High Voltage/Lesbian

From Create Your Own Story

I wasn't in the mood to see any dicks, so I clicked on lesbian. I found a nice video that involved a brunette and a redhead. I turned the volume low on the computer, killed the lights in the room, kneeled on the bed, and sat on my feet.

The brunette was lying asleep on a bed, while the redhead was in the corner of the room. The redhead undressed and climbed into bed with the brunette. They began kissing. I slid my panties off, and let my fingers run in small circles over my clit.

Soon the brunette was no longer kissing the redhead on her lips. He mouth sunk lower: down her neck, on her breasts, her stomach, soon finding its resting place between her legs. The camera switched to a point of view shot over the redhead's shoulder. Her breasts heaved with every breath, but the brunette was staring straight into the camera. It was as if she was looking straight at me. My hands moved quicker as I imagined the brunette was in my bed, lapping at my pussy. I shut my eyes, trying to enter into the fantasy.

I glanced back at the screen. The two girls were now facing each other, and letting their hands explore each other. I flicked a small switch on the base of the vibrator and it began humming. I slowly inserted it into myself. I gasped as it began to tickle me from the inside. Both girls began moaning softly and I lowered the volume a little. I moved the vibrator between my legs quicker. The women on the screen were beautiful, but I was no longer sure if I wanted them, or wanted to be them. My own pleasure was intense. And building. The two girls on the screen and myself constituted a small little a capella group, all three of us moaning in delight, encouraging the others on. We all got louder at the same time. I smiled as throngs of excitement washed over me, and the other girls. They slowed down and started kissing each other. I was alone, with no one to kiss. I shut down the computer and turned off the vibrator. With the humming gone, the room was silent, save for my heavy breathing as I drifted off into sleep.


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