Sapphic Enchantment

So...I was at my friend's house the other night, having some drinks. I have always found my sweet girlfriend hypnotically attractive with her smooth skin, bewitching green eyes and blonde silky hair...

We are drinking (duh) and proceed to get drunk. She keeps filling my wine glass; I think she is trying to seduce me (gasp). Anyway, she starts stroking my hair, telling me how soft and silky it is. Normally I would feel odd, but the wine has gone to my head and I feel this tingling in my toes and other places. Very strange...

Then she starts rubbing my arm and asks if she can give me a massage. I shrug my shoulders and say "sure," but I don't feel as nonchalant as I am acting. She starts to rub my shoulders and says how tense I feel. "Oh really?", I respond. "I hadn't realized." She continues to rub my shoulders and moves down lower on my back. It feels very nice...she's very adept with her hands. Then she pulls my hair to one side and begins to softly kiss my neck, still kneading the knots out of my back. Her kisses are soft; my skin begins to develop goosebumps and I can feel her warm breath on my neck-very sensitive. And then she begins to kiss my mouth, softly, slowly, sensuously. Rubbing at my parted lips, there is something very sweet about it. I can feel her yearning; I'm afraid, yet strangely aroused. I begin to kiss her back, exploring with my tongue, tasting her. I pull back and we both giggle a little-my head is swimming for! the wine has made my giddy. I feel like I am swimming against the tide.

I can taste the smokiness from the whiskey she's been drinking on my tongue. It has a warm, rich, seductive quality to it. Then when we kiss again-it's harder, more urgent. She bites my lower lip and begins to suck. I let out a low moan and I begin to kiss her neck. My heart is beating faster and I can feel her pulse quicken in her neck. Her breathing becomes shallower. I move down to the hollow of her throat, kissing slowly, dragging my tongue against her salty skin. Her fingers are immersed in my hair as she pulls my head in closer. As I kneel before her, I begin to unbutton her blouse and tug it gently off of her shoulders. O move down to her breasts and begin kissing the tops of them. I can also feel her nipple harden through the thin material of her bra. I know she secretly desires me to remove it, so I grant her wish. I cup one breast and circle my tongue over her areola and then over her nipple. She begins ! to whisper my name and "Don't stop."

Meanwhile I inch my hand down into the waistband of her jeans...

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