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I Awake

I awake  the room is still dark  with the barest hints  of the morning sun  peeking through the window  I feel your arm  holding me against your body  protecting me from the dark  from the monsters  that plague my mind  fear, doubt, insecurity  all held at bay  by the aura of your love  my heart swells for you  you are my love  my life  your silken negligee  caresses my bare skin  as I snuggle against you  I cannot see your face  but I feel your smile  your arm tightens  holding me  comforting me  as I drift off asleep

Flaws

Perfection is easy to love. It takes no effort. Those who truly love you do so not in spite of your flaws. They love you because of them.

It's not

Love between two women is NOT porn!

Why?

Why are people opposed to same sex couples? Especially when it has nothing to do with them personally. I mean, is it really that horrible when two people are in love? Is it that incredibly harmful when people are true to themselves instead of living lies just to conform? Why is it when a man kisses a woman in public, no one bats an eyelash but if two women kiss, it's occasion to either turn away in disgust or film on your camera phone for sexual self gratification later? Or, even worse, two men! Truly an chance to grab stones!

How fortunate

I don't think that today's youth realizes how fortunate they are growing up in a time where the general public is as accepting as it is if they come out as homosexual.  Even a short a time as 20 years ago, it was so much harder to be true to your heart.  I am not saying that there aren't problems in society still with accepting those of us in the LGBT+ community but there has been so much progress in a relatively short time.

Mommy

This is my newest piece I've written :)

The tattoo on her ass read “MOMMY PLEASE SPANK ME!” in bold black letters. There was a lock enclosing them in the shape of a heart and the rest of her bottom was covered in fading bruises. Looking up, I blushed furiously when our eyes met. She was younger than me, probably in her early twenties and the pigtails only made her look younger still, like a little girl. She smiled cheekily at me and gave me a wink, causing me to avert my eyes. That’s when the other woman entered the locker room. Dressed in a conservative business suit, she walked up to the girl with a look of impatience on her made up face.

“Damn, girl!” she said, her accent placing her from New York. “What the hell is taking so long?”

The little girl, as I automatically thought of her, mumbled “Sorry Mommy.” and picked up the pace, peeling off the rest of her sweat soaked work out clothes and quickly donning a pair of black yoga shorts and white tee shirt which was cut off right below her small breasts. Since she hadn’t put on a bra, her hard little nipples poked out the front of the shirt obscenely. The older woman reached into her purse and removed a wide leather band. Stepping in front of the little girl, she placed the collar around her neck and I heard the click of a lock before the older woman stepped back. Her eyes met mine and, for a second, they seemed to bore right through me. I could feel the dominance in my soul when that happened and a shiver ran up my body. Then the little girl gathered her things and dutifully followed the woman out of the locker room, her head bowed in submission but with a small smile on her face.

The locker room was empty now except for me. I stood there for a moment, trying to take in what I’d just witnessed. Suddenly, a feeling of vulnerability washed over me and I quickly got changed, not even bothering to shower, before I grabbed my gym bag and walked briskly to my car. The cool night air caused me to shiver as I got behind the wheel and shut the door. Sitting there for a moment, my chest rose and fell as I took in several deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves.

I finally made it home to my apartment, poured myself a glass of wine, and sat there in the darkness, enjoying the silence. I tried to put what I’d seen at the gym out of my mind but it was no use. It wasn’t that I was a prude. Far from it. I’d had several lovers over the years, of both sexes. It was just the idea of a woman wanting someone to spank her that was throwing me off. I thought back when my parents would spank me and all I remembered was the pain of the smacks and humiliation of the spanking. Why anybody would want that was beyond my comprehension.

After a while of relaxing, my curiosity got the better of me and I walked over to my computer, booted it up and googled “spanking”. When all that got me was articles on the pros and cons of disciplining children, I added the word “lesbian” into the search. What came up was pictures galore of women getting spanked by other ladies, some with smiles on their faces, others with looks of pain as the hand of the usually older woman smacked the bared butt cheeks draped over her lap. My mind went back to the two women in the gym, the little girl with her brunette pig tails and petite body laying her naked form over the knees of the dominant blonde, screaming out in pain as the older woman, her big breasts jiggling as she kept smacking the barred ass. Then what? Hot sex? Making her stand in a corner? The little girl crying into her blanket?

Without even realizing it, I’d reached under my shorts and had started gently touching my pussy through my panties. I saw a video on the site I’d opened, clicked on it and soon the sound of loud smacks and cries of pain and sobbing filled my small living room. Quickly shucking off my shorts and underwear, I watched through glazed eyes the scene unfolding before me. In my mind’s eye, it was me draped over the woman’s lap. It was my face grimacing in pain with every blow. It was me being forced to suck and lick her pussy as tears fell down my face.

After rubbing myself off to a very satisfying orgasm, I clicked off the computer and finished up my night before heading to bed. I briefly wondered what the two women were doing at this moment but soon, sleep overtook me and erotic dreams filled my head.

The next day was Saturday and I had agreed to meet one of my friends for a lunch date. Groggily, I dragged myself out of bed and drank a cup of coffee before hitting the shower. On a whim, I shaved my legs, armpits and pussy smooth. For some reason, I took time with my makeup instead of just throwing on a face and wore my best silken panties and bra under my jeans and tee shirt. Feeling super sexy, I headed out to meet Deb for lunch.

The look on her face was priceless as I approached. Her eyes got big and a look of impressed wonder crossed her face before we hugged our hellos. “Wow!” Deb said as she sat down. “I didn’t realize that you were taking our lunch date so seriously.” I laughed as I took my seat.

“Well, you are such a gorgeous creature. I just had to compensate.” Deb got a shocked look for a second before she stuck her tongue out at me. We both shared a laugh before picking up our menus. Glancing over the menu, I studied my friend carefully. Her big green eyes were amazing and contrasted so well with her pale skin and black hair. Deb was about my height and a little heavier, though those extra pounds that she had over me gave her a bigger bust and curvier ass. We’d known each other since college and even fooled around a couple of times but nothing serious ever came about. The approach of the waiter snapped me out of my reverie and I quickly ordered my favorite dish. There was something that I was dying to ask Deb and I really didn’t know how to approach it.

“What is it, Lynn? You have that look.” I hesitated a moment before replying.

“Okay, you’re right. I have to ask you something a little personal.”

“You’ve sucked my pussy, girl. Can’t get more personal than that.” I blushed a little at her comment. Deb was always the wild one, willing to try new things. That’s why I knew if any of my friends could answer “yes” to my question, it would be her.

“Um, yeah. That’s true.” I said before taking a deep breath. “Okay, fine. Has Don ever spanked you?” I guess I should have waited until after she’d drank her water before asking. The spit take was pure movie gold.

“Do what?” Deb asked as she wiped her mouth off with a napkin. I told her about what I’d seen at the gym the night before and how it had plagued my mind since then, leaving out the part about me getting off to spanking porn on the computer. “And your asking me because…”

“Well, you would be the only one I know that could say yes.” I replied.

“True.” Deb acknowledged. She hesitated for a moment. “Yeah, Don’s spanked me a couple of times.” My eyes got big and I could feel my face getting flush. “It wasn’t anything really real. Just some smacks on the ass why he was doing me from behind.” I squirmed in my seat a little, imagining Deb’s reddened ass as she was plowed doggie style. “Why do you ask? Do you want Don to spank you too?” It was my turn to do a spit take.

“No! Of course not…” My protests trailed off at the sight of Deb giggling her butt off. I kicked her lightly under the table.

“Look.” Deb said, finally catching her breath. “Why don’t you ask this chick about it next time you see her in the gym?”

“Yeah, sure. That will be one hell of a conversation starter. “Excuse me, but I have to ask. What’s it like to be spanked by your mommy?””

“Okay, I wouldn’t put it that way. But it doesn’t sound like either one was trying very hard to hide anything. I mean, she’s the only one that can really answer you truthfully.”

“Maybe…”

“Unless you want me to ask Don.” I kicked her again.

It would be almost a month before I would get my chance to ask the little girl anything. I’d mulled the idea of taking Deb’s advice over in my head for a while and decided that I would ask the little girl what it was like to be spanked but every time that I went to the gym, she wasn’t there. I’d just about put it out of my mind until I went to shower and change after a great workout. Walking into the locker room, I spotted her. Her hair was done in two long braids this time and when she lowered her gym shorts, I could see fresh bruises on her ass. My mouth went dry at the sight and I started to shake a little with nervous energy. I approached her, clearing my throat a little so that she would know that I was walking her way.

Turing around, the little girl’s face lit up in a smile. “Hi!” she said cheerfully.

“Um…hi.” I replied. Oh God. How do I ask this?

“Lisa.” she said, sticking out her hand. I shook it, introducing myself.

“Um, Lisa. I have to ask if everything is alright. I couldn’t help but notice that your backside is covered in bruises.”

“Oh Lynn, that’s so sweet of you to be concerned.” Lisa’s voice was like that of a teenager. “Yes, everything is perfectly fine. My Mommy caught me pleasing myself to naughty pictures and she punished me. That’s all.” I blushed at her frankness. She was making it sound like the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh…okay.” I said, trying to come to grips with it. “I’m sorry I asked. I didn’t mean to pry or anything.”

“Oh no, you’re fine!” Lisa said, smiling. “You can ask me anything. That’s part of my Mommy’s and my relationship. I have to answer truthfully any questions asked. Is there anything else?”

“Well…” Still I hesitated for a second. “Okay, this has been bothering me since the first time I saw you and your mommy together. What’s it feel like to be spanked?”

“Well, it’s kinda hard to explain…” Lisa replied before a commanding voice with a New York accent interrupted.

“It’s more like something you have to experience.” I wheeled around and saw Lisa’s mommy standing there. She was dressed again like she’d just stepped out of an important board meeting. Her maroon dress suit was impeccable, her make up looked professionally done and her pumps must have cost a small fortune. “I was wondering what was taking you so long, girl.” she said, a commanding look on her face.

“Sorry Mommy but Lynn was asking me a question about my naughty bottom.”

“Um…sorry Miss.” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to pry but…”

“Hush.” she said to me and instantly, for some reason, I fell silent. A feeling had crept over me. It was like when my mommy had caught me trying to sneak a cookie before dinner. I hung my head at the sound of her heels clicking on the cement floor. “I believe you were asking my little one here a question.” she said, standing in front of me.

“Uh…” Suddenly my brain was scrambled.

“What was it?”

“I…I was just asking Lisa what it was like to be spanked, that’s all.” I finally replied, trying my best to sound like an adult woman instead of a petulant child. Mommy, as I started to think of her because, for some reason, I couldn’t ask this woman what her name was, reached out and lifted my head up by placing her finger under my chin until I was looking in her eyes. She removed her hand and then walked around me, studying me like a statue. Upon making a complete circle around me, she stopped, pulled a pen and a piece of paper out of her purse, wrote something down and, taking my hand in hers, put the folded up paper in my palm and closed my fingers around it.

“My baby girl is right, Lynn.” Mommy finally spoke. “A spanking can’t be described. It has to be felt. If you want to find out, follow those instructions. If not, it was nice to meet you.” I just stood there like an idiot as Mommy reached into her purse again, bringing out the collar which she locked it around Lisa’s neck and turned around, walking out of the room without even acknowledging me. Lisa, however, winked and blew me a kiss before following her Mommy out of the room.

I stood, transfixed to the spot, for about a minute after they left, trying my best to figure out what the hell just happened. Looking down in my hand, I unfolded the paper slowly, my fingers trembling. There was an address and the instructions to be there at seven o’clock tomorrow night. Then the words “NO PANTIES NO BRA” finished out the letter. I stared at the paper for a minute, conflicted. The rational part of my brain told me to just crumple the letter up, throw it away, get dressed, go home to an empty apartment, sit in the dark and drown my worries away with a bottle of wine. On the other hand, it was so…intriguing. I had an opportunity to try something new. An opportunity that might not come again.

All through getting changed, I held the paper in my hand. It was if I let it go, I would never pick it back up. Once home, I did sit there in the dark, drinking wine and replaying the scene over and over in my head. What the hell had happened? I literally stood there as a complete stranger walked around me, studying me like a horse she was thinking of buying. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Who was this bitch to just assume that I would show up? What made her think that she was worth my time? Why was I agonizing over the decision so much? Not coming up with any good answers just made me frustrated as well as angry, so, after a nice bubble bath where I shaved myself smooth again, I hopped into bed, still pouting.

The morning sun did not, unfortunately, bring with it any clarity to my dilemma. I hopped out of bed and started my activities for the day, trying desperately to not glance at my watch every five minutes like a thirteen year old about to go on her first date. Finally, I made up my mind around two o’clock. Taking out my phone from my purse, I pushed Deb’s number, nervously waiting for her to pick up while sipping Starbuck’s. “Hey Debbie, I need a favor.” I said when she picked up. After telling her that I had a date tonight that I was a little nervous about, she agreed to be my back up.

After that bit of drama, I finished shopping and headed home. It was almost five and the address that I’d been given was clear across town. I didn’t think that Mommy would take “traffic” as a suitable excuse for tardiness. After stripping off my clothes and showering, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror just looking at myself. How does one prepare one’s makeup for a spanking? I decided to go with a natural look, not wanting to cake on anything or go too plain. Donning a pair of black jeans and a dark red tee shirt, I slipped on my sandals, grabbed my purse, making sure my phone was fully charged, and left to go meet Mommy.

Arriving ten minutes early, I parked the car in the parking garage and just sat there for a few moments, steeling my resolve to see this through. Texting Deb “Made it” to which a reply of “GL” came back, I left the safety of my car and headed to the elevator that would take me to the correct floor of the apartment where the instructions had led me. I was currently walking in the parking garage of a huge high rise; the kind of place where upper middle management types lived to prove that they had made it up some imaginary ladder. I was kind of surprised that Mommy lived here. She gave me the impression of a mansion type. Then, as the elevator door binged and opened, the realization hit me. Mommy didn’t live here. This was her fuck space.

The door to room number 713 looked like every other door in the hallway. Nothing indicating what lay inside. For a moment, I wondered what the other doors were hiding. Then, after taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door as per the instructions. A few seconds later, Lisa opened the door, squealed in delight and gave me a big hug before taking my hand and practically dragging me inside.

“Ooooooh, I just knew you’d show up!” Lisa said in that teenaged voice of hers. I smiled as she led me into the room. “Want some water or something stronger?”

I nodded. “Water’s fine, thank you.” I decided to not drink alcohol tonight, wanting to keep my wits about me.

“That’s smart of you.” Mommy’s voice came from down the hallway. I turned to face her and was momentarily breathless. I’d known her body was nice even with the two times I’d seen her, she was wearing a business suit. But, as she approached me, the site of her in a pair of skin tight leather pants, a matching bustier and thigh high boots caused my knees to weaken. The slight smirk on her face let me know that she knew that her clothes were having the desired effect. She walked right up to me, raised her hand and lightly brushed my cheek with the back of her fingers. Closing my eyes at her touch, a shiver went through my body as, again, I just stood there, letting this stranger seemingly have her way with me.

“I’m glad you came, Lynn. Right on time, as well. That’s very good.” Mommy walked over to a high-backed, old fashioned chair that was sitting in the middle of the room. She beckoned me over and motioned to the leather loveseat that was in front of her.

I hurried over and sat down, placing my purse next to me. Accepting the glass from Lisa, I quickly drank it down, not realizing how thirsty I was. “Um…thank you…” I replied, trying to draw her name out.

“You may call me Mommy, just as Lisa does. My name is not important. Is that understood?” When I nodded, she continued. “Now, we both know why you are here, correct? No, I want to hear you say it.” she added after I nodded again.

“I am here for a spanking.” I said, trying to keep my voice strong.

“Good. Now, we are going to go over a few things first.” Lisa had sat down next to me, her leg pressed against mine. I could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating. “First, I am going to spank you ten times with my hand. If, at any time you wish for me to stop, say so and I will. Understand? No, say it.” she said again, this time a little more aggressively when again, I nodded in reply.

“Yes Mommy, I understand.” Lisa had taken hold of my hand and squeezed it, reassuring me.

“Whatever happens after the tenth blow is up to you. Now, I want you to text or call your back up and let her know that you will be contacting her in half an hour.”

“Yes Mommy.” I said as I reached into my purse. Then, I stopped. “Wait. How do you know I had a backup?” I asked nervously.

“My dear, only a fool would enter this situation without one. I am a pretty good judge of intelligence and you aren’t a fool. Therefore, please do as I’ve asked.” Breathing a sigh of relieve, I quickly sent a text to Deb letting her know I’d contact her in thirty minutes. A smiley emoji came back as the reply. “Done?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Fine. Now stand and strip.” It took a moment for the words to penetrate my brain. I knew that this command would come but still, it was a bit of a shock to hear it. “Please Lynn, time is ticking.” I nodded, rose and grasped the bottom of my shirt, pulling it off my body. Quickly removing my sandals, I undid the button of my jeans and less than gracefully squirmed out of them. A kind of perverse thrill went through my body as both women’s faces had a look of appreciation on them. I wasn’t well endowed as some of the women I knew but my 36Cs fit my body nicely.

Mommy held out her hand and I walked over. She grasped my hand in hers and pulled me down gently so my body draped over her legs. I placed my hands on the floor and closed my eyes, waiting for the first blow. Instead, I felt Mommy’s hand caressing my backside, feeling my smooth skin. This went on for a minute or two and I started to relax a little, enjoying her gentle touch. Then came the first blow.

The sharp sting left me momentarily breathless as I let out a squeak of surprise. It was quickly followed by a second slap on my other ass cheek. I reflexively clenched my ass muscles in anticipation for the third but instead, more gentle rubbing ensued.

When Mommy moved her hand away, my butt clenched again. Mommy waited until I relaxed my muscles before giving me four sharp slaps this time. These stung a lot and tears started forming in my eyes. But then, her rubbing my sore cheeks caused the burn to start feeling, well, not bad. I felt a tingle travel from my butt down to my vagina, causing me to squirm against Mommy’s legs. The next four spanks and subsequent caresses really turned me on and I could feel the wetness start to leak out of my pussy.

I flinched when Mommy removed her hand, waiting for the next blow, but it never came. Instead, Lisa walked over and helped me stand. Instantly, one hand went to my eyes to wipe away the tears and the other went to my bottom to rub away the sting.

“Spread your legs, Lynn.” came Mommy’s voice and I complied without even thinking. I gasped, then let out a moan, when I felt her run her fingers through the folds of my pussy. When she removed her hand, I looked down and saw that her fingers were glistening with my juices. “Hmmmm…” Mommy said, looking at her hand and then at my hairless vagina. “It looks like someone enjoyed herself. Did you like it?” I couldn’t speak at that moment so I nodded, even though I knew that she wanted me to say it. Mommy obviously knew the state I was in and didn’t press it. “Would you like for me to continue, Lynn?” After a moment, I gave another nod. Mommy grasped my hand again and pulled me back over her lap.

The smacks this time echoed like thunder in my ears. The stinging pain was greater this time but the heat was transferred directly to my pussy. With each blow, I could feel the stirrings of an orgasm draw nearer. There was no soft caresses this go around, just more smacks on my already sore bottom. I began to cry in earnest even as my body betrayed me, becoming more aroused with each blow.

Lisa had knelt in front of me, taking my face in her hands and kissing me hard on the lips. At that moment when she kissed me, Mommy stopped spanking me and shoved two of her well manicured fingers deep inside my sopping wet pussy. She curled her fingers, tickling my g spot, and began to pump her hand hard. I opened my mouth, allowing Lisa to slide her tongue past my lips. That’s when Mommy brought her free hand down hard onto my red bottom. I screamed into Lisa’s mouth as the orgasm ripped through my body, causing me to spray my fluids all over Mommy’s leather pants. Her fingers continued to slam into me, causing another orgasmic wave to crash. It was all too much for me; the pain of the spankings, the pleasure of Mommy’s fingers, the urgent tenderness of Lisa’s kiss. I began to sob right there on Mommy’s lap. It was a cleansing cry though, not of sadness but of release.

I fell off of Mommy’s legs, kneeling on the floor. Lisa broke the kiss and held me tightly against her body. I hugged her back, clutching to her as a if she was a life preserver, as my body continued to be wracked by sobs.

After a couple of minutes, I calmed down enough to let Lisa go. She ran and retrieved some tissues for me which I gratefully accepted. Drying my eyes and wiping my nose, I felt Mommy’s hand begin to rub my head, calming me down even more. “My dear, you need to let your friend know that you are safe, okay?” I nodded again and got my phone from my purse, text Deb that everything was cool. A thumbs up was her reply.

Lisa then laid me face down onto the soft carpet and began to rub lotion onto my sore ass. I flinched at first but soon, the sting lessened a lot. Mommy sat on her wooden throne, her legs crossed as her little girl tended to my body. After about five minutes passed, Lisa stopped rubbing me and helped me to rise to my knees at Mommy’s feet. I kept my head bowed, looking at her boots. A sudden, almost overwhelming urge came over me right then to bend down and start running my tongue over the patent leather but I stayed kneeling.

“Well, little Lynn, did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes Mommy, I did.”

“Would you like to experience this again?”

“Yes Mommy, I would.”

“Fine. I am going to make you an offer. I do not want you to answer it right now. I want you to think long and hard about it.” I knelt there, at Mommy’s feet, patiently waiting for her to speak again. “I did some checking and found out that you are a very capable assistant. Is that true?” I was surprised to hear that Mommy had checked up on me, wondering how she had learned my name.

“Yes Mommy, it is true.”

“Fine. I am in need of a personal assistant. The pay will be very good and I am willing to move you from your current residence as well as take care of your needs. In return, I expect to be able to take certain…liberties with your body. Also, I think that Lisa is very fond of you and would like a sister. Do you understand what I am offering?”

I held my breath, not believing my ears. It was almost too good to be true. “Yes Mommy, I understand.” I replied finally.

“Good, I will draw up a contract spelling out exactly what all your duties to me will be. I want you to peruse it thoroughly before signing it and I am serious when I say to please think about it. I don’t want your decision to be made in haste. You may go now. Lisa, please be a dear and walk Lynn to her car.”

I nodded again and rose to my feet. Getting dressed, I cursed silently as the rough fabric of my jeans rubbed against my sore ass. As Lisa and I left the apartment together, I took her hand in mine. We walked down to the elevator and to my car like that, hand in hand. It felt good, to be honest. When we arrived at my car, Lisa pulled me close and wrapped her arms around my neck, passionately kissing me on the lips. I kissed her back, our tongues wrestling for dominance. Pulling back, I stared into her baby blue eyes for a moment. Then I backed away and opened the car door.

Right before I got in, Lisa handed me a burner phone. “Mommy will text you a copy of the contract to this phone. Please think about it, Lynn. I really would love a sister.” Smiling, she kissed me again before turning around and walking off. I watched her leave, my eyes firmly glued to her firm ass tightly packed in her shorts. Getting in my car, I drove home, squirming all the while, trying to get comfortable.

Just wondering...

If I should post my stories on this site.  What does everybody think?

Things I like...

Breasts, pussies, long legs, kissable lips....Women!  I LOVE WOMEN!!!  All shapes, all sizes, all ethnicities.  It don't matter to me.  A woman is the most beautiful of God's creations.  No one will convince me otherwise.

Clothes or no clothes

Are women sexier with clothes on or clothes off?

Fully clothed

One of the things that I love the most is when my wife Rachel pulls me into her arms and kisses me when she is fully clothed and I am naked.  Not only do I feel the love in the kiss but also I feel the dominance that she has over me.  Instant weakening of the knees and tingles all over.