Girly Lust

Sapphic desire manifests itself
Back into my imagination
Stuck behind my desk all day
With my thoughts as my only company
They drift to the forbidden
Remembering my last girl adventure
I met her at a gay bar
And I grinded against her
As we played a game of pool
She looked at me
With the look I know so well
The one that means
That I am going home with her
And so, of course, I did
It rained all the way
Back to her beach house
I was soaked by the time
I reached her front door
Offering me a towel
She quickly hopped in the shower
While I sat on the couch
Plotting the perfect scenario
I didn't have long to think
She came out in a silk robe
I could see her smooth skin
Trying to escape her restraining garment
Inviting me to her bedroom
I followed without question
Dimming the lights
She motioned for me
To hop on the bed
She joined me
Wrapping my arms around her
I could smell her wet skin
And I craved it
The moment her lips touched mine
I knew it was right
My hand tracing her curves
I wanted nothing more
Than to see her without that robe
But she wanted to see me more
As she gingerly stripped me
Of my own attire
I was on my knees before her
Watching her admire my form
My cheeks becoming flushed
She pushed me back
Sliding my legs apart
Wanting to torture me
She started at my chest
Kissing and licking
Every inch of skin
Until she arrived
At my honey spot
And then she paused
While I thought I would faint
Finally, her tongue dove into me
Partly from surprise, mostly from pleasure,
A delighted squeal escaped my panting lips
And I began to tremble
Her tongue, darting in and out
While my orgasm grew closer and closer
Finally, the climax arrived
I sprinkled her face
With my feminine release
I craved to reciprocate the favor
But she said that morning sex would be so hot
Who am I to argue?