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Go easy on me, y'all, I've never written a fic with actual sex before. Or an original fic. And yes, this is NC-17 femslash, not work safe, so no one read it if you're uncomfortable with that (eaterofnoodles, I'm looking at you).
And yes, Leah is based somewhat on me.
I saw her across the room at a party, a Halloween party where most of the dykes were wearing kinky clothes. I was very unsure of my corset, short full skirt, and 3-inch heels, but I was getting looks so I was trying to feel good. I was standing up against a wall when she came over.
We talked briefly, she asked my name, I found out hers. Irene. Very classic, sophisticated, suited to such a confident woman. She assumed correctly from my attitude that I like to bottom. She looked me up and down and I had to try very hard not to shiver, but I think she saw it anyway. She took my hand and led me into the bathroom, and pushed me up against the wall, and pulled up my skirt. She commanded me to take my panties off, and I did, letting them slowly drop to the floor. She kicked them aside, and thrust a leg between mine, making me suppress a gasp of need. One does not convey a need to Mistress.
She ground her leg between mine, making me bite my lip in anticipation. She ran two fingers around my edges, slowly, leisurely, carefully avoiding all the most sensitive areas, the ones where I needed her most.
"What do you need, Leah? Be a good girl, beg, tell me what you need."
"Please, Mistress. I need more pressure, faster, more pressure. Please..."
She extracted her fingers. "Be careful, Leah. Call me Mistress."
"Yes, mistress..."
"Good girl." She thrust three fingers, then four, hard into me. I gasped, then bit my lip again.
"That's right, Leah, be careful, you want me to continue, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"No more noises."
"Yes, Mistress."
She continued to thrust, harder, faster, fucking me thoroughly. She finally applied the pressure of the heel of her hand to my clit, as the other hand continued to skim my bare behind. I came, hard, hot, slamming my head back into the wall behind me, biting my lip so hard that it bled in my effort to not cry out. She continued to stroke me, only withdrawing her fingers when she felt the last contractions subside. She allowed my skirt to fall back down, and washed her hands. I began to look for my panties, but she forbade me.
"Leave them, Leah. I like you better without them."
"Yes, Mistress." It excited me to walk through the party in a skirt, with no stockings and no panties, and she knew it. She knew she could have me later, any time she wanted. I followed her back to where the others were, full of anticipation for later.
And yes, Leah is based somewhat on me.
I saw her across the room at a party, a Halloween party where most of the dykes were wearing kinky clothes. I was very unsure of my corset, short full skirt, and 3-inch heels, but I was getting looks so I was trying to feel good. I was standing up against a wall when she came over.
We talked briefly, she asked my name, I found out hers. Irene. Very classic, sophisticated, suited to such a confident woman. She assumed correctly from my attitude that I like to bottom. She looked me up and down and I had to try very hard not to shiver, but I think she saw it anyway. She took my hand and led me into the bathroom, and pushed me up against the wall, and pulled up my skirt. She commanded me to take my panties off, and I did, letting them slowly drop to the floor. She kicked them aside, and thrust a leg between mine, making me suppress a gasp of need. One does not convey a need to Mistress.
She ground her leg between mine, making me bite my lip in anticipation. She ran two fingers around my edges, slowly, leisurely, carefully avoiding all the most sensitive areas, the ones where I needed her most.
"What do you need, Leah? Be a good girl, beg, tell me what you need."
"Please, Mistress. I need more pressure, faster, more pressure. Please..."
She extracted her fingers. "Be careful, Leah. Call me Mistress."
"Yes, mistress..."
"Good girl." She thrust three fingers, then four, hard into me. I gasped, then bit my lip again.
"That's right, Leah, be careful, you want me to continue, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"No more noises."
"Yes, Mistress."
She continued to thrust, harder, faster, fucking me thoroughly. She finally applied the pressure of the heel of her hand to my clit, as the other hand continued to skim my bare behind. I came, hard, hot, slamming my head back into the wall behind me, biting my lip so hard that it bled in my effort to not cry out. She continued to stroke me, only withdrawing her fingers when she felt the last contractions subside. She allowed my skirt to fall back down, and washed her hands. I began to look for my panties, but she forbade me.
"Leave them, Leah. I like you better without them."
"Yes, Mistress." It excited me to walk through the party in a skirt, with no stockings and no panties, and she knew it. She knew she could have me later, any time she wanted. I followed her back to where the others were, full of anticipation for later.