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Every Sign I Read is Wrong, Baby
Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: puddleduck, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
on. We stood just inside, just where I’m standing now. I said, “Oh. There's no-one here.” I was genuinely disappointed. You ignored me. “Romans used to feed each other grapes,” you said. I said I didn’t believe you, but you said, “Look,” and draped the bunch of grapes over your mouth and bit off two or three. They were dark purple. You chewed them soundlessly. I was watching, my face an inch from yours. I could smell your breath. Wine. Then you leaned over to me and our lips touched. You opened your mouth a little, and with your tongue pushed the grapes you’d chewed into my mouth. I didn’t freak out. I just opened my mouth like you were feeding me. And with our mouths locked together I started chewing. Then I pushed some back into your mouth and swallowed the rest. I broke away and said, “Did the Romans eat grapes like that?” And you said, “I don’t know. But they should.” Our lips met again and we kissed. It was soft and perfect. More meaningful than any kiss I’d ever had from my boyfriend, because it was meant as a moment in itself, not a prelude. And then the dream switched as dreams do. I was lying naked on by bed, on my side, propped up on my elbow. You came towards me and I just asked, “Do you want me on my tummy?” And you said. “Yes.” I said that my boyfriend likes it that way, but that we hadn’t fucked since I last went down to see him. I was giving you all sorts of facts like that. I don’t know why. So I turned over, with my face buried in my pillow and lay flat on ...