I watched as she kneels before the brunette, slipping her silky panties off slowly. Stroking her thighs, playing lightly with her fingertips. As the brunette opened her legs her blonde lover leaned forward inhaling her scent, I imagine it filling my being, as she tasted her nectar. I heard soft moans as the blonde slipped a finger into her, tracing her tongue along the folds of her secret place. I can almost see her flick her tongue against the clit of the brunette and she jumped as if she had been hit with electricity. She opens her legs wider to the blondes touch, she buries her tongue deep inside as she strokes her fingers in and out...a low guttural moan; bucking against her lover as the brunetteโs orgasmic cries fill the air and her nectar runs down. I realize that my watching was wrong. A violation of privacy but the sight was more than worth the risk. The image of the two young ladies, entwined in Sapphic passion floated in my mind for several days.
Now you may be wondering where this came from and to where it is leading. Trust me I did not know these answers until later. My girlfriend and I were at a point where we just did not have the same fire in our sex lives as we did before. We had tried several different things, movies, books, that sort of thing, but still the heat was waning, the fire slowly going out. I had left the house that evening trying to think, come up with something that would excite Kim when I looked up and through that bedroom window and saw those two women. It took a few days before it dawned on me that I was approaching this the wrong way. It was not the fire that was the problem, it was the wood used to stoke it. The mental part of our sex life was not there in other words.