lesbian
According to a friend: I knew you and her had something going on. You’ve got this little smirk thing you two do.
There are those things I have to keep locked away in the back of my mind because I worry what will happen when they come out. I worry about how I will react, what I’ll turn into, if I’ll like it. Sometimes I just don’t want to know.
This is one of those things.
(via tittyglitter, purecream)
It would be lying to say I haven’t had a fantasy along these lines.
I was supposed to have a sexy night with her tonight.
But, some stresses in her other relationship, the one with her boyfriend, kept her feeling less than sexy. I realized that there were really two choices that I had about the evening. I could just go do my own thing or I could go over there and see if I could help. I was aware that, basically, the difference in these choices was that one indicated that we were on purely sexual level at this point or if there was something deeper.
At the very least, she’s one of my very close friends. A bit deeper, I don’t know, I think there’s something.
I went over to her room. I held her in bed, played with her hair, let her talk it out. I listened. We ate cookies. It felt nice to care for her and take on that sort of role. It was something people on a purely sexual level don’t do, I’m fairly sure. She called me sweetie.
Sweetie.
I am finally testing the waters of polyamory this year after a long time of really wanting to scratch the surface but being afraid and just not knowing what I wanted. And I’m really starting to get what it means now, what it implies.
We were on her bed, kissing and giggling.
I was on top. My hands were wandering to her breasts, sometimes my face was wandering there, too. She has these amazingly full breasts, especially for being an athlete. They kind of come as a surprise considering the rest of her body. I’m not complaining at all.
I leaned up and smacked her. As mentioned earlier on my tumblr, I’ve been experimenting a little bit with my faint switchy urges. She just laughed, “that’s not how you slap someone.”
She rolled back on top of me, pinning me down with her legs and smacking me with a chuckle. She pushed my shirt down and leaned down to lick and suck my nipples. She bites a little. Gently. Playfully. The mood’s light.
She reached around until she found one of her scarves, rolling me onto her stomach and whispering, “now let me show you how to spank someone.” She gathered my wrists up and tied them to her headboard.
“When was the last time you were spanked?” she asked as she ran her nails over the back pockets of my jeans.
My head is already buzzing. I can’t think straight. “I can’t remember.”
“Well,” she reached around me, unbuttoning my jeans, “that’s not a very good sign, now is it? We’re going to have to fix that.”
I hate the expression “we were goofing around and then we started hooking up”. I think it’s stupid. I don’t get how it works. I can’t imagine that you just sort of fall on someone and start making out with them.
But, um, that’s exactly what happened last night.
I was over at her room. I know, I know, I know. I said I wasn’t going to do anything with her. (Forgive me, tumblr, for I have sinned.) But she had clearly defined the lines of non-monogamy with her guy and they had both explored some other stuff with no negative repercussions. This changed the climate immensely.
Anyway, we were kind of goofing around on her bed. I know this was baiting it, but I was lying there and thrusting and faking sex noises when she told me that she was concerned about her neighbors being able to hear her through the wall. She climbed on top of me to shut me up. I rolled over back on top of her. We kind of started making out. You know how it works.
We keep this up for a while. Kissing, touching, giggling. It’s light and sweet and fun.
So how did this wind up in probably one of the most intense spankings I’ve gotten in a while?
I’ll get to that, I promise.
This is absolutely what chicks do.
And what this chick is doing tonight.
So, okay, not quite. But, I’m getting together with a bunch of other ladies (who love ladies) to have a night to ourselves.
Oh, and knife girl is definitely going to be there. Remember her?
This is what chicks do when guys aren’t around isn’t it? Right? It is.
Don’t flinch, dear.
Sorry, we haven’t trained her not to bite yet.