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    Daily, together and Apart # 35

    Story written on January 16, 2008 by Braz.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=68242
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    Tina was lost in the rhythm. She was receiving all Bette could give her. She placed herself over her elbows and turned her head to meet the brunette’s eyes.
    The second Bette watched Tina’s eyes dancing with fever she got possessed by a fury of ardor, she never felt. The more she stroke, the more Tina cried out and let her passionate eyes told her she was melting for her.

    Bette began to impact against Tina’s fingers and the palm of her hand and Tina was colliding with Bette’s chest and nipples. Her ass violently crashed against the brunette’s hand and pubic mound. There were no words, simply because they were far away from words.

    Tina massaged Bette’s clit, but once in a while she dived into her hole to found her ocean of life. Nonetheless, the blond wanted to see Bette’s face. She wanted to be face to face with love. She turned herself on the sofa and let her body be embraced by Bette’s while her lips searched hungrily for the one she was aching.
    Their nipples touched. Their sweat mixed and their hands found their pleasure places again. Their legs lightly opened to allow their strokes. And their strokes found the clit on their way.

    They felt it at the same time.

    There was no way to came back.
    Bette was moving her waist, searching, reaching Tina’s hand.
    Tina opened herself more. She knew Bette loved to watch when she opened her legs to receive her strokes.
    And Tina loved the way Bette fucked her.

    The creamy skin woman had to open her eyes. Eyes that traveled blurred and cloudy almost all that journey, until that moment, but know she wanted to drink her wife. She wanted to drink her ruby orgasm in a crystal glass. Bette, however, had her eyes firmly closed. Her breath was freely anguished and desperate. Her moans were music to Tina’s ears; her face was almost at that love moment of love battle that we courting pain.
    They were moving together and Tina felt the walls.
    She sensed their walls falling down and all of their doors and windows opening to the tornado that would invade their bodies in seconds.

    Seconds.

    “Ohhh…Babe… Ohhhh …ohhhhhh…. Ti…na…”

    One of the most beautiful spectacles from nature: a woman coming in abandon.

    Those syllables stroked hard on Tina’s lips. Tina, who had been holding her orgasm, sensed the impact of Bette’s words. How her name inside that mouth, pronounced between those carmine lips brought so much pleasure to her? Her name pronounced during the orgasm of her lover made Tina collapsed. Her tide movements took her in and pulled her to the shore and she heard herself groaning, coming.

    “Ohhhh…babe…babe…Bette.”

    She didn’t know each of them were shaking or trembling. Who was moaning and screaming? And this was something she didn’t care about. When the blond´s blurred eyes could open again, she watched Bette tensed face and body capturing her orgasm with concentration, dedication and lust. Between her shivers, still inside her world of endorphins, with her heart full of love, Tina let her lips draw a smile on her face. 

     

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    2. WOW! Braz, that was HOT, steamy and yummy! Thanks for letting our B&T girls enjoy this spectacular moment, very well choreographed and defined as only you can describe such wonderful love scenes. You’re a genious, dear friend! GREAT update. You left us with a HUGE grin on our faces. Big Hs & Ks – Lucero & Marsha

    6. wooooooooooooooohhhhhh … that was one hot steamy post :-) a very long awaited one, but it was worth the wait ;-) — it was beautiful and I loved one of your phrases “One of the most beautiful spectacles from nature: a woman coming in abandon.”……… that is something I agree so much with, even when the woman you love is nothing like Ms Bette Porter… that is something I try to tell my gf, when I tell her she’s the most beautiful woman in the world, and she thinks I’m kidding, or I exagerate… but that is exactly what I mean… “the most beautiful spectacle from nature : your woman coming in abandon…” you wrote it sooo well – Thank you for expressing so well the feelings I (we) have… you have that talent to express those is such beautiful and meaningful words… thanks so much, Honey, for such a beautiful piece… (not the last one, I hope ;-)

    7. another comment now, about your question in the AN (why do you talk about Spoiler ? is it linked to S5 ?) : I did not really understand your question : “is it ENOUGH ? what do you mean by that ? in (love)sex games, only free will can surrender power, certainly not force… the blindfold can only be a symbol, but is certainly not taking or giving power…anyway, I’ve always personaly felt that in submission (tying/bondage or other) sex games, the real dominant is in fact the dominee… because the dominee can always stop everything when she wants (in “normal” SM games, not in imposed ones)… and the dominant, like you said, is completely concentrated on the dominee’s sensations… — maybe I’m not “experienced” enough, but there is a concept I never really understood (between women I mean) : the “topping” thing, because, in my experience, the “topping” position does not give power (except perhaps for blocking some movements), but being under or behind can give much better “access” and therefore much more freedom of action ;-) – I always considered that one of the “advantages” of being a lesbian is the ability to completely share the other one’s sensations, because you feel the same way (kind of) and you can share totally your feelings and sensations with your lover (one of my “preferred” position is one where the exchange is symmetrical and the sharing… totally “shared” (if I may say so…) well, you’ll need 34 more posts to get to it LMAO !!! as for me, I agree with you, things of pleasure and things of power have NOTHING to do together (except for rapists and psychos) : only the “game” of power, and in that case, the REAL power is opposite to the apparent one… well, maybe I will try to be more explicit in my next mail, if I can more clearly elaborate my POV on that matter ;-) — Anyway, thanks not only for your stories, but also for the questioning you give us, they help me very much in my current work on myself and my view of the world (and love, and sex, and everything else…)– thanks again Honey,

    8. Braz that was one hot chapter and thank goodness I am off,LOL…These two women no doubt needed one another, for love, sex,pleasure,one another in the sense that they needed to be aware of what they had missed,,,,,each other!! Great chapter Braz loved it.

    9. BRAZ!!!!Hey you!Fisrt of all let me just say,I MISSED YOU!!!I don’t know Braz, I think I might go outside and roll on the snow to “calm” this hyperthermia I got after reading this chappy,heehee! Great chappy by the way, thanks for returning Braz,missed your stories!PPS,mwahh!

    10. dear god woman, are you trying to kill me at work, there is no way to explain my flushed face and erractic breathing at my desk. great, great job, but i think someone is calling 911 on my ass!!

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