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. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" a Irish Catholic 30year old bi-sexual woman, 5'2" 107lbs., with blue eyes and long red hair-💋
Todays story is about Riley a friend who became a lover and opened my mind. We were roommates in college in our early twenties one magical night. Enjoy the story:
Nirvana playing in the background as our fingers explore each others soft bodies, cute feet, smooth legs, wet pussies, breast. Pleasure building, tingling, shaking, moaning, laughing, the sounds of sheer delight. The scent and sounds of our hot wet sex filling the room. Lust & desire running our minds in a primal dance of love, sex, playfulness and fun. Riley's soft lips moving to mine, kissing, our lips meeting for the first time, our tongues intertwined in an thrilling erotic dance.
I am so turned on, what am I doing, how did this happen? We are just friends, but it feels so good, your soft lips, so natural, tingling all over, caught up in our lust and desire, I want so much more. I feel slight pressure on my shoulders pushing me down, I knew this maneuver, men used it often when they wanted me to go down on them.