Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 20:03:25 -0700
From: j ritter <pomegranite14@hotmail.com>
Subject: palace life part 8

When I return to my quarters, I find Joelle there in her outerwear, getting
ready to go out. I go to her and allow myself to be enveloped in her arms.
She's much taller than I am.

	"Where do you think you're going, woman?" I ask.

	"I have some errands in the city. You need some new toiletries, I need some
books from the library..."

	"mmph." I mutter into her shoulder. "Don't go."

	"Whyever not?" she laughs, but I'm feeling sad and confused from my
conversation with the lonely Empress. Joelle catches the seriousness in my
posture, and squeezes me tightly. "I'll only be gone a couple of hours."

	"okay, nevermind."

	"What is it?" She asks, but when I don't reply, she leans in for a long
kiss instead. It goes on and on, her lips locked to mine, and when her
tongue starts exploring the inside of my mouth I know I've won this battle.
She'll be staying at least a while.

	We press our bodies ever closer together, standing in the doorway, and I
can't help but breathe faster and harder as her kisses come with more
pressure, hips pushing against mine. She pulls my coat off, letting it fall
to the floor, never stopping the kisses.  Her hands flicker over my
shoulders, detouring downwards to pinch my already erect nipples gently
through my dress. Turning me forcibly around, she presses me from behind,
fondling my breasts, and letting her hands roam down to my inner thighs. She
lifts my skirt and teases me by running her fingers through my pubic hair
for ages, making me moan with impatience. We hit the bed hard, breathing
heavily and ripping away clothing with abandon.

	"Oh lord, darlin', please..." I'm murmering incoherantly in her ear as her
fingers rub up and down in my wet slit. I don't know if I want her to slow
down so that this will last, or if I want her to bring me to the final
shattering orgasm right now. I've never been the most patient girl. Her lips
trace down my body, to nibble at my navel, which makes me arch backwards,
shivering. Then downwards to lick at my labia and delve into the depest
recess of my body, flicking my clitoris periodically. I'm gasping for breath
now, hands crumpling the bedsheets, fighting the impending orgasm for as
long as I can. Times like this, I'm given to the running commentary, and I'm
babbling,

	"Oh babe... mmmm... feels so good.... Yeah. Yeah. Mmm, fuck me with your
tongue... aaaah."

	I can feel the heat rising in my abdomen, the blood pumping through my
genitals, and I'm suddenly spazming, teeth clenched, feeling a hot liquid
dripping between my legs. Her tongue is putting just the righ amount of
pressure on my clitoris, and I can't hold back any more. "Oh BABE! I'm going
to cum so hard...mmmm... I'm coming.... aaaaaaaaah!!!!" and it's so fine,
the stars exploding behind my eyes. As soon as start coming down from the
ecstacy, I see that my lover is kneeling between my legs, rubbing her own
clit. Her cheeks are bright red, eyes glazed as she cries out and arches her
own back, two fingers a blur. She's in a frenzy, and her hips pump forward
once, twice, and then she's lost in the orgasm, crying out and I reach out
to steady her as she bucks. Our thighs are coated in sticky cum, and when we
fall back to catch our breath, our sweat mingles on the bedsheets.