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Free Lesbian Sex Story Sample

Happy Monday guys!  I have a  new sample to share with you today.  I had a really fun weekend! I got to check out HotMovies and watch some ‘inspiration’.  I have to admit, I’m a sucker for lesbian porn.  So on that note here is a little sample of one of my stories found in the Fantasy Files, Volume 1.  If you like it please buy my book from Amazon (for Kindle) or from Smashwords which offers any format – from Nook & Ereader to play text you can print and read!

“I know we weren’t supposed to bring up what happened last year, but is it ok if I ask you something?” I breathed.

“Sure,” she said.   “Well, have you ever thought about it again, about kissing another girl?”

She laughed and replied “Why, are you getting a little curious yourself?”

I paused for a moment, not expecting that response and said “Yeah, I am a little curious what it was like”.

Heather asked, “Would you like me to show you?” She leaned forward and started gently brushing her lips against my neck.

It spread goose bumps all over my body.  Her lips were so warm.  I turned my head to press my mouth up and intercept that kiss.  We started to kiss each other heatedly.  I reached my hand back to slide into her hair as her own fingertips were running up my ribcage to the swell of a breast.

I have never seen this side of Heather before.  She is a strikingly attractive girl but until now I never had sexual feelings for her or for any girl for that matter.  Kissing her felt so intoxicating… Fooling around with a man had never gotten me this hot before.  Her skin and lips were so soft, her touches tentative and seeking.  She was touching me with confidence, she knew what I would like because she knew what felt good to her.  There weren’t any fumbling gropes awkward touches that often accompany college guys.

It did not take long for Heather to pull my shirt over my head and shed her own.  She pulled me around and pressed her lips against my lace covered nipple.  Pulling it between her lips, fabric and all, Heather lightly sucked while tonguing the stiff tip.

In a husky whisper she asked, “Do you want to go further?”

She then explained, “After my first experience I have often wondered what I would have been like if I hadn’t stopped her.”  I let out a faint moan of “yes” to her question.

I pressed her back to crawl on top, running my tongue along her jaw, down her neck to her collar bone where I placed light fluttering kisses.  Trailing my lips down to her navel, I took her belly ring into my mouth and gave a gently tug with my teeth.  Heathers immediate gasp and undulation of her hips against me were all the permission needed.  Still playing with the ring , my hands trailed down to slide the boy shorts she wore from her hips.  I followed them down with my mouth until I was seated between her bare thighs.  Letting my hot breath skim the edges of her pussy I darted my tongue against her wet flesh.  Heather bucked and I used her momentum to place her thighs over my shoulders.  Delving down I sunk my tongue deep inside of her, only to have her scream and moan my name.  Heather rode my tongue feverishly as I licked and lapped at her.  When I moved up to take her straining clit between my lips and gave a firm suck, she exploded against me.  I drank in her orgasm, wringing every last cry from her.

Heather fell limply back against the couch panting heavily.  After bringing her such a powerful orgasm I was greedy to find my own release.  Peeling off my silky panties in a rush I began to vigorously masturbate.

Watching me closely Heather gave a throaty purr.  “Let me help with that,” she purred.  She then proceeded to get up and leave the room.   She came back from the kitchen moments later with a wicked grin, holding up a rather large cucumber from our earlier grocery trip.  My eyes widened with disbelief.  “What are you planning on doing with that?!” I blurted.

“Ssshhhh, just relax and enjoy the ride”.  Leaning back against the pillows I relinquished my body to Heather.  She placed the cucumber in her mouth to wet it before using it to rim the edges of my quivering pussy.  I could barely control the urge to raise my hips to it.  Slowly she began to press it into me.  I gasped, it was definitely larger than my last boyfriend….

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Are you an Exhibitionist?

I’ve never had the pleasure of having a exhibitionist experience, but I’ve always wanted to.  Whether it’s cutting lose at Mardi Gras and flashing my breasts or having sex on a boat deck within sight of the shoreline, I have so many fantasies from showing off to almost getting caught!

This is why I write. Being single I can’t always live out my fantasies but I can imagine them 100 different ways.

Here’s an excerpt from my story “Let the Good Times Roll” found only in my book, The Fantasy Files.

The next morning I woke up early and was ready to hit the streets and start partying! I couldn’t believe how many people were out drinking at 10 in the morning! It looked like a few of them hadn’t even gone to sleep the night before! We walked around the French Quarter and did some sightseeing, there was a decent amount of people milling about but it was rather tame.  Nothing like the wild stories of girls flashing that I had heard about from the guys in the past.  I have to say I was slightly disappointed.

After a thoroughly Creole lunch, crawfish and all, we headed back to the room to play cards and regroup for the night ahead.  When night fell we headed out and over to watch one of the big parades.  I had never seen anything like it! I was mesmerized by the lights, costumes and beads.  I coveted them like gold and tried to catch as many as I could.  The guys helped, and by the end of the parade I had a pretty nice assortment hanging around my neck.

The guys had started drinking beer a little earlier and I could tell they were finally starting to loosen up and let go of the apron strings.  I was not a beer drinker so Matt had gotten me a huge strawberry daiquiri which I sipped like a slurpee.  I got the “Kelly, don’t drink too much” and “Those are strong,  pace yourself” speeches.   I admit my tolerance wasn’t very high, but it tasted so good!

After the parade, we walked back to Bourbon Street.  Not only had the crowd grown enormous in the time we were gone, but it had gotten raucous as well.  The festivities were definitely under way! Patrick reached down, grabbed my hand and said, “Hey I want you to make sure to stick with us, no wondering off”.  “Yes Dad,” I smirked.

I was like a sponge… sucking up the sights, sounds, and smells.  Now that it was night things were a lot different.  People were a lot more intoxicated and inhibitions had gone by the wayside to say the least.  My own little buzz was kicking when I noticed there were people on balconies throwing beads.  More beads!! I had to have them!! It was then that I realized there was a small price to pay for those beads.  The women being tossed the glittering lovelies were brazenly flashing breasts.  Not just momentary glimpses, but ‘here get a good look and aren’t they amazing’ displays.  Feeling a jitter of nerves, I wasn’t sure I could pay the toll for my coveted beads.

I followed the guys through the crowd just soaking it all in.  It was even more exciting than my wildest imagination.  Some people were costumed, some drunk and passed out on the curb, others were making out in the middle of the street! I even passed one man peeing on the side of a building! This was wild.

“Hey lets go into this place” Patrick yelled over the crowd.  The bar had a second story balcony, and that is right where I wanted to go.  However, the guys got side tracked about 20 feet into the bar by a group of sorority girls from Alabama.  I hate sorority girls! I knew there was no budging them, so I let them know I was going on up to the balcony.  “Don’t leave this bar without us” was Patrick’s response.  Off I went!

The view from the balcony couldn’t be described.  You could see for several blocks in both directions, the crowd had grown into a living throng of writhing bodies.  I wasn’t on the balcony for more than a couple minutes and I heard yells of “Show your tits!”  Looking down I watched enrapt as a group of guys below started to point at me and chant “Show your tits!”

I felt a little embarrassed at first, the only guy who had seen my chest before had been my ex-boyfriend, the only guy I had ever had sex with.  Then a group of men below started throwing the most beautiful beads I had seen yet up at me.  These were much nicer than the smaller ones I had caught at the parade.  I don’t know if it was the beads, the alcohol, or a combination of both but, I let loose and gave them a quick flash….the crowd roared!

Wow! I thought.  I had never gotten that enthusiastic of a response from men before.   It really excited me.  Heat spiraled into my body pooling between my thighs, making me flush with excitement.  It was intoxicating to see that many men clamoring for a glimpse of my body.  Hearing their roar of approval once I gave them a taste, well… it was simply addictive.

At the exact moment I went to flash again, I felt a tug on my shirt from behind.  “What the hell are you doing!” Patrick yelled at me.  OMG I was so embarrassed! I hadn’t known the guys had walked up behind me as I was baring my breasts.  Patrick was really pissed.  I got a little defensive, and argued with him before storming back into the bar.

I pouted for all of an hour while listening to music and nursing a few more drinks.  I had the occasional guy come up and try to make small talk, but my mood had dissipated and I brushed them off.

Patrick finally came back over and apologized.  He told me I had caught him by surprise and he just overreacted.  He wasn’t going to tell my brother.  He also informed me that he and Kevin were going off with the girls from Alabama.  He said Matt was the odd man out and elected to watch me.  He didn’t say “watch” me, but that was the impression I got.  Matt got stuck with babysitting duties.

Patrick and Kevin departed with the girls from Alabama as Matt made his way over to me.  I could tell he was a little buzzed because he seemed really happy as his words slurred just a little.

“Hey, you!  It looks like it’s just you and me.  Want to head to another bar?  Or we can head back anytime you want, just let me know what you want to do.”

“Let’s head back,” I replied.  It was late by now and I was still a little piqued about the situation that had occurred with Patrick.

The walk back was insane.  The crowd surged and flowed, the street was packed, wall to wall people, making getting anywhere a real trial.  Matt walked up from behind me as we were pushing our way through.  He pressed his hands on my waist pulling me back close to him.  There was several times there where we had to stop and wait for people to ebb out of the way and I could feel him putting his chin on my shoulder.

It was nice being close to him.  I had always had a crush on Matt.  We had never touched playfully before, much less him being wrapped around me.

We made our way back into our hotel room, each taking a turn in the bathroom to shower the humidity and smell of the crowd away.  I changed into a comfy t-shirt and gym shorts and crawled onto the air mattress on the floor between their beds.  Matt came out in just a pair of shorts, I couldn’t help ogling his body.  I hadn’t seen him without a shirt in years, his broad chest and defined stomach made my mouth water.  He had obviously been working out and taking care of himself, Matt was like a well oiled machine and I so wanted to take him for a test drive.

Read the full story “Let the Good Times Roll” found only in my book, The Fantasy Files, available in every format for every device possible!

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Dental Hygienist Sex Story

Being a dental hygienist, I deal with a number of patients that get super nervous just walking into a dentist office.  It’s funny, with both men and women they seem to immediately relax when they see my face.  “Be gentle, I’m sensitive” the tell me. “Don’t poke around too much, just clean my teeth ok?” Yeah, sure….Scrubbing 5 years of plaque off your teeth won’t require ANY Elbow grease at all.  😉

I’ve learned to bring in relaxation techniques, offering an office ipod, having relaxing artwork for them to gaze upon, but nothing relaxes them more when I let my breasts brush the side of their head as I work.  A little ‘momma nurturing’ goes a long way.

I wasn’t that surprised when I came across a sex story about a dental hygienist.  I feel like I could have written this!

Randy knew as he sat in the dentists chair that he was going to be told he needed his teeth cleaned. Just the thought of it gave him the creeps. The last time Randy had his teeth cleaned the hygienist must have been a descendant of the Marquis De Sade. He was in pain for days afterward and promised himself never again. After the dentist finished his exam Randy’s worst fears came to fruition.

“Randy…you need those teeth deep cleaned…they’re a mess!”

“Ahhh, I’ll catch it when I have more time Doc…really.”

“You are on the verge of some serious gum disease, but if you want to lose your teeth….well, I warned you.”

Randy cringed when he heard that. “Look, the last time I had my teeth cleaned, that witch that did the work…well let’s just say it was the worst experience of my life. I was miserable for days afterward.”

The dentist placed his hand on Randy shoulder reassuring him and saying, “I understand, and she’s no longer here. I replaced her with Chelsey. Let me introduce you to her, she’s very thorough and professional.”

The dentist left to go get her as Randy waited still unsure that he wanted to chance it. Randy closed his eyes as he waited for her to come in, trying to think of a way out of it. As he rested the aroma of a very sweet perfume filled the room. He opened his eyes, and standing there was a very sexy redhead with a million dollar smile. More over she had the best set of tits he’d seen in a long time.

“Hi…were you taking a catnap?”

“Ahh kind of….so you’re the new hygienist?”

“Yes I am…I’m Chelsey.”

Randy took her hand in his as he stared at what must have been 36D’s at least. Her smock was tight, and halfway unzipped showing a lot of cleavage. He had a hard time not staring.

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Sex Story: Experimenting With Good Friends

Here is a short except from my story “Experimenting With Good Friends” from The Fantasy Files  ( Download it here for Kindle | Other devices )

 

“….I will never forget getting a call from Heather one Sunday afternoon in October.  I could tell something had happened since she was acting a little weird.  She told me that she’d had an unusual experience the night before.  At first I was thinking she had met a cute guy or she had gotten into some type of trouble, but to my surprise she said it was a sexual encounter she had with another girl in her dorm room.

Before getting into the details she asked me to please not say anything to our other friends.  Of course her secret was safe with me and she knew that, but I guess she felt better reasserting that request due to the gravity of what she was about to tell me.  She explained how she had a little get together in her room with her friends from the dorm.  There were drinking and just hanging out.  As the night went on all the other girls had left and went back to their room but one.

Heather explained that she had just met the girl and didn’t know much about her other than she seemed very friendly.  They were listening to music and talking when the other girl got up to get a drink and then sat down right next to Heather on the bed.  Moments later she leaned over and kissed her.  She was totally caught off guard and didn’t know how to respond, but continued to let her kiss her, she then started kissing her back.

“She put her soft lips against mine and had her hands around the back of my neck.  I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lips.  I parted my lips to let her tongue into my mouth.  After a couple moments I found myself kissing her just like I do with a guy,” she said.

I was captivated by her story and wasn’t saying anything, just letting her talk.  She paused and then said, “Next thing I knew she was kissing my neck and it felt so good.  I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what but it was turning me on.”

Heather said she eventually stopped her when the girl started moving her hands up her thighs and was about to press her hand between them.  She explained, “I am embarrassed to say it felt good, but I just met her and didn’t feel comfortable being intimate that way with someone I hardly knew.”

After that conversation was over we never brought it up again.  By the time Christmas arrived we both had boyfriends and Heather was back in town for a couple of days visiting her family.  Her boyfriend was with her so the 4 of us went out to dinner.  It was nice to hang out with her and to meet her new man.

That spring we didn’t talk as much.  I was busy working with a new job and trying to keep up with my studies.  Towards the end of the semester my parents gave me permission to invite some friends to our camp in Hilton Head for the weekend.  It was the first time my parents were allowing me to be there with just my friends and no adults.  There was one stipulation though, she said no boys!

I called Heather and she was excited to go.  I also called some of our other good friends from high school and invited them; it was going to be the first time our groups of friends were back together in over a year.  Everyone was excited about the weekend getaway and was counting the days.

I left that Friday morning and drove to the camp to get it cleaned up and ready for everyone to get there later that night.  Heather had just finished her last exam that day and was driving in straight from school.

Unfortunately, that afternoon there was a terrible thunderstorm in Savannah and it knocking down some trees and there was flooding in the area.  I received a call from Tricia saying that she and the other girls were going to have to wait until the next morning to head up due to the weather.  I called Heather and she told me the weather in Athens that day was fine and she would have no problems driving in.  I was thankful to not be stuck alone by myself out there all night.

Heather arrived about 9 pm.  We made strawberry daiquiris and watched Saw II which had just come out.  Those movies always scare the hell out of me.  It was actually nice, just the two of us eating popcorn and drinking daiquiris, all snuggled up on the sofa.  With every scary part of the movie my body would jolt up off the sofa.  By the time the movie was over we were practically clinging to each other under the covers.

When the movie ended we just sat there and talked.  I had that nice warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’ve been drinking but weren’t completely drunk.  We talked about the guys we were dating.  She was still seeing the same guy I met at Christmas, but I had recently broken up with my boy friend.  Then the conversation moved on to sex and we talked about the guys we had fooled around with during the previous year.

While we talked I asked her to brush my hair, something we always used to do for each other.  So she sat sideways on the sofa to open her legs so I could sit between them in front of her.  I leaned back up against her chest; it felt so comforting to be near her again.  We had been so close and I missed that connection.

As she was running her fingers through my hair, I started thinking about the experience she had with that girl in her dorm room.  I was picturing it all again in my mind, step by step as if I had been there watching it.  The images going through my head started to affect me.  I was swiftly becoming turned on.  I suddenly became aware of her breast up against my back and her thighs touching my side.   Arching my back so my ass softly touched her pelvis, I felt an instant tingle between my legs.

It had been quiet for a few moments.  The TV was off at this point along with most of the lights.

“I know we weren’t supposed to bring up what happened last year, but is it ok if I ask you something?” I breathed.

“Sure,” she said.   “Well, have you ever thought about it again, about kissing another girl?”

She laughed and replied “Why, are you getting a little curious yourself?”

I paused for a moment, not expecting that response and said “Yeah, I am a little curious what it was like”.

Heather asked, “Would you like me to show you?” She leaned forward and started gently brushing her lips against my neck.

It spread goose bumps all over my body.  Her lips were so warm.  I turned my head to press my mouth up and intercept that kiss.  We started to kiss each other heatedly.  I reached my hand back to slide into her hair as her own fingertips were running up my ribcage to the swell of a breast.

I have never seen this side of Heather before.  She is a strikingly attractive girl but until now I never had sexual feelings for her or for any girl for that matter.  Kissing her felt so intoxicating… Fooling around with a man had never gotten me this hot before.  Her skin and lips were so soft, her touches tentative and seeking.  She was touching me with confidence, she knew what I would like because she knew what felt good to her.  There weren’t any fumbling gropes awkward touches that often accompany college guys.

It did not take long for Heather to pull my shirt over my head and shed her own.  She pulled me around and pressed her lips against my lace covered nipple.  Pulling it between her lips, fabric and all, Heather lightly sucked while tonguing the stiff tip.

In a husky whisper she asked, “Do you want to go further?”

She then explained, “After my first experience I have often wondered what I would have been like if I hadn’t stopped her.”  I let out a faint moan of “yes” to her question….”

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