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Free Lesbian Sex Stories - The Pleasure is all Mine
As a lesbian, sometimes I get very lonely. I know that people who are straight also get lonely, but sometimes I think it's even tougher for a person who likes the same gender. It's so much harder to pick up someone to be with. It's just a difficult situation sometimes, so I chose to find someone on the Internet.
Even that was quite hard to find someone I felt comfortable with and that I had a lot in common with. I didn't want just sex. I wanted a partner, a companion. I wanted someone to please and show that I care about them.
I tried lesbian chat rooms, announcing my presence to some newsgroups, some web sites. I really thought maybe my search was hopeless and that I would be alone forever. But then I found her.
Janice and I found each other on a message board. We both messaged our preferences in someone else, and they were both about the same. So I sent her an e-mail asking if she wanted to chat with me.
We chatted for a good long time, quite a few days in a row. She was fun and funny, and we really did have a lot in common, but most of all, we had a connection. I could feel it with her even over the computer.
She sent me her picture, and I sent her mine. She was small built, blonde, blue eyed, and big breasted. She was perfect so I e-mailed her to ask if she would be interested in meeting me and sent with it, my nude photo. To my surprise, she was very interested.
After finding out so much about each other, talking on the phone a few times, and feeling so close to her, we decided to meet each other. I couldn't wait. I hoped that our meeting would go as well as I wanted it, too. I hoped that it would not only be a sexual session, that it would be a relationship. But first things first. She let me know that she would be at my place on Thursday afternoon.
I dressed in a short skirt, panties, and a white blouse with nothing else. I kept thinking that I shouldn't even bother with the panties because I knew that they were soaked with my excitement. Just from thinking about her, I ached inside.
The moment Janice came through my door; she began kissing me slowly and tenderly while pressing her body against mine. The kiss was sweet and gentle so I didn't mind at all. Her hands unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. Her hands touched my breasts and moving her hands down until she came to the snap on my skirt to let it fall on the floor. She has this way of moving her fingers over my body and making me quiver. She slid her hand into my panties and lightly moved over my already wet pussy. The light touch made me wet, and I pushed against her hand.
She licked her way to my breasts then down to my pussy to kiss me there. Then we moved over to the couch, and I lay down with my legs spread and knees up in the air. She began by using those tremendous fingers on my pussy still lightly, before putting them inside me to play with my clit. She was very good at what she was doing. It felt good to be touched by a woman. She brought her lips to my pussy and began licking and teasing my clit. Her fingers started to slip inside of me. I felt more and more pressure as she put more fingers into me. I wasn't sure but I thought she had her whole hand in me. Her tongue kept licking my clit until I was just about ready to cum. She stopped touching and licking me, and then I felt something cold and hard pressing against my pussy and going inside me. It pushed in and out. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every moment of the feeling. Then I opened my eyes to see her riding up and down herself on a vibrator that was stuck to the floor. She was breathing hard as she fucked me with the large dildo. I felt her play with my clit again and in moments, I started to cum. It felt so good, and I did so, she came, too. It was incredible.
"Let me touch you," I said as she held me.
"Not yet. I'm just so happy to please you," she said. And she really seemed to look happy to please me.
Eventually, she allowed me to have her, to please her and lick her and make her cum in my mouth, but it took a little coaxing. She is just a woman that liked to please more than be pleased, and I get used to that.
We sat on the couch together a few minutes later, and I looked at her curiously. "Don't you want someone to please you, too?"
"I am pleased. I had just as much pleasure as you did," she said, smiling. And I believed her.
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