I want her
To have her.
I want her
The envy of him touching,
kissing and fucking
I want her
I can’t touch her
Hold her, smell her
I Need her.
I want her
First: Part ll
I knew today was going to be the day that I was going to have my first sexual experience with another girl. That girl being my best friend. We sat on the bed starring at each other. Starring became want and want became lust and lust became desire. With that awkward silence between us, she slowly began to moved closer to me on the bed. I felt as if my heart was going to pound out of my chest. A million things went through my mind. Before I knew it, our lips touched….
As much as I don’t want to admit it, I knew when I first met this girl, my soon to be best friend. I was instantly attracted to her. She was absolutely beautiful. Her eyes were sinful. Her smile was undeniably perfect. Don’t get me started on her body. MMM, those curves and that ass. I was in lust. Fuck love. From the moment I met her, I wanted to bed her. I knew that being with her sexually was impossible because she was married and to my knowledge she didn’t liked girls. For years, I dreamt about what I would do to her if I had just one night with her. I not only dreamt about it, I wrote about it. I fantasized about it. Finally I had my chance and I was scared.
Her lips slowly began to massage mine. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her on top of me. In that moment, she stopped kissing me. She looked at me and asked, “are you sure you want to do this?” I replied, “more than you know.” I pulled her down towards me and we began to kiss passionately as if we both wanted this for a long time. I was engulfed in her hair which smelled of candy. I lost all control. I ripped her shirt off and began to kiss her neck and rub her titties as she straddled me. Without warning, she pressed me down towards the bed and held me there. She didn’t say a thing. She took my shirt off, removed my bra and began to move down my body kissing every inch of it. Before I knew it, it happened. She slid my panties down and began to eat my pussy like an ice cream on a hot summers day. The pleasure I felt was indescribable. The more she ate, the louder I got. Her tongue went up and down, up and down my pussy. Her fingers were like magic. She licked them and shoved them into my pussy. In and up, in and up, in and up. Before I knew it, I had came.
That was my first experience with a girl. From that day on… Things were never the same between us.
First: Part l
We were best friends. We were girls, and there was a great amount of sexual tension between the both of us. I was nervous as hell, why wouldn’t I be? I’ve never had a sexual anything with another girl, let alone my best friend. As I sat on the bed starring at her, confused and anxious, I thought to myself, how did I get here. Everything felt so sinful, yet so right. As I took a step back and looked at my life. I wondered, How did I get to the point where I’m about to fuck my best friend.
It all started in the third grade. I had this big crush on this girl in my class. Her name was Kathryn. I still remember what she looked like. She had red curly hair and freckles with the most amazing smile. For some reason, I knew that me being a girl and having a school girl crush was wrong. So, I kept my feelings to myself and continued my silent fantasies about her. Never telling a soul. As I got older, I didn’t think much about me being attracted to girls because I was also attracted to guys. I dated a few guys, and my first love was a guy. I looked at it like I love life and everyone in it!
I knew that today was going to be the day that I was going to have my first sexual experience with another girl. That girl being my best friend.
To be continued…
I can’t stop thinking about her. The thoughts, the smell, the look of her. It’s impulsive you see. The image of her, her and me. I get excited when I see her, the things I want to do to her is blasphemous you see, but the thought of her will not leave me. I want to taste her. All of her. I need, the want to have her, but I know she’s promised. I know, I can’t have her you see. None of her, will ever be with me.
Just when I thought I’ve seen it all. Something more grotesque comes along. For privacy purposes, all names of the individuals involved in this story have been changed.
So, today while at work, I here my partner, officer clark say, Damn! Wanting to say damn myself, I stepped into the shower area to see what was going on. To my surprise, I see the unit nurse, nurse silver standing over prisoner wiser #234876 wearing a protective gown and a mask. She also had a pair of large metal scissors.
I was so startled by the way the nurse looked that I didn’t even bother to look at the prisoner she was standing over. When I finally looked at the prisoner she was standing over, I noticed that the prisoner’s hair was so matted and tangled that the first thought that came to mind was… Her hair looked like a brillo pad!
That’s not even the worst part! When the nurse started cutting her hair, the smell of mold was so strong I thought I was going to lose my lunch from yesterday!!! How in the hell can mold grow inside of someone’s hair!!! UGH! I still don’t know.
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