I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. Life is not perfect and neither are my stories, they are dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare. They are not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from emotion, desire, a longing, sexual desire, fun erotica, fantasy. My stories come spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I'm not looking for perfection in my writing, I'm purging my mind, looking for earth shattering Orgasms.
Lost Opportunity, my pen name, refers to all those times I missed the signals, failed to take the leap, didn't recognize or understand what others were feeling/wanting, just didn't go far enough from my own hang ups and fears. I've learned in my thirty years to say yes, to take a chance, make a move, have no regrets, take chances, even if I fail or are rebuffed, even those that don't work out or even when they hurt how do I know if I don't try? Life is short enjoy the ride.
Arousal during grief is a common response to loss or trauma grief can make you horny? For some people, their libido goes into overdrive during the grief process having sex releases endorphins and oxytocin. These feel-good hormones create happy feelings of relaxation and intimacy and stave off anxiety and depression. These positive emotions can even last for days.
Pre and post-funeral sex is the need for something to cling too it can be life-affirming in a refreshing way full of hope. When someone close dies people mourn in different ways, levels of sadness, the stages of grief increasing the brain chemicals (norepinephrine, cortisol, adrenaline) a way to find comfort would be to cuddle and touch another person. When we touch, cuddle and have sex, many hormones that create joy, relaxation, and happiness are released (primarily prolactin and oxytocin). Both these hormones create relaxation, feelings of love, happiness, life. Oxytocin is also known as the love hormone. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" a Irish Catholic 30year old bi-sexual woman, 5'2" 107lbs., with blue eyes and long red hair-💋
Chapter one - The Sad News
I was packing to travel to the funeral of a university friend, a sorority sister, losing her painful battle with cancer. The phone call had come from Savana in tears she had been taking care of our dear friend/sister. I had not seen Savana since her visit to Chicago and looked forward to catching up with her even though the circumstances were not the best. Savana is a divorced mother of two boys five foot tall with long red hair, dazzling green eyes a tight body and large breast. Throwing my bags in my Jeep I headed south out of the city on I-sixty-five for the six hour drive.
Through the Indiana country side my thoughts were of my gorgeous friend she sounded so sad on the phone. Around those Indianapolis bi-ways crossing the Ohio river finally pulling in at her small farm just outside of Elizabethtown. I saw her feeding the horses her red hair pulled back. Waving at her, she ran to me, embracing in a long tearful hug. We entered the house arms around each other and I could smell something good cooking in the kitchen.
"Hey Megan," I said excitedly, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Megan a dark haired beauty a little taller then me with brown eyes and a fine ass. I put my bags in a room upstairs and returned to the kitchen to help Megan with the cooking. We cooked as more sorority sisters arrived and the house came alive with the noise of old friends reminiscing, mourning the lose of one of our own. Riley was the last to arrive, my university roommate my first lesbian lover smaller then I am a natural beauty she exudes charm and grace, she hugged me from behind as I rolled dough for biscuits and whispered in my ear, "I've missed you, Cheri," her warm breath tickling my ear.
Preparation for the meal after the funeral tomorrow finally over in the kitchen I joined the poker game already in progress. Reminiscing with my sorority sisters about our university days and our dearly departed as Riley and I played an erotic game of footsie under the table.
Our cute little feet involved in an erotic dance a prelude of things to come I hoped. We drank and talked of old times until the hour grew very late and we all retired to our assigned rooms. Removing my cloths I slipped into the small bed thinking of Riley.
Awaken a short time later by Riley climbing in bed next to me. She snuggled her little warm naked body next to mine and I stroked her hair softly. Her soft hand on my flat stomach, I felt her warm hand slipping lower through my soft red pubes, I tingled at her soft touch, her fingers rubbing my pussy gently. I looked in her dazzling brown eyes full of sexual lust and desire. Kissing her sweet lips my long tongue dancing in her mouth as her fingers entered my wet cunt.
She worked in and out of my wet pussy slowly, kissing my neck then shoulders, teasing my nipples with her tongue. Riley sucked on my small breast as I shivered from the wonderful sensations. Lower still kissing her way down my flat stomach tonguing my belly button. Her face and nose gliding through my red pubes she sucked my tiny clit into her mouth.
I bit my lip so to remain quiet and not wake the rest of the sorority sisters which was not easy to do. Her wet fingers sliding between my ass cheeks smearing my wetness on my tight little butthole. Riley's tongue probed inside my vagina, curling, twisting tasting my juices.
I brought my knees up, my little toes curling, my hands in her hair. An orgasm building inside me trembling in sheer delight. I bit my lip hard as my body shook uncontrollably waves of pleasure crashing over my little body. As I recovered Riley nestled in beside me kissing my lips I tasted my sweet pussy.
Kissing me sweetly, then passionately, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Our naked bodies coming together, hands, fingers, smooth legs, cute little feet rubbing each other. Pussies grinding together bringing more sexual arousal.
Fingers inside wet pussies, two women on fire, sorority sisters. Humping frantically, squeals, moans and sighs, feelings building, bed squeaking. Speed increasing here comes our orgasmic delight. A great way to end the perfect day. Panting like wild animals, bodies grinding and shaking, squirting her juices, a beautiful thing the art of two women making love just like old times. Giggling at the situation we laid their snuggled together drifting off to sweet slumber.
