Lesbian Confessions (2)
Emily’s freckled face was hot and red as our kiss broke. With a big, goofy smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and led me into her house. “Time for the tour!”
I chuckled and followed her inside. She’d sent me pictures of her new place when she first moved in, but seeing it in person was totally different. It was a big enough apartment for a college student and very modern. The way she decorated was symbolic of her own crazy style-the living room was a huge plethora of Egyptian statuettes and memorabilia, with a big black and purple couch in the center of the floor facing a television stand.
Strewn across the walls were zombie posters, a big rainbow flag, and sheets of paper with segments of poems, drawings, and stories, which could also be found in random piles around the couch, along with comic books and Egyptian history magazines.
The whole house smelled of incense.
I inhaled deeply. “What scent is that?”
“Aphrodisiac,” Emily smiled. “It’s my favorite.”
How ironic.
Emily then led me to her bedroom. It was enormous, with black walls and a giant king-sized bed against the back wall. In the corner to the left of her bed was a record player, and on the wall perpendicular to it was a tall, wide bookshelf filled with fiction books, art supplies, records, and more comics. Candles were everywhere.
I took a liking to the padlocked chest sitting in front of her bed.
“What are you hiding in there?” I asked with a devilish tone.
Emily just smirked at me and led me to her kitchen. Compared to her living room and bedroom, the kitchen was moderately normal, with tons of fruits and veggies filling her refrigerator. Emily was a vegetarian and loved to cook.
We sat together at the small table in the corner of her kitchen.
“You must be hungry after that long drive.”
I smiled and nodded. “Do you happen to have a blender?”
She knew what I wanted because she laughed and rolled her eyes. “One banana smoothie coming right up.”
I leaned forward and kissed her cheek before she got up. “Thank you, babe. I’m gonna go chill on the couch.”
“Mmmkay. I’ll be right there.”
The very second I sat down, I let out a groan. Emily’s couch was so comfortable, but I was just happy to sit on something other than my hard car seat. In the kitchen, I heard Emily turn on the blender. As I waited, I examined her television stand. There was no cable-just a crap ton of movies ranging from horror to musicals. She even owned one of my favorites: Black Swan.
Emily was suddenly by my side, offering me a big glass with a bendy straw sticking out the top. “See anything you like?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.” I winked and checked her out before taking my smoothie.
“Silly.” She ruffled my curly, light brown hair before sitting down beside me. I turned and leaned back into Emily’s chest as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Her apartment was rather cold, but her embrace kept me warm. When I finished my smoothie-which didn’t take long, since banana smoothies were my ultimate weakness-I reached over and set the glass on a small end table by the side of the couch.
Emily and I cuddled in silence for what felt like a half hour. All the while, I couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful this girl was. The years we spent waiting for this day were not spent in vain, nor were they spent unwisely. I knew Emily was the one I wanted forever-she was just so… perfect. She was perfect for me.
I had just closed my eyes and begun to relax when I felt Emily’s warm breath on my neck, making the hair on my arms stand up. I tilted my head to the side to give Emily’s soft lips easier access to kiss the sensitive skin. As she kissed and licked my neck, her hands wandered up my body and firmly groped my C-cup breasts. I let out a quiet gasp, arching my back.
“Hmm… I wonder how sensitive these are?” Emily deftly pulled my shirt off, threw it to the ground, and slipped her fingers into my bra to pinch my nipples.
I cried out, thinking to myself, Oh my god, is this really happening right now?
Emily smirked, obviously satisfied with the sounds I was making, then whispered seductively into my ear, “Want to find out what’s in that chest?”
I nodded furiously, able to feel the wetness soaking my panties. God, how I hoped she had some sex toys in there.
“Stay,” she ordered before standing up and disappearing into her room. I took that opportunity to rub myself through my jeans.
Emily was completely naked when she reappeared-I stared intently at her smoothly shaved pussy-and she held a thick black cloth in her hand, which she used to blindfold me. She then pulled me to my feet and led me to her room, pulling the rest of my clothing off before laying me on my back on her bed. Now, with no clue where she was, I had to rely on my sense of hearing to locate her. However, no matter how hard I listened, I heard nothing.
I had just begun to worry that she had left me there when I felt an incredibly soft, feather-like touch on each of my nipples, which were already erect from the cold air in her apartment. The feather glided around each nipple before traveling at a snail’s pace down my belly, making me squirm and giving me goosebumps. A tingly heat grew between my legs as the feather licked my hips and inner thighs, coming closer and closer but never quite touching my pussy.
The feather was suddenly withdrawn.
I cursed internally, and, coming into a sense of dominance, tore off the blindfold. Because Emily’s bedroom walls were black, my eyes didn’t need to adjust. Her face wore a look of utter surprise and a bit of confusion, which gave me the perfect opportunity to jump up, grab her wrists, and throw her onto the bed beneath me.
She struggled relentlessly under me, still somewhat surprised, but froze and whimpered when I bit into her beautiful white neck and growled, “I want you. Right now.”
Emily arched her back, pressing her beautiful, big D-cup breasts into me, whispering almost incoherently, “Rope. In the chest.”
I quickly jumped over to the chest to fetch the rope. After rummaging through fuzzy handcuffs, colorful vibrators, one whip, a few gag balls, some lube, and several strap-ons, I finally found four short segments of rope.
As I tied Emily’s wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed frame, I noticed her breaths becoming short and quick. It was obvious that she loved being tied up. And, quite honestly, I loved seeing her tied up.
Emily was exactly where I wanted her-vulnerable and on display for me. She was mine for the taking. I straddled her thigh, my left knee between her legs, massaging her right breast while leaning over to suck on her other breast’s small pink nipple. Her boobs were so big-God, I loved playing with them.
I soon noticed that Emily was bucking against my knee, which was now soaked with her juices. I chuckled and began kissing down her body, the smell of her arousal becoming more intoxicating. I spent a long time kissing Emily’s hips-I knew it was one of her weaknesses-before repositioning myself on my knees between her ankles to kiss and lick her protruding clit.
She was moaning loudly now, pulling against her restraints and thrusting with desire.
“Oh, Max, please,” she begged. “I want to feel you inside me.”
God, she was getting me so hot. I was so close to losing myself, and it didn’t help knowing that my own juices were dripping down my thighs. I had to stay in control just a little longer.
With a cruel smile, I ignored Emily’s pleas and spread her pussy lips, rimming her with my tongue.
“Ahhh!” she screamed. “Please, Max!”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
At that moment, all the control I ever retained at any point in my life had dissipated into pure lust and desire, and I pressed my tongue as far as it would go into Emily’s hot, tight pussy. Ooohhh, god, she was so wet and tasted so good!
The sounds coming from deep inside Emily’s throat were so deliciously erotic I had to pull out and quickly replace my tongue with a finger so I could reach up and kiss her passionately, sharing her own sweet fruit.
Emily’s hips began to thrust in more erratic patterns now. Her entire body had broken out in a thin layer of sweat, and her moans were growing louder and higher pitched. She was getting close.
I returned to Emily’s nether region and sucked hard on her clit, simultaneously squeezing another finger into her unbelievably tight cunt.
Once inside, I curled them and found her g-spot, which made Emily’s entire body shake.
“Oh god, YES, MAX!!”
I thrust my fingers in and out of my beautiful ginger’s contracting pussy at high speed as she exploded into orgasm.
I gently pulled my fingers from Emily’s tired pussy when her moans finally subsided, licking my fingers clean before untying the ropes from her wrists and ankles. I held her while she was catching her breath.
“I love you, babe” I whispered before gently kissing her forehead.
Emily smiled, “I love you more.”
She suddenly tackled me, pinning my hands under hers.
“You never finished, love.” Emily winked at me.