Outlandishly gooooood sex scenes

Christian Grey is soooooooooooo last year and there is a new fictional man stealing the hearts of women everywhere.  His name is Jamie.  James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser to be precise.

For those of you not in the know he is the lead male character from Diana Gabaldon's 'Outlander' series of books and more recently, the Starz screen adaptation of the series. 

I give to you Jamie Fraser

My mum has been recommending the books to me for years but it just didn't sound like 'my type of thing' because there is an element of fantasy to it [fantasy, sci-fi... my brain just can't comprehend it].  As with the books she encouraged me regularly to watch the series so one night the wifey and I decided we would give it a go.  I don't know that either of us had great expectations for the show but I have learnt my mum is usually right [about everything...] so we settled on the couch to watch.

From episode one we were hooked.  Yes, the story was pretty great, but what really caught our eye was the deliciousness that is Jamie Fraser.  Yeap.  Intense, cheeky, sweet, funny, loveable, and just plain ol' HOT.

Going too much into just why Jamie is the all-around perfect man would probably give away too much about the story for those of you who haven't read the books or seen the series (if you haven't, GO WATCH IT NOW!), so because this is a blog with a strong sexual base, I thought I would discuss another reason we love Outlander.

The sex.

The sex is.  Wow.  Just wow.

I know I said I didn't want to spoil too much, so if you'd prefer not to read about the sex, then stop reading now.

You have been warned.

Had I been eating or drinking something during a particular part of episode six I likely would have choked on whatever was in my mouth at the time.  Jamie, hot, brooding, cheeky [and let's face it, utterly fuckable] tells Claire that he is a virgin.  I know!  Hold up.  WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY JAMES ALEXANDER MALCOLM MacKENZIE FRASER?!

Something about Jamie being a virgin made him even more appealing, I think it gave him an added sense of vulnerability.  There he was.  Sexy as hell and a virgin.  It did not compute!  I cannot think of any other show where such a strong male lead is a virgin, and let's face it - he owns it!  The naughty little smile when he tells Claire that one of them should know what they are doing, you can tell he wants to be taught, he wants to be shown, that he wants to be at the mercy of this one woman.

Who doesn't want someone to feel that way about them?

The virginity admission really set the scene for the sex that was to come in the next episode.  Yes dear readers, if you can't be assed watching Outlander just skip straight to episode 7 and enjoy the naughty delights within.

Normally on-screen sex is all ass moving up and down, the woman moaning and crying out from the second the man enters her, she grips at the sheets and within thirty seconds both of them are a spent heap of sweaty flesh with all of their good parts strategically hidden by sheets, limbs, vases of flowers, shadows, etc, etc, etc.

Not in Outlander!

The first time Claire and Jamie have sex is A W K W A R D.  First of all Jamie doesn't realise that a man and a woman can have sex face to face.  No, he thinks that humanoid sex is like four-legged animal sex and attempts to take her from behind.  Claire, ever the patient teacher she is leads him to the bed and pulls him down on top of her.

It is then that Jamie becomes a man.  For a brief period of time.  Yeap, unlike the usual on-screen sex
scene it is all over very quickly for James Alex.... Jamie, and also unlike the usual on-screen sex scenes Claire doesn't writhe around beneath him with a look of ecstasy permanently painted on her face and there is no grand operatic type orgasm.  Don't get me wrong, she was hardly writing her shopping list in her head, but rather than being over the top with orgasmness (yes, that is a word, or it is now), her response was REALISTIC.

Clearly it felt good and you could see she was enjoying it, BUT she also looked like a woman having sex with her new man for the first time... their parts fit well together, but it was more introduction sex than let's scream the house down sex.

[and yes, now I find myself imagining a penis and vagina introducing themselves to each other and making awkward small talk... 'nice weather we are having', 'a bit wet today'...]

Part of what any audience wants is to feel as if they have something in common with a character, that they can sympathise with a character, smile and nod as they remember themselves in a similar situation or feeling a similar way.  With the good-but-not-great first time sex I think this is accomplished. 

Throughout the whole seventh episode I felt almost giddy with nerves and anticipation, almost as if I was feeling everything Jamie and Claire were feeling!

As the episode progresses Jamie and Claire talk and get to know each other better, you can see them feeling more comfortable with each other and just know there is going to be a rather climactic climax to the episode.  And there was.  Oh yes, oh yes, OH YES.

The second time they have sex one gets the impression that James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser is indeed a very fast learner.  They were standing before each other and my wife and I were both yelling at him to pick her up.  Pick her up he did! 

Her legs wrapped around his waist, he walked her to the bed, lay her down and they went on to have sex that was very arousing to watch.  Hips were bucking, faces were contorted in pleasure, her legs were pulled up toward her chest, her hands were gripping his ass [and what an ass!!!], his back, his shoulders.  A particularly fall-even-more-in-love-with-Jamie thing happened when Claire was crying out with pleasure and Jamie stopped to ask if he was hurting her.  HELL NO, GET BACK TO IT LAD!

Then Claire blew Jamie's mind (uhhhh literally) and gave him a blow job.  The camera stayed on Jamie's face and I have to say, that man is a sublime actor.  His facial expressions were so authentic I had to wonder for a minute if she really was having some fun down there.  Of course she wasn't, but wow, the look on his face when she had finished was complete and utter overwhelmed bliss and amazement.  Again it was impossible not to fall a little more in love with Mr Fraser. 

He then looked at Claire as if she was a goddess and he worshipped her.

Then he fell asleep.
One word for you: R E A L I S T I C!

In the following episode the two love birds fool around in the grass and partake in some sex al fresco
(briefly anyway.... I shan't give away spoilers about what happens after the sex).  Before they get down to it Jamie very casually exposes one of Claire's breasts and sucks on her nipple - a look of

relief crosses his face as he does so - you can just tell he has been wanting to do it since the last time he had a chance to be naked and naughty with her.  The sex that ensues is full of haste and hunger and need and slow, deep rocking of hips that caused me as a viewer to bite my thumb and whimper quietly.  It's okay, my wife was doing the same thing.

Then it finished.  The sex.  The season.  No more Outlander until April 4 2015.  No more new Jamie until April 4 2015.  No new Jamie & Claire sex until at least April 4 2015.

If you listen carefully you can hear women around the world sobbing, wondering how they are going to make it through the next six months.

Unexpected curiosity that led to empowerment

The brain really is an amazing (crazy, silly, bizarre) thing.  Close to a couple of months ago now, I posted a blog post entitled Is it BDSM or is it abuse?, in which I shared my personal story of sexual abuse.  Potentially the most traumatising aspect of my period of abuse, was the fact I was anally raped on more than one occasion.

It makes sense that because of this, the thought of anal sex was enough to make me feel sick and to send me into a depressive cycle.  Reliving the experience would bring me to tears, it would make me shake, it would set off a full blown anxiety attack.  Anal sex.  The thought of it disgusted me and whenever I saw mention of anal being pleasurable I would frown, scoff and shake my head.  Pleasurable?  No-fucking-way.

I met my wife and told her what had happened to me when I was 20, for the first time in my life I was actually able to talk about it in person, with someone who actually cared about me, and was more than willing to listen to what I had to say.  It felt good to be able to get it out of my system, to be able to release some of the pressure I was feeling inside my head, pressure that had built up over years of keeping my mouth shut and keeping it all inside.

Fast forward to a couple of months ago.  I was in bed with my wonderful wifey, we were fooling around... I started to get carried away by the way she was making me feel (y'know, about a second away from screaming so loudly the neighbours would possibly ring the cops) and suddenly in my little pre-orgasmic fantasy I was having anal sex.

What.  The.  Fuck?

I didn't tell her straight away.  In fact, I planned on not telling her because I felt embarrassed and even a little ashamed.  After all the trauma I had been through, there I was, getting off on the idea of having anal sex.  It just didn't compute.

I couldn't stop thinking about it though, and suddenly became very curious about anal sex.  Surely if so many people could vouch for it being pleasurable, well... maybe it could be?  A couple of days later we were in bed talking, and for whatever reason the discussion turned to anal sex... I likely mentioned not understanding how it could be pleasurable, and she told me that in her experiences it had indeed felt good.  I believe it was then that I admitted my curiosity to her... and told her I felt like I had been short changed, because what could potentially have been a pleasurable experience had been ruined for me because of one bastard of an ex.

We continued talking and I truly don't remember how we got there, but she suggested I could write a
m/f/m threesome scene with double penetration... y'know, it could be a kind of therapeutic way to 'experience' anal sex in a controlled environment, where I was in charge. It made sense to me, and I decided to go for it.  I researched a little, I spoke more to my wife about her experiences, and then I was ready to write.  But I had no idea what positions to put my characters in...

So we watched porn for inspiration.  Most of our time was spent laughing at how fake it was, rolling our eyes because of the cliché nature of the storylines... but then there was a scene or two that caught my eye, and after watching rather than feeling repulsed, I felt... well, quite the opposite.

After this night my curiosity grew and after writing my scene (and having a bloody good time doing so), I really started to feel pissed off that I would never experience anal as something pleasurable.  During one of our many discussions in bed, I eventually confessed this to my wife... and I don't remember a lot about it, but eventually we decided perhaps it was something we could explore further together.  I still felt embarrassed, but my curiosity started to outweigh my embarrassment... and one day while relaxing in bed things got a little heated.  There was touching.

Touching like I had never given or received before.  It was relaxed and slow, and more than enough to make me realise I wanted to explore even further, at some point.  Okay, it felt amazing when she was touching me, and I was amazed that being touched there could bring me so much pleasure.  Equally I was surprised when I was touching her, that she got just as turned on as if I was touching her clit.  We didn't even go 'all the way', there was just finger pressure, no insertion...  I knew I  wanted to go further at some stage, but that there was no rush.

It finally happened this week.  A month, maybe a bit more after that first little bit of touching I got up the guts to tell my wife my curiosity was getting too much for me and that I wanted to explore further.

I have never ever felt so shy in my life as I felt telling my wife I wanted to put my finger inside her ass.  I had no idea how to go about it, hell, I didn't even know what to do with the lube... just the finger? the butthole too?  Was our strawberry lube okay, or should we use that other tube of lube we were given (neither have been used before, both were gifts!)?

Eventually we got there.  I did something to my wife that  I never in a million years imagined I would do to her.  More to the point, it was something I never imagined wanting to do.  But I did.  And I enjoyed it 100% more than I thought I would.  She didn't ask me to stop, she didn't say it wasn't working for her... and when I made her orgasm, it was possibly the most proud I have ever felt of any orgasm I have given her!  Can one be proud of an orgasm?

I think I felt 'proud' of the orgasm, because for me, it was symbolic of me overcoming something that had been incredibly traumatic, and had had a hugely negative impact on my life.  Afterward I couldn't stop grinning, hell, I even giggled for a while.  My wife looked amused and asked why I appeared so happy, and I told her it was because I had replaced a horrible, terrifying memory, with a pleasurable, happy memory.  It was like I was saying to my ex 'you no longer have any control over me, or this aspect of my sexuality'.

I don't know what will happen next, or when it will happen... all I know is that I feel so incredibly lucky to have such a special woman in my life, who has helped me to heal when I didn't think it would ever be remotely possible.

There is more to lesbian sex than strap-ons!

Since I announced oh-so-happily that I was in a relationship with (and am now married to) a woman, I cannot tell you the amount of times a discussion about sex or sexuality has led to me being asked (sometimes shyly, sometimes very curiously, always assumptively) "How many strap-ons do you own?"

The simple answer?  None.

Am I against strap-ons?  No!  I think they are a very awesome invention, and completely understand why some people (men, women, gay, straight, everything in between) rave about them; they are just something my wife and I have never felt the need to experiment with in the bedroom... or anywhere else!

Personally, I think part of the reason people presume strap-ons play a part in the sex life of all women who are in a same sex relationship, is because most people associate sex with penetration of the vagina - generally by a phallus - therefore, two women can't have sex unless there is an artificial penis involved. Right?

Wrong.

I prefer to define sex as being one person giving another person sexual pleasure, whether it is through penetrative penis-in-vagina sex, oral sex, anal sex, the use of hands, the use of fingers, the use of the mouth and tongue, the use of sex toys... anything that gives pleasure, really. 

So, if we aren't spending every second of our private time wandering around wearing a strap-on so we are prepared for sex when the mood strikes, how exactly do we have sex?


Naturally there is a strong element of foreplay - but I think that should be part of sex regardless of how and who you have sex with!  It makes sex all the more exciting and explosive, and there is something special about the intimacy that comes with foreplay!  Kissing, touching and teasing is all part of the build up, and I guess for those of us who DON'T have penis-in-vagina sex, the transition from foreplay to sex isn't quite as defined or obvious.

Getting down to 'business', our mood really dictates exactly how we have sex.  That is something I love about being married to a woman, neither of us view any form of sexual activity as being the 'proper' or 'real' way to have sex.  I am not saying that all male/female relationships are like that either, but I know from my own experiences having sex with men, that penetrative sex is what is considered 'proper'/'real'.  I don't think it's a conscious belief either, it's just how we are programmed!  
Like I said, our mood dictates how we have sex.  Both of us have particular 'skills' when it comes to pleasuring the other person.  My wife is A-MAZ-ING when it comes to using her fingers... seriously, she puts me into an almost coma-like state by the time she is finished with me!  I need a lot of clitoral stimulation, so most of the time what she does is external... not to say I don't love the internal stimulation as well!

I, on the other hand, seem to have 'mad skills' (as she puts it) in the oral sex department.  I enjoy listening to her getting closer and closer to orgasm, I love hearing the moans and cries, the gasps when I do something that feels particularly good.  It might sound silly, but having always suffered from low-self esteem, I get a surprising boost when I bring her to orgasm and know that I have made her feel amazing... it's like FINALLY I'm good at something!

I know I mentioned that sex doesn't necessarily mean vaginal penetration, but I am in no way denying that penetration feels FABULOUS.  We have a lovely little collection of toys, including vibrators.  Regardless of how broad the definition of sex is, I can't pretend that there are times that I don't want the extra stimulation that can only be provided by vaginal penetration... sometimes you NEED that pounding, the internal friction, the sensation of all those little hot spots deep inside being triggered.

I tend to roll my eyes when I hear a comment along the lines of 'if lesbians don't have sex with men, why do they use vibrators'.  I think in most cases, a vibrator (or dildo) is used because it FEELS GOOD, and not because it is a latex/glass/silicone/wooden representation of a penis.  The penis aspect isn't what makes someone want to use a vibrator/dildo... it is the pleasure it can provide.  I love that the newer lines of vibrators and dildos coming out aren't all created to look like a penis.  I think it's a step in the right direction as far as acknowledging sex isn't just penis-in-vagina.

I think part of why we haven't entertained the idea of adding a strap-on to our collection, is related to the fact that FOR US, we both feel like sex is something that should be equal.  Neither of us like the idea of there being a dominant and a submissive; I guess that FOR US the use of a strap-on equates to someone taking on a dominant role in the bedroom.

**** I want to clarify that while the dominant/submissive roles aren't part of our relationship, I acknowledge and very willingly accept that for some people it is a large part of their relationship, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  It just isn't for us.

(Well.  Most of the time.  I do enjoy being tied up and teased... and she does enjoy being spanked... but that's a whole other post, for a whole other day)

I was planning to discuss one of our favourite sex toys - one which may surprise you - but this post has gone in a completely different direction than I was planning, and I will leave THAT little discussion for another blog post, a bit later in the week!

Lucy learns first hand that oral CAN in fact be amazing

What's wrong with me?  This will be my second excerpt in a few days!

A couple of nights ago I was re-reading one of my un-finished works on my Kobo.  I couldn't sleep, the wifey was very much asleep, but I couldn't be bothered getting out of bed.  As I read it I came across a particular part of the story and knew I had to share it here on my blog.

So here we are!

This excerpt is from the same un-finished story that has brought you such excerpty delights as:
Beau & Jane - hotel sex
Asher & Jane - reunion sex
Beau & Jane - horny baking

This particular excerpt is focused on Asher and his girlfriend Lucy.  Lucy made it clear early on in their relationship that oral sex does nothing for her... all because of the lousy oral attempts a couple of ex boyfriends.  Jane and Leah know that if Lucy puts her faith in Asher and lets him go down on her she won't be disappointed, and eventually they have the chance to convince her of this.  In a good mood and prepared to give it a go, Lucy leaves Jane and Leah's house and heads home to wait for Asher to return from work...


Curious to see what happens?  Read on!


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Realising what the time was Lucy told the girls she was going to leave so she could be home when Asher got back from work. Lucy left with the raunchy vampire book in hand and decided that her amazing boyfriend needed a particularly awesome treat when he got home, so rather than heading straight back to the house she stopped at the nearest lingerie store and bought a sexy red cami. She reached for the matching panties but stopped herself and decided that panties would just get in the way.

By the time she got home Asher had sent her a text to say he was on his way so Lucy quickly put her new purchase on, straightened up the bed and then lay down and read some of her new book while waiting for the sound of the front door opening and closing, announcing Asher was home. Of course Lucy's curiosity led her to skim through the book in search of the sex scenes and after reading a couple she was more than a little horny and EXTREMELY in need of her boyfriend's magical touch.

The front door opened and closed and she heard Asher dropping his bag in the hallway. He called out to her and she called back saying that she was in the bedroom. When he walked in he grinned as he registered what she was wearing and by the time he'd made it to the bed he was wearing just his boxers which he quickly removed before joining her on the bed. Lucy pulled him down and kissed him with more hunger than he was obviously expecting because when the kiss came to an end he chuckled and asked what had gotten into her. Lucy didn't reply, just pulled him down for another hungry kiss. She could feel him going hard against her and wondered if perhaps she should abandon her original plan because it seemed mean to get him hard and then him NOT be able to... relieve... that hardness immediately. But at the same time Leah and Jane had piqued her curiosity. Asher moved on top off her and Lucy bit her lip as she looked at him.

“Um, can you move down?” Lucy asked and Asher grinned as he moved down so he was level with her boobs and then started to suck on one of her nipples. Lucy moaned and then shook her head. “No, down further,” Lucy directed and he looked curiously at her then moved down so he was level with her belly which he started to kiss. “No... further...” Lucy said and gently pushed down on the top of his head. Asher moved down and settled between her legs then looked up at her and Lucy smiled shyly. “Yea... there,” she confirmed and Asher looked at her in surprise and then smiled.

Lucy smiled back and closed her eyes then took a deep breath as she prepared for that first touch. Asher kissed her inner thighs and then lightly kissed the outside of her pussy before running a finger gently down her slit. She heard him gasp and knew he was surprised by how wet she was. As he continued running his finger up and down her slit Lucy began to long for the feel of his tongue against her clit... an urge she had never felt before. As Asher repositioned himself between her legs Lucy could feel his warm breath against her wetness and fought against a moan that tried to escape. He hadn't even touched her with his tongue yet and she was starting to respond. Maybe Leah and Jane were right. Maybe oral COULD be amazing...

Lucy felt Asher's tongue make contact... it was such a light contact she wondered if she was imagining it but as he licked slowly up her slit there was no doubt in her mind that it was in fact real. Lucy sighed happily as Asher ran his tongue slowly back down to her hole. When Asher began to run his tongue back up toward her clit Lucy was surprised at the pleasurable sensations that started coursing through her body. Asher ran his tongue back down to her hole and she was taken by surprise when rather than running his tongue back up he dipped the tip of his tongue inside her hole. Lucy moaned with delight. It was such a strange but amazing feeling... there was pressure and heat and it was like nothing she'd felt before.

Asher licked back up toward her clit and this time rather than running it straight back down he ran his tongue back and forward over her clit a few times and this caused an unexpected clench deep inside. Lucy moaned as his tongue arrived back at her hole and this time his tongue hit a little deeper inside. Lucy cried out and found herself moving her hand to the back of Asher's head and pushing on it as if she was trying to get more of his tongue inside her. Asher pushed his tongue a little deeper and flicked it, hitting some delicious little spot just inside her pussy, which made her cry out loudly. As he ran his tongue back up between her folds he did so with more pressure than before and Lucy couldn't restrain the loud moan that escaped from her lips.

Lucy was aware of Asher moving slightly and she felt his forearms resting on her upper thighs as he put his fingers on her and spread her lips. Lucy wasn't sure why he did that until she felt his tongue back on her clit and groaned loudly as she registered how much more intense the sensations on her clit felt. Obviously he had taken her clit out of hiding... one could say. Asher didn't move his tongue back down and instead began to concentrate all his efforts on her clit which caused Lucy to start moaning even louder and to grasp one of his arms with her hand. She was being bombarded by plesurable sensations which were making her feel rather flustered and as if she was about to lose control. Lucy found her hand again going to the back of his head and though she tried not to she couldn't stop herself from pressing down again. She NEEDED more pressure, she NEEDED his tongue to finish her off.

Asher began to move his tongue faster and with more pressure and Lucy could feel her orgasm quickly starting to build. She was feeling overwhelmed in the most incredible of ways. Asher really DID have a magical tongue and she wished she had let him go down on her earlier. Lucy cried out loudly as he again used more pressure and she could feel her insides starting to tighten to the point that she thought something was wrong with her, but when Asher moved his tongue faster against her, that tightness was suddenly released and she cried out loud and long as her orgasm hit. Asher kept moving his tongue against her until her orgasm had subsided and then he broke the contact and moved up her body until they were face to face. Asher pulled her onto her side and they kissed a very slow, sweet kiss... the fact she could taste herself on him the entire time was more of a turn on than Lucy had imagined it would be and when they broke off the kiss she grinned at him.

“Wow,” was all Lucy could manage as she melted into him.

“I love you,” Asher whispered as he stroked her hair.

“Uh huh,” Lucy responded and Asher chuckled. She badly wanted to say 'I love you too', but found herself physically unable to form any words.

They were silent for a couple of minutes, both reflecting on what had just happened... but Lucy was very aware Asher was going to be curious about why after all that time she had finally wanted him to go down on her.

“Luce, if you don't mind me asking, what brought that on?” Asher asked, a little shyly she thought.

“Well I went and saw Jane and Leah after my interview and um, we kind of got to talking about you,” Lucy began and Asher chuckled.

“I wondered how long it would be before you started asking them questions,” Asher commented and kissed her playfully on the neck.

“There was nothing sordid, no details or anything,” Lucy reassured him, not that she thought he would mind if that had been the case. “Long story, Jane mentioned she hoped I was having lots of sex and oral to make up for the fact she can't do either, because of the whole post-partum thing, and I mentioned we'd been having lots of sex, but not oral,” Lucy continued, Asher gazing intently at her. “Well, Jane and Leah convinced me not to let my past experiences ruin my thoughts about oral, and both reassured me that if I... well, if I let you... do that... that I wouldn't regret it,” she finished the story.

“And have your thoughts on oral changed now?” Asher asked with a wink. Lucy grinned at him.

“Leah and Jane weren't joking when they mentioned you have a magical tongue!” Lucy exclaimed and Asher laughed.

Further discussion ceased as Lucy felt Asher's hardness against her hip. There was only one thing she wanted to do and that involved a lot of kissing, a lot of touching and Asher's cock buried deep inside her pussy.

Beau & Jane ~ much needed hotel sex

I am going to try and start posting excerpts more regularly, and decided that tonight I would post one of my favourite scenes I have written.  This is from a story that probably won't get any further than my own computer, but I have enjoyed loved writing it and have learnt a lot whilst writing it.

The story follows a core group of three characters, Jane, Leah and Asher.  Amongst other things Asher acts as a sperm donor for Jane and Leah - and within the year Jane gives birth to baby Ryan.  

Things aren't exactly straight forward though... and without ruining too much of the story (with the thoughts of posting more excerpts), Leah goes out and has a very drunken New Years with their friend Beau... a drunken New Years that results in drunk sex (with Jane's blessing) and nine months later the arrival of baby Luca.  Along the way Leah, Jane and Beau start spending more time together and perhaps inevitably fall in love and find themselves in a polyamorous relationship.

It might not be 'normal', it might not be socially accepted but for the three of them it works, and they all look forward to being their own little unique family.

This excerpt begins on the day Leah gives birth to Luca.  After spending as much time as they can at the hospital with Leah and Luca, Jane and Asher (with baby Ryan) go back to the hotel so they can all catch up on a little sleep, after what has been an intense 24 hours.

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Luca started crying and moments later Ryan joined in. It had begun. Beau had a feeling they would be up for months of two babies crying at the same time and while he was sure they would find it frustrating at times, he also quite liked it... it served to remind him that they were now a bonafide family.

Jane gave Ryan another quick feed on the bed and then smiled sadly at Beau when she agreed with him that it was time to go. They watched Leah feeding Luca and could see that she was close to falling asleep, so when Leah had finished feeding their newborn baby Beau had a final cuddle then put him safely in his little hospital issue bassinet. When his sister-in-law Morgan was in hospital after having Riley she had fallen asleep holding him and dropped him... he had fallen to the floor and the next few hours had been very stressful for Morgan while the doctors did tests and x-rays on Riley to make sure he hadn't been injured in the fall. He didn't want Leah going through that.

There were lots of tears when he and Jane said goodbye to Leah and Luca, and as they left the room they bumped into Asher and Lucy. Beau explained what was going on and Lucy said they would take Leah her food but leave straight away so she could get some sleep. Beau gratefully took his and Jane's bags of food and after saying goodbye to Asher and Lucy, he took Jane's hand in his as they made their way to the hotel, Ryan snuggled up on her shoulder.

When they got up to their room Beau told Jane to go and have a shower. While she did that, Beau had some quiet time cuddling with Ryan and realised how much he had missed him over the past 24 hours. Beau lay back on the bed with Ryan and sighed happily. He couldn't believe how perfect it felt knowing that both of their babies had been born. He had expected to feel a bit panicked or stressed out, maybe even scared when Luca arrived because going from one baby to two seemed like a huge thing... but in reality the only thing he felt was even more loved up and almost impatient to get on with life with the two loves of his life and their two babies.

Jane came back into the room and confessed she had almost fallen asleep in the shower. Beau wasn't at all surprised, they had had a HUGE past 24 hours and it hadn't helped at all that they had already been up for 12 hours by the time Leah had gone into labour! Beau kissed Jane as they swapped roles and he handed Ryan to her so he could have his shower. Standing beneath the water Beau found himself struggling to stay awake as well and wondered if he or Jane would even wake to Ryan crying that night. Part of him doubted it. He was so tired he could probably sleep through anything!

When he went back into the room Jane was tip toeing away from the bassinet, having just put Ryan down. Beau dried himself off and got into bed beside Jane before sending Leah a text to say goodnight. The message read 'We are both so proud of you, and both hate being away from you, but tomorrow we can take you and Luca home and start our new life as a slightly odd family. We love you... give Luca a kiss for both of us when he is awake next. Try and get some sleep xxx'.

Beau then finally replied to Dave's text about the twins saying 'Twins huh, that takes skill! We are all very excited for the two... three... five of you... Taking Leah and Luca home in the morning, feel free to come visit in the afternoon, I know Leah would love to see you both'. Dave replied soon after saying 'We were going to find out in the morning if we could meet the little guy. Go and get some sleep, you must all be bloody exhausted. Congrats again daddy!'. Beau smiled at the 'congrats again daddy' part... it never got old hearing or seeing himself referred to as dad/daddy.

Beau put his phone down and then moved closer to Jane and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed loudly against his chest and he could tell by the way she was breathing that she was crying. Beau let her cry and when she eventually looked up at him she smiled shyly.

“I'm sorry Beau... I just... Now that the day is finally over, the enormity of it is kind of hitting me,” Jane admitted and he nodded, understanding just how she felt.

“Oh sweety, don't apologise. I know just what you mean. I am feeling weird emotionally... I'm overjoyed and on a high but at the same time I have nothing left in the tank and feel like I could sleep for a year,” Beau told her and she sighed sleepily.

“I can't believe Luca is finally here. The pregnancy crap is FINALLY over...” Jane commented and Beau chuckled quietly.

“Gotta say, I'm glad it's not me who has to be pregnant because it doesn't look like a lot of fun, especially not at the end,” Beau remarked and Jane rolled her eyes.

“Don't get me wrong, it's a blessing and parts of it are just awesome... but yea, I'm glad that Ryan and Luca are both here now and we can have our bodies back,” Jane said. Beau frowned.

“Well, minus one part,” he replied and gently stroked one of Jane's boobs.

“Yea. That part does suck...” Jane agreed as she looked down at her bra-encased boobs and sighed.

“It's a sacrifice I am willing to make for Ry and Luca,” Beau teased.

“I love you so much,” Jane quietly said and leaned in so she could kiss him.

Beau kissed her back and was surprised when suddenly all his tiredness seemed to disappear. All he wanted was to kiss Jane and be close to her. He would do it all night if he could. It was weird that after months of there being a huge divide between them – in the form of a beautiful pregnant belly – suddenly their bodies could be pressed together properly. Beau sighed happily as he felt the heat of Jane's body against his. They had, of course, been naked together since Ryan was born but, because of Leah's discomfort in the last stage of her pregnancy, that night was the first time they had really been able to enjoy it.

Even if he had had to, there was no way Beau could stop kissing Jane. There was nothing fast or hungry about their kisses nor was there anything sexual... it was more of an emotional thing, almost as if by kissing they were replenishing each other's emotional stores. Whatever it was, Beau was so glad that he was there in that moment with Jane and couldn't think of anywhere he'd sooner be.

It was Jane who took the initiative and began to heat things up. Her kisses suddenly became deeper and as she began to moan against his mouth, Beau was aware of the fact she was pressing harder against him with her hips. It had been a long time since they had had sex – almost two months – and while Beau REALLY wanted it, he didn't want to pressure Jane if she wasn't quite ready.

Beau began getting hard and the heated look Jane gave him made it clear that she could feel it too. When she moved her body position so that the tip of his cock was nudging at her hole he got the feeling that she liked it. They kissed for another couple of minutes and Beau got increasingly harder, to the point he either needed to be inside her or they needed to stop kissing and touching.

Jane had always understood his needs and cues and when she moved her top leg over his waist, causing the top inch of his cock to enter her, Beau looked at her and smiled softly.

“Are you sure?” he asked and Jane nodded.

“So fucking sure, Beau... So. Fucking. Sure,” Jane exclaimed, her voice almost a whimper.

“I love you,” Beau whispered.

“I love you too,” Jane whispered back.

And then for the first time in almost two months Beau very slowly slid inside Jane. Jane let out a quiet moan and her body shuddered as she smiled at him.

“I have missed this,” Jane whispered and put her leg further over him, causing him to move deeper inside her.

They started to move slowly together and Beau loved the closeness between them. They may not have been moving hard or fast but because of the position they were in there was a lot of friction in all the right places – for both of them – and Beau groaned quietly as Jane put her hand on his hip and pulled him harder against her.

Each time his cock hit the back of her pussy Jane would clench tightly around him and moan softly in his ear. Both were conscious of the fact Ryan was in the room and their noise level never moved past a whisper but that didn't mean the sex wasn't spectacular. Beau loved how wet Jane was and how ready she had been for him... the way her pussy felt made him instantly harder and as they moved against each other Beau found himself groaning quietly. After such a long time NOT being intimate in that way Beau had almost forgotten just how much he enjoyed sex with Jane.

When Jane dug her fingernails into his hip Beau started to move harder against her and she countered that by moving harder against him. The friction on his cock was like nothing he'd felt before and as Jane started to gasp for breath, he felt her pussy tightening around him in a way that he knew meant she was going to cum very soon. Beau's own orgasm was building and when Jane buried her face in his chest they started to move harder again, grinding against each other until finally they both came in silence, gripping on to each other, pressing tightly together.

Beau nuzzled at Jane's neck and then softly kissed her, before they both fell into an immediate, deep sleep.

When Beau woke up the following morning Jane was sitting on the bed feeding Ryan. He smiled up at her and, for what felt like the millionth time since Ryan had been born, marvelled over just how much motherhood suited Jane. He loved nothing more than to watch her feeding Ryan... the way she looked lovingly at him made his heart melt.

“He been awake long?” Beau asked and Jane shook her head.

“No, but I think he's ready to go back down... might get another hour or two out of him,” Jane replied with a sigh. Beau looked at the clock and saw it was only 6am.

“I know you want to go see Leah and Luca, but it's still too early anyway, so perhaps we can all get another hour or two of sleep,” Beau suggested and Jane raised an eyebrow at him.

“You REALLY think I'll be able to get back to sleep?” Jane asked and Beau chuckled.

“Fine. We can at least snuggle for another hour or two,” Beau replied and Jane smiled at him.
“That sounds more like it,” Jane said and sighed again as Ryan began stirring, indicating he had had enough of his feed.

“Give him to me bub, I'll put him back to bed,” Beau said sitting up beside her. He was surprised when she didn't protest and allowed him to take Ryan from her arms.

Beau kissed Jane and then got off the bed and walked to the other side of the room, rubbing Ryan's back as he went. Quickly he was rewarded with a burp and a contented little sigh from Ryan, who was asleep before Beau even put him back in the bassinet. After kissing his son on the forehead Beau walked back over to the bed and climbed in beside Jane, who immediately found her way into his arms.

“I miss Leah,” Jane sighed and Beau kissed the top of her head.

“I miss her as well, seems so wrong without the three of us being in bed together,” Beau commented and then it was him who sighed, as he thought about what would happen when things got busier away at work and the fact he might need to spend regular nights away from home.

“I also miss Luca already... odd considering we didn't really get to spend that long with him after he was born,” Jane said.

As Beau had expected Jane soon began to cry, what he did not expect, however, was when Jane pulled him on top of her and looked up at him pleadingly.

“I need you, Beau,” Jane whispered, and although she was crying, something about the intensity of her voice and the look on her face caused him to feel immediately aroused.

“I'm right here,” Beau whispered and then dipped his head down so their lips could brush together.

Jane linked her hands behind his neck and pulled him down, the kiss deepening as he sensed just how needy she was. As she grazed her nails up and down the back of his neck Beau felt himself growing increasingly turned on, and when Jane spread her legs wider for him it was almost a reflex move for him to slowly press inside her, stopping just before he hit the back of her pussy. He broke off the kiss and smiled down at her, judging by the look on her face that she needed slow, deep sex, which would leave her feeling not only physically but emotionally connected to him. The same type of sex that Leah (and himself) had needed the night of the day that Jane had gone into premature labour.

Beau moved slowly against Jane, pressing deeper inside her with each thrust, until he couldn't move any deeper. Jane kept her hands behind his neck and soon pulled him down more so that her face was buried in his neck. Beau loved the close, intimate feel of the position, and enjoyed hearing Jane's quiet moans against his ear... a special gift only for him. Jane's hips soon found a rhythm with his and for a long time they moved with each other, enjoying the feeling of being pressed against one another, enjoying the closeness and the strengthening connection to one another.

Jane spread her legs further apart and while Beau missed the feeling of her legs being tightly around his waist, he liked the fact it meant they could take their time, that together they could slowly work up to the point that they both felt as if they were going to burst if they didn't orgasm soon.

There was nothing rushed about it and when his usual 7am alarm went off things were only just starting to get more frantic. Jane was bucking her hips harder against him and Beau could no longer control the depth and force of her thrusts, slamming into her with only one intention – to make her cum – and to make her cum HARD.

Jane's moans quickly turned to cries and the more he slammed into her, the louder they became. Of course Jane's loud cries spurred him on and he quickly felt his orgasm approaching, going from non-existant to as intense as he thought was humanly possible, in the space of about 20 seconds. Jane's pussy was squeezing him tightly, her arms were doing the same around his neck, and as her cries became screams Beau started to slam harder and harder until they were both grunting and screaming loudly, their bodies tensing up against each other as their orgasms got closer and closer and closer. FINALLY they exploded, both of them letting out loud strangled cries of pleasure as they pressed into each other, their bodies going rigid with the enormous physical release.

Before they could even come down from their orgasms there was a loud cry from the other side of the room and Jane looked at him in shock.

“Ryan! I forgot all about Ryan! OH MY GOD, no child should ever hear THOSE noises coming from their parents!” Jane exclaimed before collapsing into a fit of laughter.

“Poor little dude, he'll be traumatised for life!” Beau added and found himself laughing as well.

“I guess there will be no peaceful recovery period, will there?” Jane said with a smirk and Beau shook his head.

“Sounds like there is another little guy that needs you more than me,” Beau sighed dramatically and Jane giggled.

“There is nothing 'little' about you, my love,” Jane said with a wink and after Beau had moved off her, she got out of bed and walked over to where Ryan was crying in his bassinet and picked him up.

Beau sat on the bed beside Jane while she fed Ryan and when both of their cellphones went off they grinned at each other. Beau checked his text messages and sure enough the message was from Leah, it read 'had a good night with our little guy... but miss you both like crazy... please come and save me from this boring hospitalness!'. Beau text her back saying 'we missed you too bub, glad to hear you had a goodnight with Luca... Jane just feeding Ry and then we will be over as fast as we can! Love you xxx'.

Although Ryan didn't have a particularly large feed it seemed to take forever and by the time they were leaving the hotel room it felt as if it had been days since they had left Leah and Luca at the hospital, as opposed to one simple night. They were glad that Asher had thought to move their car to the hotel carpark the day beforehand, otherwise they'd likely have found their car had been towed. After a quick stop at the car to drop off all the non-essential Ryan-associated bits and pieces that were in the room they finally made their way to the hospital.

The beauty of sex - porn can be pretty too!

It probably shouldn't come as any surprise that my blog post about my dislike of certain types of porn (which you can read here: Not a huge fan of porn, but...), has speedily become my most viewed blog post.  It mentions porn and contains some slightly pornographic in nature images... how could it NOT get a zillion hits (okay, a zillion is a bit of an exaggeration)?

After making that post and witnessing the response, it got me thinking more about pornography... it seems people LIKE to look at photos of other people having sex, performing a sexual act, or locked in a sexual embrace.  And why not?

When I stopped viewing explicit images from what could perhaps be considered an anti-porn perspective, I realised something.

Porn can be pretty.

I'm not talking about staged porn, I'm not talking about the images of a woman throwing looking directly at the camera, a look of fake pleasure on her place while a man does something to her that would be unlikely to provide any feel-good sexual stimulation for her.  I'm not talking about corny storyline porn, not 'I am here to fix your blocked drain, and look at you, standing there in your see through negligee, while I stand here in my tight pants, and suggest that perhaps rather than unblocking your drain I can plug a part of your anatomy with a part of my anatomy, all while shitty music plays in the background' porn.

Where was I?  Oh yea, porn can be pretty!

I figure that porn is a form of art... and all art is subjective...  What *I* think makes good art, might be completely different from what you consider to be good art.  You might like the staged-for-the-camera type of porn, while I may (and do) prefer a less explicit, but equally as sexual type of porn.

And that is what leads me to my argument that porn can be pretty.  I like a more 'emotional' basis to porn... a more 'intimate' type of porn, I guess you could say.  I can see a photo of a scene in a porn movie, of a man going down on a woman, and not feel sexually affected by it, but if I look at a more 'natural' explicit image of a man going down on a woman, it might just make me as horny as hell.

Porn and explicit images don't need to be all about the pussy and the cock.  I would far sooner see a woman riding a man, than see the woman positioned at a certain angle so the cock is visible.  I don't need to SEE the cock, to know that it is inside the woman.

It's the same with oral sex, I don't need to see the woman's splayed pussy with a tongue touching it at an angle that looks good on the camera... that's not what oral is.  Oral is a face buried in a pussy, or at least a photo taken from an angle that looks natural... the tongue between the folds, NOT something that looks good on camera.  I have a brain, I have an imagination, I can work out for myself what that man or woman's tongue is doing to the other woman

I know I'm not the only person to feel this way about porn, but at the same time I am not saying that there is anything wrong with liking that more explicit, staged type of pornography & pornographical images.  It is all subjective, it is all individual, it is all about the indivduals preferences, turn ons and turn offs.

Before I go off on a tangent, I will finish up here... but not before sharing a few examples of the type of 'natural' 'intimate' porn-type images *I* quite like!

this image I like mostly because of the boobs...
but also because of the intimate nature of the kiss and embrace

this is another I like because it is natural...
I love the way the mman is holding her, the way the woman is supporting herself

I love the way she's holding onto his hair for dear life...
the way her head is thrown back... the fact you can't see his tongue

Again, you can't see any genitalia, hell, you can't even see any boobs, but you know
something VERY sexy is going on between those women...

This image isn't even explicit in nature, but I love the intimacy between the women...
I also like the feeling of anticipation it induces. 
You just know they are in for a weekend of sex, sex and more sex.

Again, this image isn't explicit, but it is intimate...
it makes me think of the relationship I have with my wife, the intimacy we share...

Let's just state now that I find photos of women kissing, beautiful.

Again it is the anticipation, the intimacy...

Is she waiting for her lover to climb on board?
Is she masturbating?
I love the mystery...

Sometimes a little pussy on display can be a very good thing!
I love that the redhead (and presumably the other woman) has a 'real' body...
she has curves, she has boobs, she has hips and a waist...
AND SHE ISN'T SHAVED!

No genitalia on view, but looking at this picture I can feel *exactly* what he is doing to her

Sweet sweet girly sex... as you may be able to tell, it is a favourite of mine

Introducing 'Georgia: Taken'

The 'Georgia & Zoes' series seems to have taken on a life of its own!  Originally 'Georgia: Restrained' was going to be a one off, a little bit of a test to see whether or not a story of mine would get ONE view, maybe even ten... possssibly twenty.  Over 1500 downloads later, I am starting to believe that MAYBE I do have at least a little talent when it comes to writing... and it is probably that belief that has motivated me to add to the 'Georgia & Zoe' series.

I published the latest book in the series this week, it is called 'Georgia: Taken', and takes place the day after 'Zoe: Bared'.  I am going to post the story here, so won't give away too much, but this story is the one in which Georgia and Zoe officially become 'Georgia & Zoe', and the two women become more familiar with one another.

And of course, there is a lot of sex had.
It's erotica.  It is a necessity!

If you want to download the story, you can do so here 'Georgia: Taken'.  The story (as with the others) is free.

For those of you more interested in reading it RIGHT NOW, then this is for you!

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GEORGIA: TAKEN

Zoe was still grinning when she opened the door to her house and let herself in. To say she was on cloud nine was a major understatement – her night with Georgia had been amazing – unexpected, but amazing. Neither women wanted to get out of bed that morning, but Georgia had a class she needed to get to and Zoe needed to get on to her piece while the memory of the night was still fresh in her head. Not that it would ever fade, she had a feeling.

After making herself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, Zoe carried that and her bags of gear up to her studio, ready to settle in for a morning of work, work and more work. She connected her camera and video recorder up to her computer and waited while the images and videos loaded onto her it. Zoe was a little impatient for the copying to finish and tried to pretend it was to do with wanting to get started on her piece, rather than wanting to watch the video and look at the images of Georgia masturbating.

It wasn't possible though as the thought alone was causing her pussy to tingle in anticipation and it occurred to her that she may have difficulty concentrating enough to do any art work. The creative part of her brain seemed to have been taken over by the sexual part, more specifically the part of her brain that couldn't stop giving her images of her very first time being with a woman.

It wasn't just the act of sex either as she was being bombarded with memories of how good Georgia smelled, of the way Georgia had smiled at her after she had given Zoe her first girl-induced orgasm. Zoe couldn't stop thinking about the sound of Georgia's voice, or her naughty little grin and she smiled as she thought about how tousled and sexy Georgia's hair had been when they had finally got out of bed that morning.

Finally the video and images were copied onto the computer. Zoe took a deep, cleansing breath then made a conscious choice to use that creative part of her brain, which had so far that day been elusive. The first photo of Georgia was of her lying on the bed smiling nervously and Zoe smiled as she remembered the moment. Flicking through the photos one-by-one, Zoe realised that she was in trouble. As the photos progressed – and Georgia was pictured getting more and more carried away by masturbating – Zoe's arousal level grew, and grew, and grew. What had been a tingle in her pussy quickly turned into an intense throb, the wetness between her legs seemed to increase ten times with each photo she viewed.

As she got closer to the last of the photos she had taken, Zoe knew she had done a very stupid thing. Not only were the photos making her horny to look at, but they were also causing her to remember the night she and Georgia had shared. Her pussy was wet, it was swollen and she NEEDED to be touched. She needed to feel Georgia's gentle touch, she needed to feel Georgia's tongue against her own, she needed to feel Georgia's fingers digging into her hips, she needed to feel Georgia's tongue ravenously lapping up and down her cunt, she needed to feel Georgia's lips around her nipple and to feel the heat of her mouth as she suckled on her nipple. She needed Georgia. She needed her BADLY.

Zoe went back through the photos and when she got to the first of the photos of Georgia with a finger inside her pussy she whimpered loudly and her body shook. She was taken back to 3am that morning, when Georgia had gotten up to use the bathroom. When Georgia had returned to bed Zoe had cuddled up to her but rather than going to sleep, had found herself waking up more, realising there was something she badly needed to do.

Zoe had put a hand between Georgia's thighs and moved Georgia's leg over her hip, then quickly made her intentions clear, sliding her hand down Georgia's side and then inward until her fingers had come in contact with Georgia's pussy. Zoe had been stunned when she had felt just how wet Georgia's pussy was, and as she had slowly pressed two fingers inside her, she had been unsure whether she or Georgia moaned the loudest.

Zoe had, of course, masturbated before. She was very familiar with her own vagina, but having her fingers inside another woman had been something new for her. As she had moved her fingers slowly in and out of Georgia's wetness, Zoe had concentrated on the way Georgia felt around her fingers, loving the way Georgia's pussy gave a tight squeeze every time her fingers rubbed over a particular spot. It was strange, feeling female arousal from the other side of it... she knew how she felt when she was being fingered, but it was a strange and wonderful feeling to feel another woman clenching and squeezing around her fingers.

A few minutes into it, Georgia had rolled onto her back and spread her legs widely. Zoe had taken it as an invitation to use more fingers on her and groaned when she had easily managed to push four fingers inside Georgia. Zoe had enjoyed moving her fingers at different speeds and changing the angle of her hand, quickly learning the type of movement and force that Georgia enjoyed, which, as it turned out, was hard and very fast! Zoe couldn't believe it when Georgia had started to cry out loudly and as Zoe noticed Georgia's pussy getting tighter and tighter, she had come to the realisation that Georgia was getting extremely close to cumming. She hadn't expected to make Georgia cum, all she had really wanted was to feel what it was like to have her fingers coated in the juices of another woman. But, as she pounded Georgia with her fingers, she had known there was no way she could have only done it for a couple of minutes... it was much too enjoyable, and feeling Georgia respond to what she was doing, it was indescribable.

When Zoe drifted out of her little daze she realised she was rubbing her nipple through her t-shirt. She couldn't stop herself, it felt so good and gave her a little relief from the intense throbbing deep inside her pussy. Needing more, Zoe undid her bra and slipped it off underneath her t-shirt, then threw it on the floor. Immediately she moved her hands back to her nipples and began to rub them through the cotton of her t-shirt... the friction only added to the stimulation, and soon rubbing them wasn't enough. Zoe began to pluck her nipples with her fingertips, squeezing them tighter the more she did it. In her mind it was Georgia playing with her nipples, in her mind her and Georgia were naked in bed, with all the time in the world to explore each other's body.

Usually Zoe was a silent masturbator, but imagining it was Georgia touching her caused Zoe to whimper quietly as she squeezed her nipples. Her legs began to spread of their own accord and Zoe actually moaned as she slid one hand inside the band of her pants, and then slipped her fingers inside the band of her panties. Cupping her mound with her hand, Zoe slowly ran a finger up and down her slit, sighing with pleasure as she felt the silky wetness coating her finger. Something about touching her pussy made Zoe squeeze her nipple even harder, and as she did this her hips tilted forward, as if trying to coax her finger into her pussy.

Zoe began to shake as she sunk two fingers into her aching pussy, then moaned loudly as she started to move her fingers back and forward, while caressing her clitoris with her thumb. It felt good having her fingers in her pussy, but because of her pants she felt restricted and couldn't quite find the angle to make things feel as good as she knew they could. Taking her hand from her pussy, and out of her pants, Zoe got off her chair and got rid of her pants. For a moment she considered going downstairs to get her vibrator from her bedroom, but she was so horny and aroused and in need of an orgasm that she didn't want to wait.

Sitting back on her chair, Zoe put her hands on her desk, then spread her legs to the side and tilted her hips back, which meant her pussy was pressed against the seat of the chair. It was an old trick of hers, and as she began to move her hips in a circular motion, the firmness of the seat of the chair combined with the pressure of her body weight to cause a lot of much needed friction. There was friction against her clit, but also friction against her labia, and she let out whimpery moans whenever she felt her wet, swollen lips gliding against each other. In essence she was riding her chair, and anyone who saw her would probably think she was crazy, but after she had accidently found the position one day while watching porn on her computer, it had become one of her regular ways to masturbate.

When she needed more, Zoe began to move her hips harder, and rather than using a circular motion she began to move her hips back and forward. She could feel her pussy tightening and clutched onto her desk tighter so she would be able to grind herself harder to orgasm. She groaned loudly – and not with pleasure – when she heard the loud musical tone of her doorbell. It was NOT the time for religious folk to try and open a dialogue about religion, it was not the time for someone to try and sell her a newspaper subscription, it was not the time for anything, except having a much needed orgasm! Zoe kept moving against her chair, knowing whoever was at the door would disappear if she didn't answer.

The doorbell rang again and she ignored it, but found her concentration starting to drift. 'FUCK OFF!' she wanted to scream out, instead she tried to focus her attention on the throb of her pussy and the swell of her clit. After half a minute she started to get back into it and began to moan a little louder than she had been, her pussy felt extremely wet and she knew that her orgasm was going to be powerful... and hopefully enough to allow her to actually do some artwork. But the doorbell rang again and Zoe let out a frustrated, almost angry groan as she got up off her chair, and then picked up one of her 'art' skirts from the drawers in the room and put it on. The skirt was covered in paint, but she couldn't be bothered putting her pants back on, so it would have to do.

Zoe ran down the stairs on admittedly wobbly legs and then opened the door just as the doorbell rang again.

“What the hell do you w...” Zoe stopped mid-sentence when she realised who it was that was ringing the doorbell.

“I... I couldn't concentrate... I left my class... I looked you up online.. and um, here I am... creeping you out by showing up unannounced on your doorstep, you can tell me to g...” Georgia's nervous ramble was cut off by Zoe's lips, and quickly her tongue, as they stood on the doorstep kissing.

“Need you... badly...” Zoe declared breathlessly as she put her hands on Georgia's hips and pulled her over the threshold, closing the door loudly once they were inside.

Georgia's breath audibly hitched as Zoe pinned her up against the door, and again the two women kissed. Zoe couldn't keep her hands still, taking great pleasure in roaming Georgia's body as the kiss deepened. She brushed her fingertips against Georgia's cheeks, and grazed them down her neck, she ran her hands along Georgia's shoulders and down her arms, then up her sides, running her fingers up the sides of Georgia's boobs, and then back down again, her hands eventually resting on Georgia's hips. The kiss was full of hunger, hunger that caused Zoe to dig her fingers into Georgia's hips.

Zoe let out a strangled groan as she felt Georgia press her hips forward, and when Zoe returned the favour, it was Georgia who let out a moan of pleasure, of need. More. Zoe needed more. Breaking off the kiss, Zoe began to kiss down down Georgia's throat, nipping gently as she reached the hollow of her throat. Downward, the kissing continued, over the soft skin of her chest, Zoe's lips moving ever closer to the swell of Georgia's breasts, breasts she NEEDED to see, to touch, to play with. Silently promising to buy her a new one, Zoe tore apart Georgia's shirt, buttons could be heard landing on the floor but it was merely background noise as Zoe greedily sucked on the first of Georgia's nipples, through the cup of her bra.

Switching to the other nipple, Zoe sucked on it just as hungrily, and was very aware of Georgia moaning in desperation. Zoe smirked briefly as Georgia pulled the other cup of her bra down, and taking it as an invitation, Zoe moved back to that nipple and this time took it in her mouth, sucking lustily on it. Zoe could feel her pussy clenching tightly, and could feel the top of her thighs were wet with her arousal, but it was no surprise. She had never been more turned on, not even the night beforehand, watching Georgia masturbate. When Zoe switched nipples again, she sucked the nipple deep into her mouth and could hear Georgia whimpering in a manner that suggested she was very flustered. As Zoe dropped to her knees she licked her lips and could feel her mouth watering in anticipation of what would be her very first taste of Georgia.

Zoe made very quick work of Georgia's wrap-around skirt, and as it fell to the floor beside them, it was Zoe who whimpered loudly, at the revelation that Georgia wasn't wearing any panties. Zoe's need to taste Georgia on her tongue was far too great and she wasted no time at all in hooking Georgia's leg over her shoulder. As she shuffled closer to Georgia's awaiting pussy, she was met by a deliciously heady scent and could not control herself, pressing her face between Georgia's legs and trailing her tongue from Georgia's hole to her clit. Zoe moaned loudly against Georgia's pussy and then started to lick again.

It surprised her how naturally it came to her and as she repeatedly licked up and down Georgia's wet slit, all Zoe could think was that she wanted to do it again, and again, and again. After she had made the first few passes of Georgia's pussy with her tongue, Zoe began to experiment with Georgia's clit. She started out licking it slowly, and very lightly, and loved the almost purr sound that Georgia made. As she used more pressure with her tongue, Georgia's purr-like sound became more of a moan and Zoe knew she was on the right track. When she began to move her tongue faster Georgia's moans instantly became louder and more of the high-pitched variety... and when Zoe moved her tongue even faster and Georgia clamped onto her hair Zoe knew she had found what worked for Georgia!

Zoe moved her hands and put them on Georgia's ass, pulling her hips forward so she could apply even more pressure to Georgia's clit. Georgia's moans became even louder and as she started to gasp for breath, Zoe could sense Georgia's climax was approaching. Georgia gripped tightly onto Zoe's hair and something about that gesture caused Zoe to groan loudly against Georgia's pussy, and she could feel the wetness starting to trickle down her thighs. Zoe had never ever been so aroused or so wet, but in that moment she didn't care at all about her own sexual gratification, all she wanted was to give Georgia the orgasm of her life!

Georgia began to pant loudly and as she uttered 'oh god, oh god, oh god', Zoe focused all her attention on Georgia's clit, moving her tongue as fast as she possibly could, while maintaining the same level of pressure. Zoe knew Georgia was seconds away when she began gasping for breath and tightened her grip on Zoe's hair. The tension in Georgia's thighs was increasing, and as her cries became more high pitched, Zoe could tell she was right on the cusp.

Wanting to push her right over the edge Zoe pulled Georgia's hips more firmly against her face and was rewarded seconds later when Georgia let out a loud scream and her orgasm hit. Georgia's hips were bucking against her face and Zoe could taste the increased wetness which was a result of the orgasm. Zoe decreased the pressure she was applying to Georgia's clit and by the time her orgasm was over Zoe's tongue was barely in contact with Georgia's pussy. As Georgia released her grip on Zoe's hair, Zoe could tell Georgia's legs started to give way, so she moved Georgia's leg from over her shoulder and carefully supported her lover as she collapsed down to the floor and into Zoe's arms.

Georgia struggled to catch her breath, but had enough energy to smile up at Zoe. Zoe was again struck by Georgia's beauty and felt confused as to why such a beautiful woman would be in any way interested in such a plain looking woman as her.

“I was hoping for a positive response when you opened the door and saw it was me, but I didn't expect that,” Georgia said a couple of minutes later with a broad smile on her face, as she sat up and looked Zoe in the eye.

“I was so overcome by... something... I needed you so badly, and, well, there you were,” Zoe said, returning Georgia's smile.

“I got to my class and you were the only thing on my mind, Zoe. I needed to see you again,” Georgia told her. “Last night was amazing and I hated having to leave so early this morning, before we'd had a chance to talk, before I had even had a chance to make you breakfast,” she added.

“I hate that I'm the reason you're missing a class right now,” Zoe said and Georgia took her hand.

“I was worried that you'd be upset with me,” Georgia confessed. “I kept wondering if you thought I had made up the story of having a class so that I would have an excuse to leave,” she admitted.

“That thought didn't cross my mind,” Zoe reassured her and then stood up and helped Georgia to her feet. “Come on. Let's go to my bedroom so we can talk somewhere a little more comfortable,” she offered and Georgia nodded her agreement.

“I like that you suggested we go to bed to talk and not go to bed so we can have sex,” Georgia commented and then giggled nervously, “Not that I would have been insulted if you had suggested we go to bed for the sole purpose of having sex.”

Zoe led Georgia through the kitchen and down the hallway to her bedroom, and as Georgia undressed her, she was reminded of when Georgia had done the same thing the night before. Zoe helped Georgia out of her remaining items of clothing and as they got in bed together, Zoe smiled at Georgia and brushed a stray hair from her face.

“I hope you're not missing anything important in your class,” Zoe said and Georgia shook her head, no.

“I know it sounds corny, but... this... this is important... us being here, together,” Georgia said, a bright red blush coming to her cheeks. Zoe was taken aback by Georgia's comment, but at the same time it filled her with an amazing sense of hope.

“It's not corny, and for the record, I... I am glad that you are here, that we are here,” Zoe replied, surprised by the direction their conversation was taking and curious to see where it would go.

“Can I be honest with you?” Georgia asked, giving her a shy, vulnerable look. Zoe put her hand on top of Georgia's hand and lightly stroked the top of it.

“Of course you can,” Zoe answered softly.

“I tried not to feel this way, but... Zoe, last night... for me it was... well, it was more than just sex. I woke up this morning and felt so happy you were there, and I felt so, I don't know... safe, or something, having you right there,” Georgia confessed very quietly. A lump rose in Zoe's throat, and she inhaled deeply to compose herself before responding.

“I like hearing you say that, because... it was more than sex for me as well, the moment I saw you I felt something for you, something I still can't explain... I know it is very forward of me, I know it is very early, but... Georgia, I know that I want to see you again, I know that I want to get to know you better, and I know that I... I want you to be... mine...” Zoe said, knowing she owed it to Georgia to be as honest as she had moments before.

“I want you as well,” Georgia said, giggling nervously.

“I don't know how the hell to go about this, I don't know how the hell to be in a relationship with a woman, but... I want to learn, with you,” Zoe said, smiling wistfully at Georgia.

It felt as if they moved into each others arms in slow motion, and as they began to kiss, Zoe had a sense of everything being right in the world. It was a feeling she had waited her whole life to have, but it seemed that with Georgia, she finally had it. A relationship with a woman was unchartered territory for both of them, but at the same time, the idea of a relationship with Georgia felt natural to her.

“I hope I didn't disrupt you from anything important with my insistent doorbell ringing!” Georgia joked when they parted for air. Zoe giggled and bit her lip.

“Um, actually, I was looking at the photos of you from last night, and was kind of, um... touching... myself,” Zoe admitted and Georgia burst out laughing.

“I love the irony of that!” Georgia announced and Zoe laughed.

“I was an idiot to think I could look at photos of you like that and not get turned on,” Zoe commented.

“So I interrupted you before you had a chance to get off?” Georgia asked and Zoe shrugged.

“It was very worth it to be able to taste you,” Zoe responded and winked at her.

“I am glad you feel that way,” Georgia whispered as she leaned forward and kissed her again, her tongue trailing along Zoe's top lip.

Georgia kissed slowly along Zoe's jaw and as she nibbled on her earlobe, Zoe couldn't stop the little sigh of pleasure that escaped from her lips. Georgia moved on from her earlobe and kissed her way down Zoe's neck, eliciting a moan from Zoe as she teased the crook of her neck with the tip of her tongue. Zoe felt a renewed ache in her pussy, which only intensified as Georgia began kissing her again, peppering kisses down her chest until her lips came into contact with one of Zoe's nipples.

Zoe groaned as Georgia started to suck on her nipple and groaned even louder when Georgia started to play with the other nipple with her fingers. With each squeeze of the nipple, Zoe could feel her pussy clenching tighter and tighter and when Georgia began to flick the nipple in her mouth with her tongue she found herself unable to keep her legs closed any longer. As Zoe opened her legs to Georgia, she began to whimper and writhe around on the bed. Georgia was avoiding her pussy completely and Zoe NEEDED to be touched. Georgia looked up at her and Zoe could see a wicked glint in her eye that told her Georgia planned to tease her a while longer.

For some reason when Georgia sucked harder on the nipple while maintaining eye contact, the sensations felt even more intense and Zoe groaned loudly, her pussy aching to be touched. Zoe grasped onto Georgia's hand and attempted to pull it down toward her sopping wet pussy, but Georgia resisted. For another two minutes Georgia sucked on her nipple and just as Zoe was preparing to beg for more, she felt Georgia's hand leave her nipple and and it was only when Zoe felt her hand brush against her pubes that she realised she had been holding her breath in anticipation.

Inhaling deeply, Zoe bit her lip as she felt Georgia's fingers creeping closer and closer to their target. As she felt the slightest brush of fingertip against wet flesh, Zoe cried out, and when she finally felt the pad of Georgia's finger gliding through her juices she groaned in a mixture of pleasure and relief. Georgia pushed two fingers inside Zoe's cunt, and as she started to pump them in and out, Zoe felt relieved that the teasing wasn't going to continue. Georgia had obviously read her well and could tell that what she needed wasn't to be slowly brought to orgasm, but to reach her climax in a hard and fast fashion. It had been a long time coming, after all!

Georgia continued sucking Zoe's nipple while she pounded her with her fingers. The combination of nipple stimulation and the friction caused by Georgia's fingers left Zoe writhing around on the bed, bucking her hips and crying out for more. Georgia kept her fingers steady and Zoe gave herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. For once she didn't try to fight the orgasm which was speedily building deep inside her and when she began shrieking she knew she was being louder than she had ever been. It wasn't something she could help though, what Georgia was doing to her nipple and pussy felt spectacular. Whatever the spot was that Georgia was striking inside her pussy, it was causing such an intense level of pleasure that she began to tremble as her orgasm approached.

When her orgasm hit Zoe screamed loud and long, her pussy clamping around Georgia's fingers so tightly that when she came down from her orgasm, the muscles of her pussy hurt. Zoe somehow made her way into Georgia's arms and as she rested her head on Georgia's shoulder, she found herself struggling to catch her breath. Zoe had never cum so hard before and especially not after being fingered! She had always enjoyed the feeling of fingers in her pussy but tended to rely on oral or cock for her actual orgasm... with Georgia though, there had been no doubt in her mind she would cum with fingers buried deep inside her!

“That was um, easier, than I imagined it would be,” Georgia whispered to her and Zoe giggled quietly as she moved back slightly so they could look at each other.

“I have never cum quite so hard in my life,” Zoe told her and then squeezed her eyes shut as her pussy clenched tightly at the memory of what Georgia had just done to her.

“Seeing you cumming like that, and hearing it, I... well, it got me horny all over again,” Georgia admitted, looking embarrassed. Zoe laughed.

“I have a feeling that it would be very easy for two women to spend a day in bed together, having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm,” Zoe commented as she innocently brushed the back of her hand against one of Georgia's nipples.

“I think it is highly possible,” Georgia agreed, swallowing loudly as Zoe massaged one of her nipples with the pad of her thumb.

“I would say it is more than just 'highly possible',” Zoe casually replied.

“Mmm hmmm,” was all Georgia could manage in response when Zoe started to rub her thumb back and forward over Georgia's increasingly hard nipple, before letting out a husky moan as Zoe started to roll the nipple between her thumb and index finger.

Georgia and Zoe then spent the rest of the day and well into the night, proving that Zoe's theory was very true. Zoe lost count of how many orgasms were had, but had a feeling her neighbour could probably tell them...