Date: Sun, 25 May 2008 17:24:29 +0200 (CEST)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: STORY SUBMISSION: A Kind of Love (Lesbian-Bi)

A lesbian dominates her bisexual lover. Please let me know if this subject
interests you.


A KIND OF LOVE


Tonight I feel nostalgic. I have my lover with me, my only real love. I
think back to an earlier time all those years ago...

Remember my sweet, how easy it was to seduce you on the night before your
wedding? I'm sorry for that, for planting that seed of doubt at such a
traumatic time. But I wanted to remind you of what you were leaving
behind. Anyway, I should have known you'd always come home eventually. I
needn't have worried. A leopard never changes its spots...

I watch the sweat forming in the hollows of your thighs and see the cord
tension as your body arches against it, hungry for the whip, or my leather
belt, whichever I choose to caress you with next.

I bind your breasts tightly and with some creativity, using nylon filament,
the kind that fisherman use. It bites into the flesh deliciously. The
blindfold you have asked for prevents you from seeing what I am doing, but
the way I have constricted your breasts now gives them a completely new
shape so that they resemble fat cocks or obscene balloons. I think you'd
like it. I wish you could see your nipples swelling with blood and your
breasts turning a deep purple hue. But blindness is your choice. You tell
me it accentuates the sensations I bring upon your body. I take your word
for it, I wouldn't know.

You are perfect. I know that you will want me to whip you as usual in a
moment or two, especially your breasts when they become fully engorged and
hot with agitation. They will love the lash that stings them. But it is
only a sting and the resulting marks will fade in a day or two. I'll suck
them viciously and your hot, wet cunt will tingle and beg in my hand. But
you will have to be patient my darling.

You are so easy; the merest brush with my nail on your little clit would be
enough. You know I can make you `cum' easily, anytime I want. But I won't
allow you this yet. I want you to wait for this part too.

I force your belly down so that your lower half straddles my knee. I part
your cheeks with one hand exposing your little brown ring, a chocolate star
so full of promise, fondly thinking how many times I've had my tongue in
there. I've never tired of it.

I can feel the heat coming off you; smell the sex oozing from your pores. I
want to see your buttocks redden deliciously under my belt, feel them
clench and relax, clench and relax. In a moment I'll put a nice rubber cock
in you which I can inflate and stretch you while I slash the belt across
your arse. When I'm satisfied the cock has stretched you enough, I'll turn
my attention to your other opening. Through here I can reach the very core
of your soul.

Sometimes I feel it would be nice to invite one or two strangers off the
street to join me - big dirty workmen with pendulous cocks. I'd let them go
to work on you, encourage them to take liberties with your body. I'd watch
your face as they violated each orifice in turn and while they were doing
this I would finger my own pussy and have some fun at your expense. I have
a fantasy about it. This is how it goes...

I invite them off the street. There are two of them, one a teenager, his
sculptured, golden body gleaming with sweat in the afternoon sunlight. A
construction worker fresh from the site. The other is older, a road
sweeper, about 40, heavy and unshaven. I already have you prepared, that is
to say, I've tied you and liberally lubricated your two openings. I give
the young one the pleasure of your arse; the other takes your cunt. You cry
rape, but only because you know it excites me. We know it is not rape
because this is what you secretly desire, and you desire it because you are
happy for me to see you violated by something I cannot give you. I'm not
interested in their faces. In my mind they are ciphers. I watch their cocks
slide in and out of you; watch the sweat drip from their foreheads as they
work hard in the humid room. You all settle into a nice rhythm. I wish you
could give me a running commentary of how it feels to be penetrated from
behind and in front at the same time. I have never had it done to me, but I
feel it through you. Your flushed face looks out at me from the sandwich
they have made of you. I see you mouth a silent, "I love you," and I return
the compliment with a blown kiss.

I tell the men there's no hurry for I can delay my orgasm indefinitely. I
would like to climax when they do. I want to see them soil you with their
`cum' and then urinate on you. That would give me such a buzz. I bet you
think I'm awful for saying that. Well, if you think that's bad, listen to
this...I'd love to eat their `cum' as it dribbles from your arse and cunt
and then spit it into your mouth for you to savour and swallow. Would you
still love me after that?

When they are done with you I send them scuttling back like gutter rats
into the shadows of my mind.

Soon, when I've had my way with you, I'll untie you. The deep purple will
fade from your breasts and their true shape restored until next time.

I will hold you in my arms and kiss you. I will wash your body and then rub
almond oil into your skin. With my long blonde hair I will kneel and dry
your feet, and if you wish it, tell you stories of love until you sleep. I
will never leave you...And you..?

You will always come back for more...you know you will.


        THE END