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Greetings from the Shadows dear reader!!  Once again, here is another
post from what passe for my mind.  All standard disclaimers apply.

If you are under 18 or live in a community where adult material is not
wanted, do not read this!!  Post and/or archive this freely, so long
as 1)  all due credit is given to the author and 2)you don't make a
profit off of my work.

This is my first attempt at a purely lesbian story.  It's part of my
continuing experiment to delve deeper into to female aspect of
stories, particularly... lesbian sex.  I am greatly looking forward to
any and all response to my first attempt, and would like feedback.
dez187lm@hotmail.com is the address to drop your line.

One special note:  I would like women who have had a lesbian
experience to help me out on this one.  If you have read my post to
ASSD, then you are familiar with what I am shooting for.  Like any
true marksman, I am going to take several shots in order to gague how
accurate and precise I am, and would greatly appreciate any and all
points of reference, comments and.or critical words.  I want to only
b=get better as I continue to write.

But enough.  I am stepping off of my soapbox and leave you, the
reader, to decide.  May the winds blow fair and true, dear reader!!




Coins: Cheryl:  Two Times By:  H.D. Meister





I really enjoy walking through the mall on a Friday night.  Why?  I
like seeing the growing wolf cubs practice their time honored craft.

I laugh as they watch me walk by, judging me like I'm a side of beef.
A few have even tried their lines.  None have worked, and none ever
will.  I am a lesbian.  I'm also black.

I remember clearly the first time I had sex.  It was not exactly what
I had expected it to be, but it was not a disappointment.  He was a
skilled lover, and I really liked it.  Yet I felt that something was
not quite right.  Oh, I liked the feel of his thickness as it soothed
the itch between my thighs with its constant in and out technique, but
I just knew that this was not what I wanted from sex.  The night I
slept with a woman, I knew that this was what I wanted.

I Don't know what it was.  Maybe it was her soft skin that I was
missing.  Perhaps it was the gentle way her tongue played with my
clit.  I don't know, and really don't give it much thought now.  All I
know is that I would rather have sex with a woman that with a man.

Although I will say one thing for men:  they know how to fuck.  I wore
a strap on dildo for the first time just yesterday.  I don't remember
her name;  too much alcohol will do that.  It happened at a party that
a good friend of mine decided to throw.

I wandered up to the bathroom,  Luck was with me;  no one was in line.
I entered and let fly about three beers when I heard the soft maoning
coming from the room next door.  When I had finished, I decided to
peek in, hoping to catch a glimpse of some wannabe stud fucking some
boozed up party chick.  Guess I got disappointed.  The boozed up chick
was there, but she was being fucked by a woman wearing a black strap
on which held an equally black latex dildo.

I remember asking them If I could join in, and knew right away that I
would not be rejected.  Both of them were white, and I'm fairly
certain that they have dreamt of sleeping with a black woman.  The one
with the strap on pulled the dildo from her partner and walked over to
me.  I entered the room and took hold of the dildo.  It was cold,
unlike the thick warmth of my first lover's manhood.

The next thing I remember is the tangy taste of a blonde bush on my
lips, and the constant thunder as I was fucked by my first strap on.
I remember thinking how wonderful it felt, and how decidely spicy the
blonde tasted.  I tried to give as good as I got, not wanting them to
feel left out of the action.  I came hard, and often.  When it became
my turn to try thr strap on, I took a moment to look at myself.

I like to think that I'm an attractive woman.  5'8" tall, with a body
by workouts-are-us.  Watching that latex dildo bouce from my crotch
was... obscene.  And very thrilling.  The first to feel it was the
woman who wore it first.  I had to get used to having something bounce
from down there, and I'm sure it wasn't the best for her.  But I
enjoyed it, and gained an appreciation for what men have to go
through..  Ok... so I don't know what it feels like to "blow a load,"
but I did have the satisfaction of having my clit thumped and
scratched with every thrust.  It wasn't enough to bring about an
orgasm, but it kept me horny as hell.  When I moved to the blonde, I
wanted noting more than to fuck her brunette.  That's when she kindly
said that I was "in the wrong hole.

Now I know the difference between a sex soaked love nest and an
asshole, but checked anyway.  The dildo was firmly within her nest.  I
blame the alcochol for my lack of immediate understanding.  When I
finally got the meaning, I was not too sure of myself.  That didn't
stop me from granting her request.  I remember taking care, and
wondering what a man would feel.  The other woman decided to help me
along by sliding her tongue up my own asshole as I pilaged her
partner.  I don't remember too much after that.  it all gets muddles
is the haze of too much beer and one thundering orgasm after another.

My only regret was the beer.  I would have loved to be able to
remember the sheer pleasure of fucking a woamn with a strap on.
Living in the South has basically confined my search for one to
skulking the internet for a reliable supplier of such devices.  Yet I
can honestly say that I now know that I am truly a lesbian.  it's not
that I find men unattractive;  i find women more attractive.  I like
feeling the softness of a woman's body against mine.  Their scent is
softer, even after they have been sweating for some time. To me, it's
just plain more.... pleasing.

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