Horny Hump Day - Aug 20th

This week I am taking part in my first Horny Hump Day blog hop!  The whole idea behind Horny Hump Day, is for erotica authors to share three sentences of their writing, to tease & entice readers!

For my very first Horny Hump Day, I am going to share three sentences from the very first story I published, Georgia: Restrained, which is from my 'Georgia & Zoe' series.

The premise of the story is very simple.  Zoe ties Georgia up and has her very wicked way with her, teasing her until she is ready to burst... of course the teasing results in a coma-inducing orgasm for Georgia!

Crying out loudly, Georgia looked down to where Zoe was lying between her legs and glimpsed the pink vibrator in her hand.  Zoe slammed the vibrator deep inside her pussy, causing Georgia to cry out so loudly it was closer to a scream than a cry.  It was the most exquisite, welcome feeling, causing her to see stars.

Cunnilingus 101 - tips from a self-proclaimed expert

One of the biggest changes when you go from having spent years in relationships with men to being in a relationship with a woman is, unsurprisingly, the lack of penis.

Let's face it.  A penis makes sex easy.  You partake in a little foreplay, you get wet, he gets hard, he clambers on top, puts it in and BOOM, we have lift off.  After repeated in-out-in-out-in-out an orgasm or two happen, he rolls off, you go to sleep.  Sex - mission completed.

While I think sex is a lot broader in scope than simply being all about penis-in-vagina (as I explain in a previous post), it is THE most common type of sex that is had between men and women.  And rightly so, because it can feel amazing! It just isn't as straight forward when neither of you have a penis though.

In the early days of our relationship, my wife and I enjoyed exploring different ways to give each other the sexual pleasure that prior to that had only been achieved because of the mighty penis.  We used toys, we used our fingers, we used our tongues, we used our hands, we even used our legs.  I think that for both of us, that exploration led to us learning a lot about our own bodies, in a way we probably wouldn't have in a typical male/female relationship.

As with all couples, we soon learnt precisely what it was that drove the other person crazy, what worked them into a hot steamy lather, what didn't work quite so well and what didn't work at all.  In all relationships you want to keep the spark alive, you want to keep things new and exciting - but it is hard to not fall back on the tried and true - what you know is guaranteed to give the love of your life an explosive, brain melting, coma-inducing orgasm.

My wife loves oral, and because of that, I have become somewhat of an expert over the past few years!  Oral sex isn't just a case of 'lick her until she cums', because as with ALL types of sex, there are different techniques, different types of pressure, different speeds and different positions one can use, and what feels good for one woman won't necessarily feel good for another.

Nancy might like fast tongue action with light pressure on the clit, Mary might like slow tongue action with firm pressure on the clit, while Jean might not even like her clit being touched but may love the feeling of a tongue being pressed inside her.  Lucy might like fingers to be used during oral, Jennifer might like a vibrator, Rachel might find that anything being inside her makes it too hard to concentrate on the tongue action.

Understand where I am going with this?


The whole point of AdultSexEdMonth is educating adults about all things sex, so I thought I would do my bit & compile my very own list of oral sex tips... here goes!

Before you head 'downtown', make sure she is ready!  Foreplay.  Foreplay, foreplay, FOREPLAY.  It will get her in the mood, but it will also make the experience more enjoyable for you, and for her.  The feeling of a tongue against a dry vagina can be plain uncomfortable.  Going in dry with a penis, fingers or vibrator isn't pleasant, and the same goes for the mighty tongue!  I'm not suggesting hours of foreplay, but enough to make sure she is physically and emotionally/mentally in the mood.

Right.  She's wet, and you are finally settled between her legs.  Now what?

DON'T head straight for the clitoris.  Explore!  Run your tongue slowly up and down her slit, dip your tongue into her hole, work your tongue up toward her clit zig-zagging, use the tip of your tongue, use the flat of your tongue, experiment with pressure - light, firm, a mixture of both.  Move your tongue around her hole, try it slow, try it fast, suck gently on her labia, try sucking a little harder.  Don't act as if you want to get it over and done with as quicky as possible (unless that is the whole point, women can have quickies too!), take the time to enjoy the way she feels against your tongue, enjoy the way she tastes!

This exploration isn't just a way to prolong the experience though... while you are exploring, PAY ATTENTION!  Does she moan loudly when you move your tongue in a particular way?  When you use a certain type of pressure?  A certain type of speed?  Does she suddenly fall silent when you switch to something else?  The whole point is to pay attention to what she seems to like, and what doesn't seem to work as well for your lovely lady.

Try to pay attention to her moans, her cries, the little whimpers she makes, the gasps she takes, the way her breathing speeds up or slows down, any noises that sound like they might be fuelled by displeasure or discomfort, more than enjoyment or pleasure.  If you have been together for a while - or have had sex more than a few times - chances are you will have an idea of the types of noises she makes when she is enjoying it, and when she isn't.  Part of giving pleasure is about paying attention to cues, and if you do this, as time goes on you will become more and more in tune with her unique little cues, and will instinctively know if you should keep doing what you're doing, or move on to a different technique.

For a lot of women clitoral stimulation is what makes them orgasm, so if your lady is in this group, don't forget to pay it lots of attention!  As with oral sex in general, each woman will like a different type of stimulation, featherlight flicks of the tongue, slow motions, fast motions, soft pressure, firm pressure, pressure applied with the tip of the tongue, pressure applied with the flat of the tongue, side to side, up and down, diagonally, circular; part of the fun is finding out exactly what type of clitoral stimulation is needed, and when.  To start with she might like light pressure, building up until you are almost grinding her clit with your tongue as she reaches orgasm, she might like firm pressure right from the word go, or she may be the opposite and like soft pressure from start to finish.

Another word on the mighty clitoris.  It may be hooded - partially or fully, and in this case, you might need to GENTLY push the clitoral hood up with your fingertips to expose the clitoris properly.  Some women don't like direct clitoral stimulation, and may prefer it staying hooded... but the only way to know is to explore her body yourself - and of course - to ask!

When you have mastered all the basics of oral sex (which really isn't as hard as I make it out to seem!), you can try adding to the whole experience.  Use a finger or two inside her - start out stroking the walls gently, and if you think she wants harder movements, or she flat out tells you, then by all means!  A vibrator or dildo can also be used.  You may find your lady likes having something to 'grip' onto internally, but doesn't like it being moved in and out... or you may find that she likes it being moved in and out, with varying degrees of force/speed.

Performing oral in different positions can also have an effect on her response - even slight changes in her hip position, or your own position, can make 'nice' oral turn into something far more explosive!  Try it with her sitting on your face, try it with her legs in the air, try it with her legs over your shoulders, try it with a pillow or two under her hips, try kneeling in front of her while she stands, kneel on the floor in front of the bed and have her lie with her ass right on the edge of the bed, kneel in front of her while she sits on a kitchen chair, kneel in front of her while she perches on the edge of the couch, do it lying on your belly, do it leaning down while on your knees...

There is so much more to oral sex than simply licking until she comes.
The three most important things to remember?

Experiment!  Explore!  ENJOY!

 While talking about the amazing vagina, have you seen THIS video yet?
If not... WATCH IT!

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!

My Sexy Saturday, week 46

Another 'My Sexy Saturday' is upon us!  For those of you who don't know, My Sexy Saturday is a fun way for writers to showcase their writing.   Each week writers post 7 words, sentences or paragraphs, on a specific (sexy!) theme.  The excerpt can be from a published work, or a work in progress.

This week's theme is 'A Sexy Afternoon', and is pretty straightforward!  For my contribution this week, I have chosen to share an excerpt from 'Georgia: Exposed', the lastest story in my 'Georgia & Zoe' series.


The 'Georgia & Zoe' series is about two women who unexpectedly fall in love, and chronicles their life together.  So far there are five books in the series, and I am about to start working on the sixth book.  The books are all free for download on Smashwords.

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Georgia watched as Zoe unlocked and pushed the front door open, giggling as she watched her pull her top off before she was even inside properly. Georgia walked quickly up the path, by the time she had entered the house Zoe was already upstairs and Georgia could hear the water running in the bathroom. Deciding that composure was overrated Georgia walked over to the MP3 player which was hooked up to speakers and turned it on. Loud. She then began to run as well, taking the stairs two at a time to reach the second floor in record time.

In the bathroom Georgia found her sexy girlfriend in a very naked state. With a sudden intense need to feel her naked body pressed against Zoe's, Georgia speedily discarded her clothes and then looked at Zoe hungrily. She wanted all of her, she wanted to make her scream and writhe around, to tease her until she was begging to be taken. Knowing she couldn't wait until the bath was ready Georgia quickly stalked over to where Zoe was standing by the vanity unit and pressed her up against it. Rather than kissing her, Georgia moved both of her hands to Zoe's boobs and lightly squeezed both of her nipples.

“Get on the vanity...” Georgia ordered, her tone soft but commanding.

Zoe quickly lifted herself onto the vanity unit and Georgia took absolutely no time in spreading her girlfriend's legs open, crouching down and then burying her face in the heavenly wetness that was Zoe's pussy. Zoe moaned loudly and gripped on to Georgia's hair as she made the first lap with her tongue, groaning in delight as she concentrated on the taste of Zoe against her tongue. She had eaten her girlfriend more times than she could count, there was hardly a day that had passed over the past two months without Georgia's tongue dipping inside Zoe's hole, but the taste of Zoe was something that Georgia never got used to. Each taste of her girlfriend's sopping pussy was just as spectacular as the time before.

When Georgia pressed the tip of her tongue inside Zoe's pussy she realised just how ravenous she was for her girlfriend and knew she had to make a decision very quickly. She could either make Zoe cum on the vanity unit, or she could stop and they could get into the bath so they could follow through with their initial plan. Zoe's loud moans were very hard to ignore and Georgia wondered how she could even think of breaking the tongue-pussy contact for a second, not when she had worked Zoe into such a hot, wet mess. Moving her hands under Zoe's thighs, Georgia put her hands on Zoe's hips and pulled her more tightly against her mouth, her own groans of pleasure coming just as close together as Zoe's were.

Zoe wasn't the only one who was saturated, and when Georgia felt moisture on the very tops of her thighs she decided it was only right for both of them to cum. Georgia moved back from Zoe and helped her off the vanity unit and they walked toward the bath, a heated look passing between the two women as Zoe turned the taps off and they both picked up a vibrator from the stool beside the large avocado-shaped bath. Georgia could hear Zoe whimpering as they lowered themselves into the bath and the moment they were positioned perfectly with their legs invitingly spread, there was only one thing left to do.

Georgia giggled quietly when she pressed the button on the vibrator she was holding and it began to make a familiar buzzing sound. As she moved her vibrator down between her legs, Georgia's eyes were glued to Zoe who was squeezing one of her nipples between her fingers while moving her vibrator down between her legs. When Zoe started to run the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit Georgia felt her own pussy clenching tightly, and she knew it wasn't entirely because she had entered the top inch of the vibrator inside her hole. She had watched Zoe masturbating before, but she had never seen her on display like that in the bath.

You're married to a women but you're NOT a lesbian?

I have just finished writing the latest story in the  Georgia & Zoe series (Georgia: Exposed), and in
the story (amongst other far sexier things) Zoe introduces Georgia to her family.  Grandma's reaction goes something like this:

“So you're a lesbian now darling?” Zoe's grandma, Ida, asked and Zoe laughed quietly.

“No grandma, I'm not a lesbian, but I am very much in love with this beautiful woman,” Zoe said proudly.

“I don't understand how you can be in love with a woman and not be a lesbian, but I am very happy to hear you are in love,” Zoe's grandma responded, smiling softly at both of them.

I guess you could say this particular part of the story is based on personal experience, because it is a conversation I have had many times, as has my wonderful wife.  I am a woman who is VERY happily married to another woman, and have absolutely zero desire to be with another person as long as I live (except perhaps in my fantasies, but that is a whole other blog post!).

We must be lesbians, right?

WRONG.

I am not a lesbian, my wife (L) is not a lesbian. 
We are women who are in love with each other, but no, we don't identify as being lesbians.

I know that 'technically' we would probably both be put under the category of 'bisexual' because we are both attracted to men as well as to each other, but I know that neither of us really feel that label applies to us.

Back before my wife and I were in a relationship we were discussing sexuality one day.  I confessed that since high school I had found myself attracted to women on and off, and that I had been in a relationship with a woman for a brief period of time between boyfriends.  I considered myself bisexual because well, why wouldn't I?  I was sexually attracted to men and women.  She told me she wasn't even curious about what sex with women was like, and that she felt no attraction to other women.  As straight as they came, clearly.

Fast forward a bit and we found ourselves very unexpectedly in love.  When I met her in person I was immediately attracted to her but other than the odd sneaky peek at her boobs I didn't think anything about it.  I knew she wasn't attracted to women, so pursuing my attraction any further seemed pointless.  But it happened, and in a rather cliché 'one thing led to another' fashion.  Suddenly I found myself madly in love with the woman who had become my best friend, and my wife found herself in love with a woman...

Before we fell in love I was of the belief that sexuality was very much a black or white thing... a person was either straight, bisexual or gay and that was it.  But as things progressed in our relationship I found myself realising that things were nowhere near as black and white as I had once thought.   I no longer considered myself bisexual, but I didn't consider myself a lesbian either, nor did I think of myself as straight.  I felt as confused as hell because SURELY having found my soulmate I should have had a better understanding of who *I* was, especially as far as my sexuality went.

I love this t-shirt slogan, and not just with regard to
the labelling of sexuality!

It dawned on me one day that what I was was SEXUAL.  No bi-, homo- or hetero- to preface the word... I was just plain old SEXUAL.  I was sexually (as well as mentally, emotionally, physically & spiritually) attracted to my wife, and I found that the deeper our love grew, the less I was bothering to pay attention to anyone else, regardless of sex.  I would see a pretty woman and find myself thinking about my (now) wife and how much I loved her body shape, rather than blushing as I thought about how nice that stranger's breasts were.  I would see an attractive guy and find myself thinking about how spankable my wife's ass was.

My wife was the only person I thought about in even the most innocent of sexual ways.  You could say that I became L-sexual.  As L's cousin suggested, L is 'Bree-sexual'... I quite like that, it has a ring to it! 



I think what I am trying to say here is that sexuality isn't something that can necessarily be defined by ticking all the boxes in a certain category.  Sexuality should just be accepted as a natural human state without people feeling as if they need to identify as a/b/c/d.

I hate that there is this enormous expectation within society to put a label on sexuality.  I am NOT saying people shouldn't label themselves IF IT IS WHAT THEY WANT.  If you identify as being straight, bisexual, lesbian, homosexual, gay, pansexual, asexual, bsexual, csexual or unicornsexual that is fine!  I have many friends who proudly identify as lesbian, I also have many friends who identify as bisexual, as well as a couple who identify as pansexual.  I understand why some people are happy with labels, it helps us (as humans) to identify with a group and perhaps fosters a feeling of belonging.  I guess what I don't agree with regarding labels is when people are forced to pick a label or feel they have to identify as being a member of a certain group or sexual persuasion.

It is probably quite obvious to you now that I am a firm believer that sexuality is fluid... quite simply, I believe that sexual attractions can change over time.  I in no way think that sexuality is fluid for EVERYONE, but I know from personal experience that sexual attractions can and do change!

Being sexually fluid doesn’t mean a person is confused. For a person to know and accept their sexuality as fluid, they must be self-aware. - Everyday Feminism

I think it is when an individual accepts that sexuality may in fact be fluid for them that they are finally able to explore who they really are and over time define their own sexuality for themselves.  

I love what she says about 'having sex, in a non-defining, non-exclusive way'

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...

Not a huge fan of porn (vids), but...

I am not a huge fan of porn... I think for me it is partly to do with my short attention span, and also the type of sex that traditional porn tends to portray.  Don't get me wrong, I have my favourite videos, but they are few and far between.  ANNNNND with four kids in the house, watching porn just seems far too risky.

"Nan!  Last night I got up to go to the toilet and mum was watching a lady licking another lady's vagina, on the computer!".  I can hear it now!

I do, however, find myself getting very very distracted by images online.  Some, would most certainly fall under the category of 'pornographic', while others are more 'intimate' in nature... not quite explicit enough to be called porn, but probably not the type of photographs you'd want to share with your parents, your neighbour, your friendly local shopkeeper... you get the gist.

I enjoy looking at photos of men and women having sex, or being intimate... but what I REALLY like, and what REALLY makes me want to drag my wife into our bedroom and have my very wicked way with her, are photos of women together.  Women cuddling, women kissing, women touching each other, sucking each others nipples, fingering each other, biting, spanking, using toys, masturbating...

My own preference though, is for more realistic images.  I don't like (as much) images which are very posed, and look as if they are just screen shots direct from a porn video.  I prefer images of women who aren't a size 2, who aren't made up to look skanky as hell... women who look like they are really enjoying themselves, and who aren't just acting...

And boobs!!!  I like boobs!!!  Big boobs!!!  Perhaps this is because I am big breasted?  I like seeing women with boobs that jiggle and wobble and can be held onto... boobs that can be gripped, boobs that are a handful...

Oral sex is another thing I love seeing images of... but I like it to look real... not like the women are both in a certain position because it looks good on the camera... I want to see a woman with her face buried between the other womans legs, when the actual tongue and vagina can be seen, I don't want to see the very tip of the tongue 'stabbing' at the clit (we all know that is just uncomfortable)... I want to see the flat of the tongue between the lips, I want to see the tongue probing at the entrance to the vagina....... I want to see oral that depicts oral the way *I* know (and looooooove) it, both as a giver and a receiver.

I know that everyone has a different idea of what makes a porny/sexual/explicit/intimate image 'hot', but these are the type of images that *I* am personally talking about... and which kill me each time I look at them...

this is a personal favourite of mine...

this isn't exactly explicit, but I love the promise of what is to come...