Sexual Haven

[Mistress Jorja]

Picking up his pack of Camels from where he threw them idly on the bar, she leaned back on one elbow and lit it, inhaling deeply. She started to relax a little as her mind drifted back into the past, how he had caressed her with those rough hands the words he had whispered in a hoarse but sensual voice... Shaking her head she brought herself back to reality, it was over, and that was a damn good thing. There may have been times in the past few months that she missed him, but now that he was standing next to her the cold-blooded creep that he was, she could see that she had made the right decision by forcing him out of her life.

Grinding out the almost untouched cigarette just to annoy him, those things were getting expensive as hell these days, she turned to face him. "Now don't play coy, we both know exactly what you were thinking coming here. It's a big city and I doubt fate has anything to do with our meeting. If your gonna prowl around in the dark corners and wait for me to walk into your trap, at be man enough to admitt it." She noticed offhandedly he tensed every time she spoke, and despite his outer facade he was not as comfortable in this situation as he would have liked her to think. Continuing to chide him in a sultry voice, she found herself wondering how far she dared to go with these harsh remarks, and what would push him past his limit of self restraint.

"Hmmm....so tell me, do you always go for the young ones? She's practically half your age, when exactly DO you plan on telling her how old you really are? Oh wait, I know your style, continue lying to her that your 25 right? And then when you break up reveal that practically the whole relationship was a lie?" She paused, waiting to see if he would reply, but he was still trying to keep his cool. Scoffing and looking him up and down once she continued, "Sorry darlin, but you couldn't even pass for 30 these days."

 

[Daemon]

When bird realized were his hand was being directed he didn't hesitate to grope around. (mmm no panties! This is definately my kind of babe!) he began to massage his partner's wet, silky pussy and she couldn't help but let out a loud moan of pure sexual pleasure.with his freehand bird undid his belt and let his cock free.(This hot little sex goddess wasn't the only one going commando) He let his manhood slide between her legs but not inside just yet. as his mouth worked it's ways all over her neck he paused next to her ear and whispered. "What's the most you've orgasmed in a row? Your going to break your record tonight."

 

[Lustyoo]

Sasha purred in delight and anticipation upon hearing what this man had just told her. She heared such promises before without the desired results but this man sounded like he could back up his claim.
'Well darlin, I'll let you know when it's time to stop, but you'll be here for quiet some time. Are you man enough to handle it?' Sasha asked coyly tilting her head so that a lock of hair brushed over her eyes, concealing and highlighting her slightly sly expression. Her hand went between their bodies behind her and stroked his hard shaft lightly, her fingers brushing the tip and smoothing the pre cum that had started to bead there.

 

[Jack Steed]

Jorja could always find that dark spot in his heart—that place within him where the black rage dwelled. She could touch it, caress it, bend it to her will so cavalierly, that he almost admired her for it. He’d learned long ago that there was no point in handling her the way he handled other problems: with a slap, a punch, a kick. She’d only laugh at him, egging him on until the violence became sexual. And after she’d finished draining his rage—absorbing it, feeding on it—she’d go out and find some other plaything to amuse herself with, turning the screws just a little bit tighter, until she felt like tormenting him again.

He’d tried to find some way to even the score, some chink in her armor, but it had been a largely fruitless search—until recently. Although he was a lot closer to 40 than he was to 30, Travis didn’t look his age. For some reason he couldn’t quite fathom, younger women still were drawn to him. Jorja herself was proof of that. Since their split, he had begun to seek his pleasures in younger women again, especially when he discovered that the younger they were, the more it seemed to irk Jorja.

Travis glanced at the girl behind the bar. She looked like she was getting ready to bolt at any moment. Her eyes darted back and forth nervously from one to the other of them, and she took big gulp from her drink.

Travis reached across the bar and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes. “Don’t worry about her, darlin’,” he said. “She’s just pissed that she didn’t see you first.” He took another sip of his beer and added, “That—plus the fact the boys your age don’t look at her the same way they used to.” He shrugged his shoulders and tossed back another shot of bourbon. “Ain’t none of us getting any younger—right, Jorja?”

He reached across the bar again and picked up the bottle of Wild Turkey, refilling his glass. “Now, if you’ll tell me your name, honey, I’ll tell you how old I am, if that matters to you. And if you’ll tell me when you get off work tonight, I might even tell you the truth,” he grinned.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Jorja knew she was playing right into Travis's hands. As if he had written the script himself, he knew exactly what she was going to say and had already thought up a well-planned, smartass response. But she couldn't help it. He knew her a little to well, and although she had strongly believed she was the controlling force in their relationship, she was starting to have second thoughts. Raking her nails through her blonde hair in frustration, her steely eyes flashed. "Bull, Travis. I've still got charm to boot...although you seem to have lost all yours. That is, if you had any in the first place."

She started in again, with her patronizing tone, one she knew he despised, "Don't play mind games with me. Could you puhleaseee stop wasting that woman's time --- we both know she's sure to have much better things to do than listen to your lies --- and talk to me straight? Don't be afraid.... What the hell motivates you to do this?"

Realizing she is yelling and creating a scene, she lowers her voice to a fierce whisper dripping with sarcasm. "I've put up with your nonsense long enough. Now either get all of your anger out right now or shut up and use that passionate fury for something more....enjoyable....for us both." She bit her tongue as soon as she let that remark slide. Sexual innuendoes had always flowed so freely between her and Travis, they had forever bantered back and forth, conversations filled by sly suggestions. Taken aback by her own choice of words, she realized he still held some force over her. Hurriedly turning her flushed face away, she could feel his eyes still on her. She shuddered with the uncomfortable sensation that he could read her mind like an open book.

God, this was not her usual self-assured style, and he was making damn sure to take advantage of it. Not the first time she had felt this way, they had had their fair share of "disagreements." And between them their was no such thing as a graceful loser, it was a fight to the death...until either she ran screaming out of the apartment, slamming doors and sobbing or he peeled off in his truck never once looking back. Although melodramatic, she didn't think she was over reacting this time.

 

[celiaKitten]

kitten

Nervously listening to the exchange between the two former lovers, Kitty managed to fix a Cosmo for herself. Afraid the pair’s anger could readily be transferred, she was about
to bolt. Then Travis turned to her, and he seemed like an entirely different person. He was kind and his words almost tender. The simple act of brushing a hair from her face sent warmth through her. Kitty found she trusted him, even though she had no reason to.

Turning to Jorja she hissed “A conversation with this gentleman is not an unwelcome advance to me. I’m a big girl and have been making my own decisions for awhile now.”

With that clear dismissal, she leaned toward Travis to purr “I don’t work here. I’m filling in for a friend who happens to be busy with a knock-out blonde at the moment. As soon
as he’s back, I’ll be looking for something to keep me busy as well.”

the kitten wrapped a curl around her finger, weighing her options. After a few quick sips of her drink, she finally leaned forward to nuzzle the neck of her new interest.

 

[polywog]

geofrey

I regain possession of my senses, looking at Dani, and realise I could really go for her. I have been so blind not seeing she was a woman with needs of her own.

I wink and nod my head towards the back of the bar. There is a nook adjoining the back hall. It's a semi private spot visible only to the bartender and one or two places in front of the bar. I reach around her waist and cup her full breast, her nipple hardening thru her flimsy clothes. I too am hardened by the caress and feel my ardor rising and warming my whole body.

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

“I was beginning to think the cat got your tongue or something,” Travis chuckled, as the dark-haired girl slowly licked up the side of his neck. “But, no, there it is.”

Jorja’s goading had settled the matter as far as he was concerned. A moment ago, he had wanted nothing more than to talk to this girl, flirt with her a little bit maybe, keep her occupied so she didn’t go getting herself in any trouble. But now he wanted more—and he wanted it right here, right now, in front of Jorja. What the fuck? he thought. When in Rome…

He reached out and lightly caressed the girl’s cheek, running his thumb over her full, voluptuous lips. Part of her recoiled at his touch, but part of her welcomed it. He gently parted her lips, and her mouth opened and her tongue flicked at his thumb tentatively. “Ah, there it is again,” he chuckled, and the corners of her mouth lifted in a weak smile. She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around his thumb, sucking it gently.

Travis glanced at Jorja. Her words had already betrayed her, and they both knew it. Her gaze alternated between an embarrassed averting of her eyes to staring daggers at him to watching what the girl was doing to his thumb. Her tongue flicked across her own lips unconsciously as she watched the girl respond to his touch, and she squirmed uncomfortably. Probably already getting wet, he mused, remembering how quickly she could move from wanting to kill him to total wantonness.

Travis pulled his thumb from the girl’s mouth and rubbed it over her lips again, moistening them with her saliva. He ran his hand gently over her brow, her cheek, and her chin, and then he lightly placed it on her upper arm. With his other hand, he swept the glasses and bottles aside and patted the top of the bar. “C’mon, hop up here,” he smiled. “Hop up here and let me see what’s hiding under all that leather.”

He turned and grinned smugly at Jorja, “Feel free to stay and watch, if you like.”

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Okay, okay, okay. So she was jealous. So what? He had been hers, and only hers for a long time. It was natural to be jealous, she urged herself to believe. Even though she knew the display was being put on for her part, she could not help but be sickened by it. Maybe turned on, yes...but still...

Slipping off the stool next to them, she speaks viciously to the girl. "Hope your smart enough to realize it's just his mode of revenge. Oh and by the way, put my drinks on his tab....while your down there." Swiping Travis's beer of the counter next to him, she says evenly "Two can play at this game..." Keeping a stiff posture, she forces her way back across the dance floor. "Leaving so soon, shuga?"...the catcalls follow her as she spits back insults, not exactly in the mood to be messed with, and mutters 'uneducated swines...' under her breath. Storming out, she shoves the door closed with her hips, hopefully loud enough for Travis and his little plaything to hear.

Taking a deep breath, she walks to the parking lot. Running her hand lovingly over the luminescent lime-gold paint of her '68 mustang, she perches on the hood. Travis would follow her, she knew this from experience, it was just a matter of time. He would lose interest quickly enough once his audience was gone. It did hurt her to see Travis with another woman, she finally conceded, although she would be the last one to admit that a mere man had cut her so deeply. She knew her empty threats would remain unfilled, at least for tonight, as her anger melted away so had her passion, leaving her in no mood for such physical pleasures.

Rubbing her bare shoulders against the midnight air, she wished she had worn something a little more...substantial. Her crimson scarf was still in the bar where she had left it, and that was hardly worth going back in there for. Taking her sentry position, she watched the patrons leaving the bar with little interest. An older man, stumbling over his shoelaces, obviously having overindulged. A girl with her ass practically hanging out her skirt, groping a guy who would more likely than not wake up tomorrow horrified by what was sharing his bed. Two burly biker-types that frequented any establishment offering beer in this section of town. She watched, unblinking, not judging them...just observing. Full of a mix of disgust and pity, her conscience insisted on reminding her she wasn't a perfect angel either.

 

[Guest]

Kitty

"Good lord, someone has an overinflated sense of drama." Kitty spat as she pulled her lithe frame over the bar. Slipping a leg on each side of the sexy denim man, she ran her fingers through his hair.

Inside, she was laughing. If only any of these people knew who she was, hmm - well they would never imagine this sex kitten encased in leather spent the majority of her time in a concert hall playing Mozart or Wagner. Even if anyone did see her outside of this 'sex store' they would never recognize her in day dress. A loose bun was as trademark at rehearsals as her free-flowing curls were here. Not that she imagined anyone would care either way.

She studied the man in front of her. What is he anyway? Is there something under his mask too?

As a creature driven by her gut feeling, she remained unimpressed by Jorja's accusations. While not expecting anything other than a wild fling, she doubted any harm would come to her at his traveling hands. Who knows? Maybe he could teach her something as well. And it was no secret that this kitten was on the prowl for someone a bit older than she.

"And I doubt this leather can hide much of anything darling." she whispered into Travis' ear and slid down to straddle his lap.

 

[Huntress]

OOC

Last night I had visions of being able to respond in kind to the wonderful writing which has been posted here over the last few days, but I just don't have it in me today. My thoughts are with those who grieve in NYC, Washington DC, Pittsburgh and around the world. May they find some small comfort in the knowlege that we keep them in our thoughts and prayers.
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Huntress

 

[celiaKitten]

Too True Huntress!

What a difficult day it has been! To anyone who is personally touched by this horrific loss of life, I extend my deepest regret and my prayers are with you. I also commend Literotica for posting the Red Cross Banner.

I pray fervently that President Bush was correct in stating that this cannot destroy us as a nation, that we can all pull together during such a shattering time.

And can I just further say - that whatever BS gets thrown around - no matter what I love my country, and am so proud and humbly grateful to be a part of it.

May God watch over the world - because it's shaken.

~celia~

 

[riverfree]

sympathy

Just looking to pass on my sympathy to everyone in America. The shock is very palpable here in Britain.

And , sadly, as the death toll rises, and as the reality of what happened to those people in the collapsing building becomes clear, the shock is going to get worse

My heartfelt love

Riverfree

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

OOC: I want to second the thoughts of those above. It's been a trying couple of days, and I hesitate, even now, to pick this thread up again, fearing that it might signal some disrespect. That is certainly not my intention, and I hope everyone will understand that.

IC:

Jorja’s sudden departure surprised Travis. She had told him their relationship was over so many times, and he had felt so jealous so often in these last few months seeing her with other men, that he couldn’t quite get his mind around the idea that she would ever be jealous herself.

Part of him was delighted to see her run off like that, knowing that he had irritated her or caused her some pain. But part of him wanted to run after her, to confront her with her feelings, to hear her admit that she still felt something for him, as he did for her.

But what to do about this girl—this lovely, nervous, nameless girl who was sitting in his lap now, running her fingers through his hair? Her deep blue eyes were guileless, willing, trusting, and as Travis’s hands began automatically to explore for zippers and snaps in her leather costume, wanting to get at the firm, soft flesh that he was certain lay beneath it, he felt a little nauseous. Part of it was the liquor, no question about it. But part of it was his own self-loathing. Jorja was right: this girl didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve him. He tried to tell her to run—begged with her silently to get up, get out of here before it was too late—but something in her open, accepting gaze stopped him from voicing whatever it was that his conscience was telling him to say.

His hands went about their work without him, in any case, and he pulled open the top of her outfit, revealing her full, firm breasts. Ah, my! Not too large, not too small—just … perfect. He brushed the palms of his hands lightly over her nipples, feeling them begin to stiffen, and then he closed his fingers around them, pinching them ever so gently until they were puckered and taut.

The girl leaned forward and ran her tongue quickly over his lips, and Travis opened his mouth and kissed her. Her tongue explored his mouth, and his tongue explored hers, and he felt her hands begin to tug at his shirt. His cock was swelling rapidly, painfully inside its denim prison, and her sitting on top of him was only adding to his agony. He pulled her close and kissed her again, and then he suddenly stood up, cupping his hands under her ass, and set her on top of the bar.

“Damn,” he breathed, as he quickly reached down to adjust and straighten himself out. The girl was surprised at being dumped so suddenly back on the bar, but then she giggled when she realized what he was doing. When he moved between her legs and pulled her close again, she smiled. “I think you’re gonna be the death of me, girl,” he sighed wearily, as his hands began fumbling to undo her leather skirt. “Can’t I at least know your name?”

 

[celiaKitten]

Kitty

OOC: Sometimes, a distraction is needed - I wholly understand. And Jack - you can distract me anytime

IC:
"Kitty," she responded between nibbles on Travis' neck. Her breath caught and a smile rapidly spread across her face as he fumbled with her skirt.

Pushing Travis back, she hopped off the bar, gabbed his hand and led him to a secluded corner table. "I hate spotlight, and the bar is nothing but a stage here."

Kitty reached down to undo his jeans, and reached into them to wrap her musicians hand around his throbbing cock. "Hmm, what's got you so worked up darlin'? The fight, the revenge or just me?" she purred, her eyes slightly downcast.

Pulling away again, she let his talented hands roam where they would, enjoying the tense look on his face mixed with the concern in his eyes. Such a contrast, she thought as she pulled his head to her breasts, one I'm enjoying beyond belief.

 

[Lustyoo]

Sensing that the male behind her had become lost in thought
'Of what, hell only knew' Sasha released his penis after a last stroke and walked away. Sasha sighed in frustration the guy had got her hot and bothered. She needed a quick release. Slipping over to a hallway of the Haven she hiked her skirt up to her waist and caressed the lips of her cunt. She pressed her hand down firmly and rotated, moaning in delight she thrust a finger deep into her dripping core and used the other hand to touch her clit. Adding another finger she continued to thrust her fingers with increased speed and persistency, all the while biting her lips to stop from making any loud cries....


OOC: Sorry Daemon I couldn't wait any longer. Welcome to join me when you get back but I've been felling a little impatient lately.

 

[polywog]

geofrey

While Dani hauled The Faint Alex from behind the bar, I cast my eye around the throng of dancers and gropers.

The band played on not feeling my absence at the keyboards.
I felt a little disheartened by this.

The dancers gyrate, the drinkers eye the world over their glasses.

What is going on in the corner? Holy cow her skirt is around her waist, and her hands seem to be engaged in...well, herself.
Could that be her preference? She's efinitely having a good time.
Her knees keep bending so to make access easier. and her neck is straining.

I'd swear she wants help! I want help!! I reach for the dong and disentangle it's growing mass. That feels nice, as I watch her rounding her clit. I'm dry stroking while she's plunging fingers as far as she can into the wet mystery. This picture is wrong.

I walk accross the dance floor schlong in hand and big as life.
People stare at my stiffness and move aside, seeing I'm on a mission. As I near the gorgeous masturbator I pause and stroke almost distracted. What is a proper introduction at this point?

"Hi, I don't believe we've met, I'm Geofery." I switch hands and offer her my right squeezing my dick with my left now.

 

[Lustyoo]

Sasha caught sight of the male coming her way. He had blatanly unzipped his pants and all cock see his enormous strength and size.
She couldn't stopped herself from lightly chuckling as he approached her, stretched out his hand and casually introduced himself. Smiling, her eyes glinting deviously Sasha brought out the hand that had been playing deliciously with herself and clasped his own.
'Sasha..pleased to meet you'

 

[Huntress]

Varly

She couldn’t believe it. Her target had just fainted! One minute he was erect, although slack-jawed, and the next he was on the floor. “Always knew I was a knock-out, but this takes the cake.” She watched with mild disgust as Dani and the bouncer hauled the unconscious bartender off to a back room to recuperate.Varly licked her lips slowly, turning to watch the gyrating couple on the dance floor and the kitten’s rising heat as the denim clad hunk stroked her beautiful fur.

The well-kept bar looked lonely. Abandoned by it’s tender, the couple on the dance floor neglecting it’s gleaming surface while they humped away at each other and finally separated. "Damn." She was neglected too!

Pushing herself back from the edge of the counter and turning around, she surveyed the club, absentmindedly unsnapping a few silver studs on her short duster just enough to expose a lot of cleavage underneath. She was very warm and desperately wanted to just rip it off and expose the chaps which framed her flaxen pubic hair, but she liked being the center of attention. It wouldn’t be the same without an admiring audience and just now everybody was occupied.

“Wait a minute. What’s that?” She spotted the red scarf abandoned by Jorja. “Hmm… now that gives me an idea.”

Grabbing the scarf, and tossing it around her neck, she strode to the open door and surveyed the parking lot. She saw Jorja sitting on the hood of her Mustang hugging herself to keep warm. “What a picture,” she thought. Golden hair drifting in the slight breeze with a wounded expression on that beautiful face. Her full breasts were pushed up by the slender arms which were held tightly to her lithe torso. Varly stifled a gutteral moan as she imagined the softness of the woman’s skin and warmth of her breasts. “Where is my sketchbook when I need it,” she groaned inwardly.

Then a wickedly calculating smile crept over Varly’s full lips and she sauntered toward her bike. “Comfort. That’s what she needs. And I think I know how to deliver.” As she reached her LowRider, she stopped and admired the shining chrome and sinuous lines. “Little sex machine,” she chuckled. Casually she threw one leg over the saddle and perched with a booted foot on the gas tank. She ran her fingers through her short blond hair and preened a little in the rear view mirror before looking in Jorja’s direction.

It took a couple of minutes, but she finally caught the dark-haired woman’s eye. Varly nodded a brief acknowledgement and smiled cooly. She preened a bit more, then leaned back against the sissy bar to savor the night air as the San Francisco fog began to creep into the concrete canyons of the city and waited for Jorja’s response.

 

[Huntress]

OOC

<blush> Oops... posted same message 2x. Teach me to hit the "back" button too many times.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Her hair snarled by the wind, teased and tangled as her eyes wandered over the horizon and the bare parking lot. Off, almost a part of the shadows, she could see the woman perched on her LowRider, eyes flickering - taking in every movement. Jorja had calmed down a bit from the time she had stormed out of the bar, but she was still feeling the flush of anger. Taking in the woman with one broad look, she smiled slightly in approval. Beckoning with her finger, she gestured the woman over. Leaving Travis for another woman....hmph....I wonder what smartass remark he could come up with for THAT one. she thought idly as the woman took her time.

When Varly got closer, Jorja could recognize the look of a woman the prowl, one she had worn herself many times before. She longed company of any type, especially someone like this that she could see a part of herself in. Patting the hood beside her, she smiled again, warmer and more feminine this time.

 

[polywog]

geofrey

"Sasha, pleased to meet you"

The first thing I noticed was how warm the hand was she offered.
The second thing I noticed was that it was slippery and wet.

I was almost repulsed till I remembered, well, duh, that hand was where I wanted to be.

I feel the heat rise in my body imediately. My breath grew short. "I thought I might be some help." I step closer and pull Sasha's cooling fingers up to my face. Breathing in her pungent scent, I smooth her fingers with my lips and langorously suck at each digit. I look into her eyes, still holding her hand, I lay it against my throbbing woody.

 

[Huntress]

Varly

Jorja’s invitation intrigued Varly. The woman had gone from wounded to angry to inquisitive in rapid succession. That alone should have been adequate to warn Varly of the mercurial quality of Jorja’s temperment but she had never been very good at resisting the difficult or the dangerous and she loved a challenge. She swung her legs over the bike and stood, stretching her back and thighs. She took her time ambling over to the Mustang, knowing that the delay would enhance the potential encounter.

As she neared Jorja’s car, she again appraised the woman on its hood. “Good figure, great facial bones – would love to have her sit for me. After I sit on her that is,” she chuckled self-satisfied, failing to stifle the smile that crept over her lips.

Her grin must have appeared to be a leer judging Jorja’s reaction. The smile faltered slightly, but was replaced with a practiced facade. Varly stopped just in front of the hood, and offered her hand instead of sitting down. “Hello,” she breathed.

Jorja’s gray eyes were almost black in the low light of the parking lot. Limpid, and framed by dark lashes, they stared boldly into Varly’s. “Shit, what a hellion you are,” Varly thought. “Almost a match for me.” She ignored the seat and instead offered Jorja her hands. Jorja looked at her levelly, and she lifted one hand in response. When the graceful fingers were in her palm, Varly pulled the slender woman up to stand on high, spiked heels.

“I see you have a penchant for classics,” Varly observed, nodding at the Mustang, still holding Jorja’s hand. “We have something in common.” The closeness and heat of the woman's body and exotic perfume were so tantalizing. Varly lowered her head and spoke softly into Jorja’s ear, “But I don’t think you want to talk about American steel, do you?”

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

Kitty’s sudden aggressiveness took Travis by surprise—and added immeasurably to his desire for her. Young she may be, but her talented hand certainly knew how to play with a cock so as to coax music from a man. As she pulled him to her breast and fingered his swollen penis, Travis groaned pleasurably and laved her nipple slowly with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it.

Kitty gasped when Travis began sucking. But instead of flinching or pushing him away from her, she held him tighter, wanting him to continue. Then she began moaning, too.

Travis finally managed to get her skirt undone, and it fell to the floor around her ankles. Kitty continued to stroke his cock with one hand while the other tugged at his jeans in an effort to get them down, too. As Travis moved to suckle her other breast, his hand reached to tear away her panties—but she wasn’t wearing any. Stockings and garter belts were the only underthings she had on, and Travis glanced down to see her neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair.

“Well, Miss Kitty,” he chuckled, easing her back against the table. “I just gotta go down on you, darlin’, and see what this other pussy cat is like. I sure hope you don’t mind.”

Not waiting for a response, Travis lifted Kitty onto the table and pried her thighs apart abruptly. She looked so vulnerable in this position—what woman doesn’t?—but her eyes were aflame. He knelt down between her legs, slowly running his hands up and down her inner thighs, entranced by the sight ahead of him. Her swollen outer lips were still pursed together, with just a few droplets of moisture to betray how excited she was. His hands moved ever higher, but still he didn’t touch her between the legs. He teased her for a moment, brushing his fingers ever so close to her nether-lips, but still he didn't touch her there. Kitty hissed when he leaned in finally and licked the slit where her pussy lips met. And then she gave a long, satisfying groan as his tongue penetrated her.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja was fascinated by the appearance of this woman just when she longed human companionship the most. It had been many times when men spoke to her in these suggestive tones, but these comments conveyed by Varly's breathy voice came as rather a surprise. Studying her delicate face, Jorja murmured back, "Oh, tell me what you had in mind.."

Already she could feel the familiar longing, the beating of her heart more rapid. In the cool air the closeness and warmth between them felt good, and she purposely brushed her already hard nipples against the woman's chest as she noticed Varly glancing hopefully down at her tanned legs.