____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o COMMIN' HOME (F-cerimony) Written 1995 for Euro-Sappho by Indina Beuche Where am I? She asked herself, directing her finger to touch her belly- the best way to find out, whether she was dreaming.... No, her belly was warm, feeling like a well-fed-belly should feel like. But what's that? This *strange* new feeling? Her body pulsates. A bright Hummmmmmmmmmmmmming from the very deep center of herself. Or was it the soundof the air? Humid, hot, tropical, spicy air? Opening her eyes she realized, her body had changed. How she had changed! No more stiff Levis 501 to keep her butchy image alive. No more 300$-bison-leather-top. No more clothes anyway - strange... She was free - her body touched only by a whirl of rainbow- coloured soft feathers. Nicely arranged around her hips. And how she was melting! Sweating! All her pores opened to swallow the humidity and the pulse of spicy air. Where the hell did she finally land...? Mon amour! Africa!! Afrique!!! *MOTHERLAND* - the ORIGN. Center of spirit. Center of lust. Center of joy... Yoni center : ) Like enlightened by an electric shock she realized where she was dropped to - it felt like coming home after an endless journey. Her long trip to the desperate sides of human-life was over. Her trip to shelter and support the worldwide dyke-sister-community from getting mad in that man-monsters-ruled world finally ended - she was back home! The drumming... the pulse of rhythm coming closer - and closer - DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUUB DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUUB Her worshipping-sisters came closer. She couldn't see much - a big cloud of dust covered the sweaty bodies of dancing women. Stumping their feet into the soil of the holy land. They were dancing the global rhythm. Shaking their boobs as if there's no tomorrow. Goddess - she remembered! - It was the fifth of October - the day for the YONY-RITUAL! How could she forget this central date of her community! Her body got into the rhythm. So easily invited by the power of the drums. She was melting. Dripping sweat. Rivers of sweat longing to drown in the ocean of love. It took her a second to be in the middle of the group of priestesses. They were dancing close to each other. Very close! Holding each other... very close! Touching each other...so passionate. Giggling and Teasing. Shoulder to shoulder, her breasts whipping, pulsating...trembling hips. Turns and turns of sweaty bodies - round and round - the whole world went in circles. She was part of the ritual. She came home. No doubt. And she was going to celebrate the LUST. Her Yoni starts to breath...longing to get wild... Her eyes are shiny like the stars of universe. Her hips move round and round now. Sharing the same rhythm, same pulse with the others - slowly circling her pelvis, she can feel the heat of her closest two partners. The drumbeat gets stronger now, the rhythm gets faster. Fireballs explode between her legs. She tastes the sweat of her two sisters, who press their trembling tits against hers. The most delicious spice of love. Nipples precious like diamonds. But so much softer... Women moving in circles. Getting closer and closer. Now she openes her mouth to drink from their lips. Lips so juicy like swallen ripe cherries. Peach skin. Lipstick lips and 'au naturelle'-lips. Wanting to drink from the essence of lust her tongue starts a sensual trip, exploring her partners faces, finding opened lips and smooth sensitive tongues. Three women longing for each other, longing to satisfy their lust. Closer and closer... Shocking thrills! Exploding waves of passion. Wet tongues licking each other. So passionate...Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper..... Longing for more, they sink down together. Still moving their hips in never ending circles. She opens her mind. Opens her legs to expose her beloved Yoni. Her melting flower, kissed by a swollen pearl - right in the center of life. She knew now - she came back home to enjoy the pleasure - pure ecstasy. Ready to fill her glowing body with the lust of endless lasting love. Vanilla and chocolate chips - tacos with hot pepper - ladyfingers....everything she had been longing for since *ages*..... Her swollen clit arouses more and more - softly teasing the pearl of her closest lover, who places her center of joy just in front of hers. And it's still getting hotter... Dripping sweat, hips pressed to hips. Circling pearls, moving faster and faster.... breathing together ...Aahhhhh - deeper and deeper and deeeeep... Ecstasy.... waves of satisfied lust are electrifying the whole atmosphere. Sweaty bodies rolling in the sand, sticky and wet from the humidity of love. The air is filled with the juicy smell of women making love... The rhythm of drums cools down a bit now. Having enjoyed and satisfied their strongest longing for each other, it was now time to relax and prepare themselves for the main act. The cosmic orgasm. The kiss of the YONI-GODDESS.... A pleasant breeze of cooler air whispered over their sweaty bodies now... She took a chance to look around... What a *long* time she'd been away from home! But now... here she was again! - part of the holy community. Part of the heat and the spicy scent of intensity. Goddess, how hard she had worked - out there - for her dyke-sisters struggling in a running-mad world. Yes, it was time to take a deep breath and refill her energy...so she did. Looking around, still so close to her two lovers, she realized that they were about 35 women - some single, some couples, some in larger groups. Preferences are preferences... :-) The ritual-compound was placed right in the center of their village. Few of the old holy baobab trees gave enough shelter from the hot midday sun. She smiled when she realized that the largest group of priestesses was formed around that blondie - what was her name in the other world again??? Marilyn... yeahh, that lovely sister who always loved to incarnate as a perfect femme...100%. Yes, Marilyn knew how to get her attention. Just now she giggled something into darling Ava's ear, adding a tender bite. Suddenly the rhythm changed. Sharp quick whirls beaten on the talking drums announcing the appearance of two youngster-dykes. Two heroines, fresh from their initiation coming out of the holy forest, where they spend the last three weeks. - (Without euro-sappho!) - Their faces are full of pride of their own beauty and their new wisdom and a bit shy 'cos it was their first event for the community. And here *SHE* came - carried in a wooden shrine, held carefully like a jewel by the two baby-priestess-dykes...who came closer to the group and leaded the holy sculpture of our goddess to the center of the ritual-compound. But look now! This fire ... and lightning!! How the sky changes it's colours! The slight breeze changes to a strong windblow while the sculpture gets respectfully placed on an old baobab-stub, low enough to allow a perfect view to the beauty of the figure. Big breasts and well developed hips, arms with opened hands showing to the sky. And her Yoni... The pure beauty! Her opened lips coloured in a warm red, surrounded by shiny sea-shells. Immediately the relaxation was gone! - No more giggling and nibbling each others ears. Here *SHE* was, the wisest of the wise, the most powerful spirit of this beloved dykes' world. Tikkatatikkata diggidi diggidi Tikkatatikkata diggidi digdig Tikkatatikkata diggidi diggidi Tikkatatikkata diggidi digdig the stickdrums are going crazy now - the rhythm gets faster and faster. Just one second and all woman get involved with the rising of another - BIGGER heatwave. Caused by their own power and now tuned up, 'cos *SHE* was there! No! No escape - The TRANCE throws her fellows into the ocean of lust *again*. And look at the joy in our faces! She feels the heat now - stronger than ever before - get up and dance! Move to the rhythm! Cry your cry and cry it looouuud! Scream your scream and laugh your stress away - FREE YOURSELF! Hips pressed to hips, arms wrapped around legs, hips, breasts, faces, thoughts...all seems to be connected and focussed to one main aim: Worshipping the center of lust, celebrating the YONI-POWER! She closes her eyes, wanting to feel the crazyness of that electrifying woman that danced next to her. She'd seen her before, just couldn't remember, where....Doesn't matter now, her body reacted straight - *This* woman... she didn't even touch her, but already longed to taste the spice of her glowing skin. And how she was glowing! Opening her eyes she nearly got shocked of the warm and open smile that her lover send to her. Looking straight into her own eyes. And these dark brown eyes come closer now, her cheek softly touches her lips... - what a thrill! "Ohhh darling" her lover whispers with her warm and cozy voice... "how did I long for your return... you've been away for years, honey. I feared so much - I feared that you might have got lost in that other world, while falling for a hetera... suffering a lot of pain... being lost for *our* love". "Don't you worry, darling! " - Tears running from her eyes... she remembers now, all those painful nights, all her confusion - so often she lost her path during her stay in the rough society. Now everything was so easy. She was really free again. Longing to celebrate her return.! She bumped her belly against her lovers hips. Holding her face in her hands, her tongue wanted to travel deep into the sea of her lovers glowing body. And she met her opened soft-cherry-lips... Their tongues melting together so softly... Turning in circles of deep passion. Her hand left a perfect smooth-formed round belly to travel downwards - slowly and softly slipping and gliding on the sweat of her body, circling the curves of her hips, wandering to explore her landscape and share the thrills of fire. Both are burning now - there's nothing else than pure longing and melting. Holding each other so tight, their bodies glide down in perfect harmony. Comfortably placed on a piece of indigo-cloth her tongue explores the depth of her lovers navel. Sucking a little drop in that cute valley she longs for even more. Search and you'll find... A deep sighhh accompanies her next stop. "Ohh...my sweet darling!... You do me so goood... drivin' me wild!!" She was still getting hotter - ohhh, what a lovely shiny pearl... exposed in her swollen beauty, ready to receive her tender tongue's language. Circling around her lovers hottest spot, she feels her own flower burning like fire. Flames of lust flushing two bodies... Her tongue glides deeper, invited of the liquid lust of her open valley. She tickles her lovers glowing pearl, licking her fruit, circling faster and faster...wanting to drive her crazy, doesn't stop the wilderness of her tongue, circling and circling.... flooded of her juice of lust and .......ahhhh, daaarling, so deeep, so stroooong.... fire flashes! Thunder! Explosions! And Lightning! --- Look at our goddess!! *She*'s glowing like fire! --- --- *She*'s riding the wave! --- --- *SHE* IS SENDING HER ARROW!!!! --- Meanwhile, somewhere in another world..... ....Forwarded message from the french tv channel TV 5: Notre president, monsieur le Jacques Chirac, et mort d'une accident sur la rue cet soir. On ne sait pas comment, mais la police a trouvé une fleche dans son coeur. On ne sait rien, mais une jeune fille a racontrée qu'elle a vu une lumiere très magique...