4-26-07

I kissed a Girl

Lips that soft can only belong to a woman.

Hers had a little "edge" to them too. (G. had said she was a Tough Domme)

We were both Blonde, both Pagan, both Domme but would switch to One.

When G. suggested she thank me for making the call that brought him there tonight, she came to me with open arms and open lips. And we embraced and the room spun and there was nothing but the wet softness of her lips and the warm fuzzy yellow sweater that hid her supple breasts. We paused for a moment and she and G. commented on my state---how lovely I was when excited with the blushing etc. Then we went back to it--and soon we were feeling each other's bodies, breasts and bottoms---touching and kissing like there was no tomorrow.

For there wasn't. Mistress S. was on her way back to Kentucky.

So much more that could have been explored in that Pretty Mirror. Oh well, there is lots of Time.