1. My Lana - Part 9


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    Once alone, I again realize how spent I am, and I let myself fall back into the chair. Fruit, biscuits and coffee is as far away from my mind as can possibly be, and I feel sure that's not exactly what Lana is after either. But then, I change my mind. Maybe a cup of coffee is just what I need to get going again, to get over this sated stage and please my little pet with an all resurrected stamina once we've finished it. "Ooooohhhh, since it's here, I think I could in fact do with a cup of coffee. How about you?" "Mmmmmm..." I'm not sure if it that's a 'yes' or a 'no,' but I anyway proceed to fill both cups. "Here, there's one for you too," I tell her, and gently roll away from her to allow her some space to straighten up. Her mouth leaves me with a spongy sound, and I immediately feel an uncomfortable chill down there from all the wetness we have produced together. I hastily grab another fistful of Kleenex and just put it against me, both to clean up and to stay comfortably warm. I can see in her eyes that she'd be ready to do that if she only had something to use, and I tell myself to remember to bring some suitable cloths for our future trysts. Both for me and for her. She comes just enough forward for her head to clear the desk and then straightens up with a deep sigh. Her face is a mess of sticky juices, and I hand her the box of Kleenex for her to help herself the best she can. For a brief moment she looks a little unsure again, afraid that I might find her messed-up ...
    looks disturbing in any way. I notice immediately, and give her my warmest and most reassuring smile, holding up her cup of coffee to her as I wait for her to finish up. "Actually I would like to stay like this forever," she murmurs shyly as she starts wiping her face. "But then it wouldn't be comfortable for you when I get down again." "When you get down again?!" I cannot help but laugh at her eagerness. "Lana, I'm totally spent. I doubt very much that I'd be able to have another go, no matter how much I'd love to." "Oh..." Her dark eyes penetrate mine as her face becomes a mask of pleads and urges, almost demands. For the first time I really feel the power of her will, of her craving, the sheer mental arm-twist of hers to bring me under her spell. Yes, for the first time I really see how she's not the one to flinch when she's made up her mind about something. She finally takes the cup from my out-stretched hand and takes a careful sip. "Mmmmm... when you've had your coffee, I'm sure...." Her voice fades away. She realizes there's no need to complete the sentence. I sigh deeply. The awkwardness of the situation is not disturbing any more. Quite amusing, in fact. I realize it gives me a kick of a kind, and incredibly enough I can feel another gentle surge of energy and -- yes -- even passion trickle through my belly. It's an amazing scene. Who could imagine that I should start to kind of get used to it? Used to my Lana, like that, on her knees, between my spread thighs... and ...
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