches above the floor ;-)) — And I certainly enjoyed very much this new ride, in fact, there are very few I would enjoy more ;-)) …. but the very last sentence “makes me panick for the second time”… well, now tell me that Tina and I are just panicking for nothing, hmm ?! – I really love your way with words, and also the way you use music (and lyrics) in your stories : you obviously have a vast culture, from your posts, and also your notes… what do you teach : litterature, philosophy, both ? apart from “love lessons” of course ;-)

    3. and oh, just to correct the typo : this is chapter 7 already (chapter 6 was on sunday)…… but you can continue for seven more… or 17, or 77… well if you are not too tired : as for myself I don’t get tired by reading your posts, in fact I get so “awaked” by your stories that it’s difficult to go sleeping… but I must, since it’s midnight right here ;-)

    4. Braz I had read this when I had gotten home from work, and um…..DAMMIT!!!!! You are getting the water bill woman. YES YOU ARE! ; – )))) You are the Queen of Lesbian Sex, whether it is tender or raw, it is you babe. Talk to you soon honey. xoxoxo

    5. DAMN DAMN DAMN girl, Im not event cooling down yet from the last chapter and now you’re getting me more hot again, damn I need ice water or cold shower lol, so hot so hot in here lol. Damn B&T are so fucking hot and awesome, love it. Please post more, thanks!

    6. Sorry for commenting so late, Braz, honey, my computer is broken. Oh no! Well, this was beautiful. Truly profound. Still think that something bad is going to happen though.. Which is sad. Hm.. I should get to sleep. I have to be up in 4 hours so thank you for this, I’m sure it’ll evoke plenty of wonderful dreams :) Post soon, babe xxx

    7. God that was breathtaking!! I’m just amazed by your fic Braz!!!I have some problem with my laptop so I don’t know if i’ll be able to read and comment your next chapters :(!But i’m sure they’ll be amazing!!And I support you al the way!!Your fic is just AWESOME!!Thank for this my dear Braz!!

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