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For all the women who are where I am (Lesbian)

by swishlib, added 2009-04-05 12:21:39

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This Story first appeared on QE2 forums.


I am not so sure how long I stood in the rain. But gradually the fat drops being shaken form the oak tree brought me to my senses. I seemed to have forgotten the rules for this whole friendship and anything else ship. It is an awkward place for a 40 something year old to be in. Yes, me the eccentric extrovert who most people thought was pretty together is actually very unsure of herself often.


New people new friends and all the self conscious things that I thought I had left in my teens have returned. Too many years of being with the same person had somehow blunted me. But hell I was more than ready. To long alone without contact of people whom I could call family.


I decided that I had soaked enough out side and a good hot bath would do me good.


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The warmth and comfort of my paradise enveloped me as I stepped into the sacred space I call home. Warm colours, no new things, all well worn and loved and lived in. Beady black eyes from my black pug stared at me accusingly as if to say “You are mad, not even I go out in this weather!”


The water was semi pooling round my feet and I eased off the old hiking boots and padded to the bathroom. I lit a candle just because I can, some incense followed as my bath ran. Sweet senses for me. I thought it would be best if I left the clothes in the shower as they were so soaked. And I peeled my underwear off as the last to join the soaking pile. I love to wear pretty things under my clothes. Even if I have my old jeans and an awful plaid shirt I would have a bra that would accentuate my lovelies and a g string to match. One of my vices…


I eased myself into the steam and sank with a sigh. Your dancing eyes and warm smile filled my vision again. So beautiful in a very sexy intellectual way. Someone once asked me what it is that draws me to my lovers and I invariably say their minds. Yes – sharp wit, clever with words and a solid sense of the Here, Now. I need this to balance me as I am a dreamer who needs to be grounded. And here I am sooo hungry for everything. My libido is a raging one , never mind the longing I have to have someone at my side.


My mind began wandering to your beautiful body, and my hands found my nipples. Tweaking and pulling so that the ache began to spread warmly through me. I imagined your beautiful first kiss, my knees weakening as you explored my mouth with your tongue. Your hands daringly finding their way to my breasts as I kissed my way down your neck inhaling your perfume deeply. I know that I would be moaning by now. I eased my hand down to my wetness needing relief so badly. And slid into my folds filling myself deeply and easing out again to tease my clit. This was going to need two hands. I spread my thighs on either side of my tub and slid my left hand to find my G spot and shuddered as I connected, my right hands fingers finding my clit. I needed to come badly, wetness easing out, my clit so filled and my inner desire so full. I circled my faster and my G spot, I could feel myself clamping down on my fingers and I groaned as I shuddered to a climax. My breathing slowed down as I relaxed in the bath. I am not sure how long I lay there. But when I became compus mentus, the last island of bubbles was sadly flouting. I climbed out shivering and meandered to my bed. My emotions awhirl at all the newness I had awaiting me.


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