Sapphic Erotica
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I was at home, lounging on the sofa, reading. It was storming, rain pelting down. I was contemplating going to bed when I was startled by a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and I couldn't believe my eyes. I opened the door and Tammy stood on the threshold. She was soaking wet.
"What in the world—" I began. Then she burst out crying.
I pulled her in and looked at her. There was something about her face. It was dark looking, smudgy and streaky on one side. Then I realized what it was. There were ugly bruises on her face—a big yellowish purple one on her cheek and a grayish brown one under her eye.
"Okay, first things first," I said. "Come here and I'll get you into something dry. You're soaked." I led her to the bathroom. "Now, don't move," I said. "I'll get you a robe." I went to the bedroom, got a bathrobe, came back and gave it to her. "Okay, there's a towel there, take off your wet clothes, dry off, and put on this robe."
I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of brandy and then went back to the living room and sat on the sofa.
Tammy came out of the bathroom wearing my bathrobe. She patted her damp hair as she walked toward me.
"Come here," I said, "sit down here beside me and sip this. It'll warm you up."
She sat down and took a long slow sip of the brandy.
"Now, tell me what happened."
She looked at me and faintly smiled. "Umm, it only hurts when I smile." She lightly stroked her cheek. "I looked in the medicine cabinet, got some ointment, put it on. The whole side of my face is bruised, I believe."
"Your cheek and under your eye. What happened?"
"My car broke down about a quarter-mile from here. Would you believe it? I hiked on to here. Unfortunately, it's raining pretty hard, so I got soaked."
"And what about the bruises? How'd you get them?"
She took another long sip of the brandy. "Umm, this is good. I can feel it all the way in my tummy. It's warming me up." She sighed. "Okay, here's what happened. Paul and I got into an argument and he ended up bashing me. I left him. I ran out, got into the car and drove around in the rain for a while aimlessly, then I thought of you, and so, here I am."
I examined her face. "Bashing is the right word. Looks as if he hit you with his fist." She nodded and drained her glass. "I'll get you another." I went to the kitchen and brought the brandy bottle back and set it on the coffee table. "Help yourself."
She poured another glass.
"Tell me something, Tammy. Is this the first time your husband's hit you?"
She took a swig of brandy and wagged her head. "No. He's hit me before. I guess I've hidden it pretty well. The other night when I called you, he let me have it. He punched me out." She shook her head and breathed out raggedly. "But this time ... this time I split from him. I've left him for good. He'll never beat me up again. Never." She took another big swig. She wagged her head and tears welled in her eyes.
I put my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled up to me and cried. I stroked her cheek with mine and softly caressed her waist.
Tears still fell from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. I kissed them away. I looked down at her and a warm fizzy feeling ran through my breasts.
Tammy was twenty-two, the same age as me. She had medium-length curly light brown hair, deep brown eyes and a tawny complexion. She was big-boned and full-bodied, not chubby, just firm with a full body. She was really quite pretty.
I felt her cheek and neck growing warm. I felt her warm breath in my ear.
I looked down at the bathrobe she wore. The top of it was loose and spread out. I could see part of her breasts. I felt the warmth growing within me, running from my breasts down to my tummy to my cunny.
I caressed her cheek with mine and brushed my lips down on her neck and back up to her cheek. I moved my hand to her tummy and softly stroked it through the robe.
Her cheek and neck were almost hot now, and she breathed out heavily. I felt my heart beating faster.
I ran my lips over her cheek and neck, and then I slowly moved my hand up to the top of the robe, and then down to her breast. I brushed my hand around the mound, and then I palmed it and began stroking. I caressed it with the palm of my hand and rubbed the nipple with my thumb.
I felt her breasts growing warmer by the second. Her nipples were rigid and stuck up firm like pellets.
She moved her head around, stroking my cheek with hers. Her breath was almost hot now.
I briskly rubbed the breast. I could feel it swelling and growing hot. I went to the other mound and stroked it.
"Umm—ohh," she breathed out huskily.
I dipped my head and ran my mouth over the breast, and then I circled in and concentrated on licking the nipple and sucking the nub.
I undid the bathrobe and exposed her breasts. Her titties were the size and shape of coconuts. I went from one to the other, licking and sucking them.
"Ahh—umm," she breathed out hotly. She placed her hands on my head and brushed them around my neck and cheeks.
I spread the bathrobe open. She was completely naked underneath.
I gently pulled her down onto the sofa and undid my robe and slid atop her.
I slowly rubbed my body on hers, brushing my breasts upon hers and stroking her flanks. She wrapped her arms around me and began moving her body under mine.
I slid down, running and sliding my tongue down to her navel, on down to between her thighs. I spread her legs and drew them back. Her yoni-slit was surrounded by light brown frizzy hair. I grasped her hips and sank my face down on her vulva. I brushed my lips up and down the slit and blew hotly on it. She groaned and clasped the back of my head.
I slid my tongue slowly into her quim. "Ohh, ahh," she crooned and moved her pelvis up.
I swirled and flicked and jammed my tongue in her yoni. She tasted so good—like musky cinnamon.
"Ooh, ahh, umm," she breathed out, and began rotating her vulva, pressing it upon my mouth.
I slid my mouth up and down and around her clit, licking the bud, and then I began sucking it with my lips.
She gasped and mashed her yoni upon my face and clutched my head.
Without missing a lick, I moved my body, scooting it around, spreading my legs, straddling her head. I lowered myself down on her face.
I felt the tip of her tongue touch my slit, and then she slid it in.
A shaft of wet fire stabbed up my cunny, all the way to my breasts. My heart thudded.
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