Chapter 2

Climbing in with her, washing Lisa’s back with my soft soapy hands, reaching around washing her breast with the hot soapy water, I tease with her hard soapy nipples, taking my time, as I let my fingers slide down slowly over her flat stomach through her soft blonde pubes to a soaking wet pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, washing, the soap so slippery, making love to each other, letting my wet soapy fingers play with with her little clit, rubbing softly. Inserting one then two fingers inside her, kissing passionately as she does the same things to my body. Slowly moving in and out, our desire growing with each thrust. Our soapy fingers making a slurping sound as our fingers thrust in then out. The hot water, the steam, lust, mixing to make a beautiful morning.

Tingling all over with sensory pleasures, legs spread and my right foot raised on the tube, hot water trickling down my ass crack sending shivers up my spine. We could do this for hours, teasing each other. Nearing a shattering orgasm, Moaning, pulling back, moving my hips to meet her soapy slick fingers plunging into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, our scents filling the bathroom. Slowly dropping my wet fingers down the crack of Lisa’s ass to her little brown flower rubbing my soapy fingers on her tight little asshole. Probing the entrance, gently, poking one wet finger inside her ass thrusting so deep, she lets out a sigh. Then out, then in, adding another wet soapy finger and a third driving hard pounding her ass, which she loves, deeper and deeper. Lisa’s rubbing my wet soapy swollen clit as the first waves of sheer pleasure start encompassing me.

The hot water, a bathroom full of hot steam, our own little sauna. The pain and pleasure, the depravity, of fucking her sweet ass. The dirty little blonde slut I love so much, as Lisa screams in delight as I drop to my knees for a taste.

Lisa is so wet my long tongue exploring her sweet insides. Curling, dancing, tasting her juices with my long tongue. Lisa grabbing my head, legs trembling. knees buckling, “YES! Cheri YES!”

Chapter Five-Making Love

After Lisa moved in life was perfect exploring with her was erotic, sensual, playful, and fun. Kissing me sweetly, then passionately, her long tongue dancing in my mouth. Our naked bodies coming together, hands, fingers, legs, cute little feet rubbing each other. Pussies humping, grinding together bringing the usual sexual arousal.

Intertwining in perfect delight, scissoring, Tribadism at it’s best, legs divided a pleasurable intersection with no stop sign in sight. Our wet clits colliding, rubbing, humping, grinding, moaning, ecstasy with a purpose. The art of two women making love so beautifully inclined. Sensory pleasures radiating out through our minds.

Sweet nectar flowing, fingers inside wet pussies, what an entertaining passion, a tasteful elixir. Two women on fire, the redhead and the blonde, split like scissors. Humping frantically, squeals, screams and moans, feelings building, tingling with pleasure.

Sucking her sweet toes into my mouth a wonderful sensory overload, a beautiful moment making wild passionate love with my gorgeous live in girlfriend. Clits colliding, rubbing, humping, faces distorted in splendid magnificent pleasure.

Speed increasing here comes our orgasmic delight. A great way to end a day in our king size bed humping franticly. Panting like wild animals, bodies grinding and shaking, squirting her juices, a beautiful orgasm for two.

I awakened in the morning still smelling of Lisa’s beautiful sex scent which reminded me of love and sex. Holding her in my arms she was breathing lightly on my breast so gorgeous, warm, my beautiful Lisa. I didn’t want to wake her I just wanted to watch her sleep a little longer.

Chapter Six-A Magic Time

The first few months living together were pure magic we ran the Lakeshore Trails every morning together. We worked out together at the gym playing heated games of squash. We lounged in the hot tub sipping white wine or sitting on the balcony. We went out to concerts, music festivals, dinner dancing life was perfect.

On Sundays we rarely got dressed just laying around on the sofa all day in our panties and tee shirts, making love, taking baths together, painting each others toenails it was heaven. She even came home with me for Thanksgiving telling my family she was just my roommate. We slept in my childhood room on that visit stifling our moans has orgasms shook our bodies laughing and giggling well into the night. I loved her very much but has time passed she changed slowly becoming controlling. But even then there were wonderful times together.

Resenting my long hours at work, she would be texting me constantly, she would get mad when we were out accusing me of all sorts of crazy things and the strange thing was I blamed my self for her behavior. I came to dread going home, heaven had become a living hell, I couldn’t do anything right. The first time she hit me I was frozen with shock why I didn’t fight back I don’t know. The second time she hit me it seemed natural thinking “She will calm down in a minute.” The beatings that followed became more frequent and more intense I came to feel isolated and trapped.

Chapter Seven-Our Last Night Together

On that awful last night after she had pushed me and hit me she forced me dragging by my long red hair into the bedroom. Ripping off my work cloths she bent me over the bed and spanked me on my cute little ass with a leather belt. ‘Whack!’ ‘Whack!’ My little body shuttered with each blow my ass erupting in pain trembling with each strike of the belt. Tears running down my face begging, pleading for her to stop. Lisa pulled me off the bed by my long red hair forcing me to my knees before her. “Kiss my feet” I did has instructed kissing her cute feet softly, licking them with my long tongue, she laughed, an evil laugh. calling me a dirty little slut, whore, liar. “Lick my ass slut” I followed instructions my ass still hurting and red from the whipping I had received. What happened to the woman I fell in love with, worst yet what had happen to me to let her treat me this way.

I licked her dirty asshole, my nostrils full of her ass smell, she made me probe inside it with my long tongue, laughing loudly, reaching up I stroked her clit hoping an orgasm would stop all this. I had let Lisa control me, given up, something need to change. After her orgasm shook her body she became a different person holding me softly, cuddling, but the abuse just ran through my brain this is not love I realized what friends had been telling me was true. I hardly slept anymore was scared all the time how did I let this happen to me.

I left while she still slept hurrying to my downtown office that morning I filed a police report and for an emergency restraining order which was served to her later that day. I stayed in a hotel downtown that night to make sure she was out. Returning home to my apartment the next day after work. I was free but the recovery would be a long one, the abuse I had suffered, the guilt for letting it happen would linger with me. I was a survivor and would find comfort in others like me in the months and years to come through support groups and counseling.

I started playing music and singing again, I had some risky sexual adventures, trying to reclaim my inner strength. I still have trouble sleeping sometimes a form of PTSD. I started writing erotic stories late at night I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them while one handed typing in the darkness of the night. Join me on a journey into the ancient primal dance of love, sex, playfulness, and fun. Exploring my body writhing in pleasure as my fingers explore and disappear inside my soaking wet pussy. My juices flowing, eyes transfixed on the computer screen pouring my heart out, waves of pleasure crashing over me. My fingers finding my breast pinching my delicate nipples caressing, squeezing, teasing, them. Bringing one of my breast to my mouth I tease with it flicking my long tongue over my erect nipple. Taking my time I let my fingers slide down slowly over my flat stomach through my soft red pubes to my waiting wet pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my clit. Inserting one then two fingers inside me slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out. I am skilled at the art of fucking myself through years and years of practice. Tingling all over, legs spread and up, knees bent, typing away, writing on my journey of exploration. Moaning as my now wet fingers plunge into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, my scent filling the room. Rubbing my swollen clit the first waves of sheer pleasure encompass me.

The sounds coming out of my mouth sometimes surprises me. Something primal taking over, losing all rational control, life is not perfect and neither is my stories, they are dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare. they are not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from emotion, desire, a longing, sexual desire, fun erotica, fantasy. My stories come spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I’m not looking for perfection in my writing, I’m simply purging my mind, looking for earth shattering orgasms. Life is short enjoy the ride.

I know my place in the world I’m a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid woman but here I’m a writer and a slut. Plunging my fingers in hard, deep ready to cum. I’m Cheryle “Cheri” an Irish Catholic, Attorney, Singer-Songwriter 30year old bi-sexual woman💋

Life’s secrets revealed. Thank you for reading my stories, I hope you realize you are not alone if your suffering, there is life after Lisa. A good life but part of me will always love her and remember her fondly.