This is an autobiographical work of fiction. Characters are not intended to resemble anyone living or dead, fictional or real.
The quotes at section transitions are from songs that played to mind while writing. They enhance the scenes & are intrinsic to the ambiance of the story. Copy/paste & search 'em, & listen. Really. Listen! They'll add seasoning & spice to the narrative experience. (Use Startpage or DuckDuckGo because they don't identify your PC's unique IP address or track your location or collect the content of your searches.)
This story was inspired by "The Last Time We Fucked", a poem by HeartnSole. Words are revolutionary! When soulfully written, they transform to seed riding the winds. It's miraculous, perhaps distressing at times, yet absolutely astonishing what blooms from fertile soils when words fall planted into earth. Thanks J.
Thank you, LesbianChickLit. You sparked my attempt to tell this story. Damn girl, that voodoo that you do so well... You are the wordsmith we all aspire to; that wondrous lover we all desire, too. (Oh, I scream, I need you LCL, please girl, fuck me stupid! Fuck me to the moon... ¡Callate y besame!)
AVixenLiterally helped me fix/edit the first few early drafts; then cut me loose to take wing alone. She challenged me to weave a tapestry that readers might feel & experience. If just a phrase, feeling or image touches your heart, it is because of her generosity, skill & her gentle encouragement. What a gifted storyteller. I am grateful. I am humbled.
Nota bene, I alone am responsible for writing this dreck. This story is work in progress & it's arguably much too early to publish, however, due to the conditions of fate, I don't expect enough time to finish it. Any spelling, grammatical or stylistic faux pas are mine. You have only me to blame if this story sucks.
If graphic sex between two women in love is not your cup of tea, by all means stop drinking it. (I heartily recommend the double-shot Cappuccino.)
No gradual seduction here, shagging starts fast & hard, the tease comes later. Don't complain; you've been apprised.
This is my first submission. (Shut up your domme face!) Being kind is not requested nor required.
All characters were over the age of consent...yada yada yada. If you shouldn't read it, don't!
No teenagers were harmed while writing this story.
A Bakery, Ruminations & Fucking...
"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms."
Muriel Rukeyser
First Part:
"God is alive. Magic is afoot."
(In which we meet Erin and, from her perspective, this tale begins...)
It is just dusk when I arrive at the cafe. Opening my car door, the rich aromas of freshly baked breads gently tease my nose. The shop windows are steamy and, as I walk through the front door, rich pungent smells of cinnamon, berries, chocolates, and coffees startle my tongue, assailing my senses; my mouth waters.
I reach behind me and lock the entry. Her back is to me, long lithe legs moving to a tune only heard through her ear buds, that delicious ass seductively swaying to the rhythm. Oh, such a tight and muscled teardrop ass, my breath catches and I am stunned by how pretty she is, how unabashedly spontaneous, how comfortable she is in her own skin.
Not me. I'm more of a self-conscious animal. One of the realities of being a shrink is that I muck about in other people's baggage and emotional garbage, trying to make sense of it, straighten and order it; to engender and nurture some meaning from it and stimulate enlightenment for my patients. (So sue me, I'm into a Jungian gestalt.) It also means I muck about in my own emotional shit too often - it puts a buffer between me and how I experience the world. I am always a bit outside myself, watching, gauging, analyzing – never like her, just joyfully spontaneous and experiencing.
Jillian is a jock, but she has a dancer's body. Long and sinewy, lean and lithe, her luscious body ripples as she moves. She doesn't walk - she glides and soars. She's an animal, 5 foot 4 inches of raw and untamed, with caramel blonde hair almost reaching the middle of her back, it is wavy and shiny, and sparkles in the light.
I quietly walk up behind her, slip my hands beneath her rainbow LGBT tank-top and wrap my arms around her muscled torso; silken skin and ripe firm breasts fill my hands. "Don't move." I murmur in her ear as she, surprised at first, gasps, turning her cheek into my neck. My left hand leaves her breast, stroking up against her throat, and gently covers her mouth. "Shush." I whisper, my tongue tracing the tender shells of her ear. She shudders, takes a breath, and trembles. Her tongue darts out, shyly licking my palm, stroking out to the junction of my middle fingers and then back, slow warm wet breathe on my palm. I shiver a little, still not used to how deeply I care for her, how much I want her. My pussy clenches and dampens. The bakery smells waken my stomach; it's growling, and I realize I've not eaten since bagels and coffee early this morning. My hunger for her and the tasty smells around me makes me drool.
I stroke her firm breast, pinching a turgid nipple as it hardens and stiffens between my thumb and forefinger, the areola becomes goose bumpy. She gasps. "Please lock the door, baby," she moans, grinding her ass between my hips and pushing onto my cunt. "It's already done, sweetness." I say and turn her slowly around, gently pushing her to her knees, drawing her face towards my thighs. Her fingers deftly unbutton my jeans and peel them from my ass, down my legs, her tongue licking the insides of my thighs, hands grasping my ass cheeks. Desire washes through me and my knees become weak. I actually feel like I might fall, and begin shuffling us backward to the display counter.
Stumbling into it, the coldness of the glass shocks me and trembling, I slide downward, grabbing hold of a shelf behind me to stop from falling. My left hand fists her hair as I pull her further between my thighs. "Lick me." I manage hoarsely and her tongue teases my slit, flattens and draws up between my flooding lips, flutters against my hardening clit for a teasing few moments, and suddenly plunges into my pussy. The muscles in the small of my back clench, tingling boils up the base of my spine, sending shock waves into my pussy.
