1. Cruel Wednesdays


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    “...do you feel it in your pussy?” My breath hitched once more. And now that she had asked about it, I did feel it. Every soft stroke of her fingertips found its echo in a warm, fluttering, utterly delicious feeling between my thighs. “Yes,” I whispered, “oh god, yes!” She had me. There was no pretending, no denying. And she set out for the kill. “Have you ever made love to another woman?” “No,” I whispered, barely audible, and my mind began to flood me with images of her perfect breasts, her lean legs, her soft skin. I wondered what color her nipples were, and I yearned to see every little detail of her body and worship it. I almost missed her next words. “Perfect,” she whispered, and she rolled the word over her tongue like a piece of the most delicious chocolate. “You know,” she told me, leaning slightly back, yet without letting go of my hand, and grinned once more, “I just love games. How about raising the stakes? Let’s say… you can either ask your four questions and I’ll answer them, and then I’ll leave. Or…” She looked me deep into the eyes, her own big and enchanting, “I’ll take you home with me, and the rules change to no questions at all.” My breath started flying. The idea of not seeing her again was unbearable. Like a moth drawn to a flame, my eyes couldn’t look at anything but her. And going home with her... “Yes!” I almost shouted, but caught myself just in time so I didn’t make a spectacle out of myself. “Please. Take me home!” I knew I sounded pathetic, ...
    but I had never felt such intensity before, and tears threatened to blur my vision. “Good,” she purred, and suddenly there was a much-too-large bank note tucked under my glass and I was following her, guided by the hand she still safely held in hers. She was well-off. The car was one of these insanely expensive German SUVs, black and elegant, with lots of chrome and darkened windows. I hurried around the car and hopped onto the passenger seat, filled with a giddiness I hadn’t felt in ages - and an arousal that I hadn’t felt ever before. “Do you trust me?” she suddenly asked after the doors were shut. “Of course!” I probably did. But questions of trust had no place in my mind right now anyway. “Lean a bit forward.” She pulled something black from a compartment under the steering wheel, some piece of fabric, and then the world was plunged into darkness and skilled fingers tied a tight knot behind my head. “Why?” I asked. “No questions.” Her reply was sharp. “You have to remember that.” * * * * The ride took perhaps ten minutes, then we swerved and drove rather steeply downwards before swerving again and coming to a halt. There were no words between us, but a minute later I was traipsing along, still blindfolded, guided by her hand. The floor beneath us seemed to wiggle when she stopped, and for a curious moment I felt like falling. But then the swoosh of automated doors told me where we were, and my knees shook when the lift moved upwards. When the ding sounded to announce our ...
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