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Zarad oplemenjivanja erotskog sadrzaja ovog dela foruma, odlucila sam da me ne mrzi da prekucam nekoliko prica iz lezbejsko-erotske literature koju posedujem (price nisu kratke, no sasvim dovoljno duge).
Uglavnom ce biti butch on femme, sto sigurna sam nece spreciti i one koji nisu deo te dinamike da uzivaju u pricama. Vi ste naravno pozvane da slobodno postujete price sa akterkama kakvim god zelite, ali to znaci da treba da nadjete pricu na netu i kopirate ili prekucate iz knjige (mozda cak vi napisete?). Molim vas suzdrzite se od poezije, vec imamo taj post.

I, na ovoj temi, ako offtopikujete, neka bude flertujuce, ako se svadjate, nek bude iz strasti, i ako hejtujete, nek to bude iz ljubavi

Veceras stavljam prvi deo prve price

Evo jedne Angelinine price....


SVRSILA SAM, A NIJE ME NI PIPNULA



Vrelo popodne. Sunce greje, vrelo, avgust mesec. Resile smo, nas tri, najbolje drugarice, da se nadjemo na kafi kako bi ozivljavale divne, nezaboravne uspomene s putovanja po Srednjoj Indoneziji. Ispijale smo kafu u kaficu "Femara", poznatom po uvek nasmejanim konobarima, sa divnim ukrucenim spanskim kragnama, sa zvezdastim posluzavnicima u kojima su se meskoljile cashe sa slikama dildoa od 23 cm.
-Ah!-uzviknu Ljilja-ovo u moje vreme nije bilo-rece uz vrcav smeh, crveneci I sasvim nevino trljajuci namanikirane nokte o suknjicu s ljiljanjima koji kao da su plesali komesajuci se u opalom liscu.
-Sta nije bilo, Ljiljo? Mislim, ne pravi se naivna, imas skoro 30 godina I jos si nevina. Mislim da je vreme da se malo opustis.-rece Magda, atraktivna plavusha u srednjim dvadestim, kotrljajuci reci kao da se spusta niz neke nevidljive stepenice greha, a pirsing joj je ostavljao trag na blistavo belim zubima, dok se iz njega sraf polako probijao napolje.
-Uh, moram da ga zamenim. Kako cu da lizem Miru?
I sve tri se po milosti bozijoj I zadigavsi suknjice s ukrasima u obliku ljiljana, ruza I karanfila zakikotase.
-Lepe moje dame-cuse dubok, seksi muski glas-Hocete li da kupite karanfile? Divni karanfili, mozete ih pokloniti svom decku-sve tri se okrenuse brzinom kojom se drsko hvata dildo tokom upotrebe I videse visokog, debelog coveka u iznosenoj kravati, procelavog kao da je masina za strikanje po njemu tarala male, sochne iglice za virdzine (novi modeli na Zelenjaku)
-Karanfil! Mrzim karanfile!-rece Mira I baci mu u lice sa svireposcu, zavrcuci istovremeno Magdin sraf posmatrajuci mehanizam pravljenja pirsinga regulisan prema crtezu.
-Ne vole karanfile!-rece Pera Mitic, atraktivni muskarac nalik na Teda Bandija-Ko ne voli karanfile, ne zasluzuje ni da zivi!
Mira, visoka brineta, uvek doterana I nasmejana, popravi frizuru nadlanicom gledajuci se u velikom, brokatnom ogledalu koje su veseli konobari uvek ostavljali gratis damama I rece pomalo umorno, s dahom koji je zaudarao na hexoral:-Moram do toaleta, bas me priteralo. Ovaj ogavni covek me je podsetio na ... (rukopis necitak), jedva sam se izvukla, a da nisam svrsila.
I dostojanstvenim korakom se uputi s bocom vina ka toaletu pozdravljajuci butchicu koja je naplacivala ulaz I dala joj stodinarku.-Molim racun-bilo je zadnje sto su cule Ljilja I Magda.
Magda bese zenoljupka koja je svojim osmehom, svojim pogledom oduzimala dah. Iako je Ljilja bila apsolutno strejt, osetila je da mozda I nije tako sigurna. Nikad ranije nisu bile same, bez Mire I ona oseti nelagodnost koju je pripisivala najpre lose svarenom rucku.
-Uh, sto mi se jede pizza-rece Magda otvarajuci novu bocu savinjona, a onda im se oci ukrstise. Ljilja oseti kako joj toplina preplavljuje prepone I donji deo trbuha joj poskakuje u ritmu cha-cha-cha, a onda se razleze reski zvuk odnekud ispod haljinice podsecajuci na skripu otvaranja vrata od hrastovine zardjalim kljucem.
.-Sta to bi?-upita Magda nervozno trljajuci znojave dlanove jedan o drugi.
-Popucao mi vakuum-odgovori Ljilja I stidljivo se nasmesi, setivsi se svog prvog seksualnog iskustva s japanskim kuglicama.
Odjednom, osetise da se ta toplina polako prenosi vazduhom koji je ionako pregrejan od bestezinskog sunca koje je druge gosce restorana vuklo u dremez sijeste I da na njih deluje nekim skrivenim ocima kojima su obe virile jedna drugoj ispod suknjice.
-Mira ponekad ume da se zadrzi duze u toaletu-rece Magda I onda su shvatile da obe misle isto.-Hajde da se odvezemo cas do reke I pogledajmo ima li slobodnih camaca.
-Magda, mislis li sto I ja ..
-Pogledaj mi grudi.-I grudi kano klisurine utvrdjene napetim bradavicama koje su joj pocepale bluzicu I izvirivale naplje, socne I rozikaste, sa kojih je kapao znoj behu dokaz.
-Magda, a Mira?
Ona joj se smeskala, ne smeseci se. Behu ozbiljne I na tihi nacin, setan medjusobno prisne. Cak su I haljine s akcentom od ruza poprimile nesto od toga. U tom trenutku postase hladno udaljene osim ociju I usana koje su se priblizavale.
Ljilja oseti kako joj rozikasta napuklina skakuta u neotvorenim, nedotaknutim gacicama, pazljivo ih je pritezala, a zatim grubo cepala, ugrizajuci se za usnu da smiri prokljucalu krv dok je Magda klizila unapred I unazad kao u ceremoniji koja se neprekidno ponavljala. Ona nije lovila samo Magdu, ona je lovila orgazam.
Stolice su popucale, a nih dve su se spajale ocima, trljale obrazima, sputane tabuom zabranjene ljubavi.
-Kada cemo moci da svrsimo gole?-upita Ljilja kroz smeh I suze.
-Magda obori glavu I zajeca.
-jesi li osetila sto I ja?
-nisam jos, al moze biti gotovo za dve nedelje
-dve nedelje. Treba nekoliko puta jos ovo da probamo
-ne. jer ovo je nesto vise od toga. Ne smemo vise ovo da radimo, greh je.
-dobro kad ne moze drukcije
-ne moze drukcije.
-uzgred, gde je Mira?-rekoh drzeci ruku u gacicama koje su jos bile mokre.
-da, gde je Mira?
Na ulazu u toalet, Pera Mitic se smejao I pevusio Kyrie Eleison istovremeno iz daljine gadjajuci karanfilima sad njih dve, mlade, zaljubljene golubove.

Jedva čekam da počneš da pišeš!

off.

Originally posted by Ivana


I, na ovoj temi, ako offtopikujete, neka bude flertujuce, ako se svadjate, nek bude iz strasti, i ako hejtujete, nek to bude iz ljubavi

ovo me asociralo na omiljeni mi deo iz Djavoljeg advokata:

"Look, But Don't Touch. Touch, But Don't Taste. Taste, But Don't Swallow"

Ccccc,nije napisala u koliko satai počinje,sad moramo dreždat tu i čekat je:novine:

pocela sam da prekuckavam

Originally posted by Ivana
pocela sam da prekuckavam

Bolje skeniraj pa postavi.

Samo napred.

taman fino, kada se probudim da procitam

Originally posted by Delete

Originally posted by Ivana
pocela sam da prekuckavam

Bolje skeniraj pa postavi.

Ne'am skener

A i onda ne bi bilo mazohistickog elementa

Lm, vracam se kuckanju

-The Butch Across the Hall-

I counted to ten and raised my hand a third time to knock. Tey again I couldn't do it. Beyond the door I could hear a ball game and infrequent scrape of a spoon against a bowl. I was assuming it was soup again tonight. I'd seen the empty cans more than once in her recycling bin. Miki's diest was a lot like mine.
When I'd realized I had accidentally received her mail, I had changed my sweater and brushed my hair. I was a long way from her ex-girlfriend in the looks department, but that didn't mean I couldn't make an effort. My husband-seven years my ex-and my girlfriends-six months my ex-had both called me "cute". They had said it mostely to annoy me.
I sighed, my knuckles a long way from making contact. I was in a fresh sweater because, well, just because. Because Miki and I had both been single for a while. That's all. Because we could at least watch a ball game and share a beer. It beat being alone every night. That's all. Because I couldn't look at the faint smear of makeup on her doorjamb without breaking into sweat.
I doubt she knows it's there. Maybe she does. Maybe it's some kind of trophy. Her ex had left it last Halloween, hurriedly hiding her face when Jill and I interrupted the two of them against the wall outside their apartment.
I'd had a bit too much to drink at the party, but I could still recall with shivering clarity, Miki's voice. Just as we came around the corner she said, 'You didn't know I was ready to go, did you?"
Her girlfriend had groaned out, 'Do me baby," and we wereabruptly all looking at each other, perfectly recognizable in spite of our costumes. I forget now what Jilly and I had worn. But I remember well that Miki was dressed like James Dean, right down to a pack of cigarettes rolled into her T-shirt sleeve. Her thick black hairwas slicked back, with a greaser's curl dipped across her forehead. A leather jacket was on the floor. Her girlfriend was queen of the sock hop, including the heavy artillery bra underneath her unbuttoned blouse.
After the averting of eyes on all parts, Jilly had dragged me into our apartment. I did not forget how Miki's blue jeans were loose in the back, or how her hips disappeared into the flounces of her girlfriend's red poodle skirt.
Jilly had gone to pee while I peered at them through the security peephole. Miki was grinding into her girlfriend in rythm to gasps of encourgement and pleasure. I couldn't really see anything, but I could hear how wild it was making her girlfriend. Nothing like friction, I had thought.
Jilly caught me spying. "Are they still at it?"
"Um, yeah" I said, embaressed.
Through the door we both heard the girlfriend say,"Fuck me...yes...just like that."
I had to look. Nothing had changed. I could see both of Miki's hands pinning her girlfriend's shoulders to the wall. The moving hips were the only clue I had before Jilly said, "I'm not surprised. Obviusly, they need a man in the house. At least the strap-on kind."
My breath had suddenly burned in my throut and even now, six months later, looking at the smear of makeup on the doorjamb, I was hot and confused and hearing the echo of, "Fuck me...just like that."
I have to knock. I have her mail.

Nisam procitala, ali vec se radijem samo zbog toga sto si izdrzala da sve ovo prekucas.

After assuming for twenty-five years that I was born streight and liked my sex streight, and putting five years into the unsatisfactory marriage I had thought proved my sexuality, I was pretty proud of the fact that thirty-six I now knew who I was. When I first left my husband I knew who I wasn't. For a couple of years I wouldn't think, "I'm gay". I 'd think, "I'm not straight." Jilly's one good legacy was teaching me that you can't define yourself in terms of what you aren't.
So I know I'm gay. I know I like women. I'm a lesbian. Isn't that enough to know?
Why am I afraid to knock on her door?
Jilly, when she left, accused me of regressing back to streight sex. All because I had taked the honesty page from her book and asked her to fuck me, up against the wall, to shove her fingers hard into me-okay, I was really worked up and I couldn't stop thinking about Miki. It had taken just about all the courage I had to ask Jilly yo well, "do me." I din't know what I was asking for. It was rapidly apparent that Jilly didn't know either.
Her response had been to climb out of bed, saying she wasn't going to be a man for me.
That had really hurt. I hadn't been asking her to be something she wasn't, only to try to give me what I needed, to find a way to both be happy. Jilly, I now knew, was one of those people who vastly admired her own honesty but rarely liked it from others. We didn't talk much after that, not even while she moved out.

Originally posted by Delete
Nisam procitala, ali vec se radijem samo zbog toga sto si izdrzala da sve ovo prekucas.

da znas samo jos koliko ima

Ali, imam zelju da podelim sa vama

Lm, nastavljam sa kuckanjem

e jbg Ivana,daj piši na maternjem jeziku,nije ti fora.

Modesty, price su na engleskom. Ja da ih jos i prevodim, zaista ne mogu. Zao mi je.



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Radujem se...

Even all these months later, though, I can't knock on Miki's door. Am I hot for her because-Jesus, I can feel my crotch swelling-because I secretly want a guy? It doesn't make sense. If I wanted a guy wouldn't I still be married? It's so much easier to conform, after all. What am I doing with rainbow flag on my bumper and in my cubicle at work? Why do I put up with the inevitable daily dose of hate and the loss of civil rights and all of that shit if I really want to be streight?
I want to give Miki her mail and I want her to fuck me the way she fucked her girlfriend that night. I want her cock inside me. Her cock-the thought of it, the reality of it makes me dizzy. What am I now? Why can't I just give her the mail and run?
I heard a knocking sound close by. Shit, it's my knuckles on her door. I've knocked. The ball game was abruptly silenced and I heard footsteps.
"Heya, Ronnie." She was wearing an often-washed polo shirt with jeans.
"I thought I had a whole crop of bills I didn't know about,"I said without preable.
She was smiling, so maybe I was, too."Oh joy, the sredit card bill."She took the envelopes out of my hand.
"What's the score?" I had no idea where that question came from.
"Three-all, bottom of the fifth. You like baseball?"
"Yeah." I shrugged. My sweater felt like it was shrink-wrapping around my breasts. "Is that Bonds?"
She stepped back and I was inside the door. We were the same height, I realized. She'd lost a little weight-all that soup, no doubt. Is she boyish? With her hair in its normal page boy I suppose so, but there's no mistaking that she's a woman. Her eyelashes are too full, her lips too red, her waist too curved above hips too round. She might not need a bra, but that was all woman under the polo shirt.
My mouth went dry.
The TV was visible from where I stood and after I cleared my throat I commented, "With one out and runners at second and third you'd think they'd just walk him."
"You'd think," Miki agreed. "Come on in, " she added. "It's always more fun to watch with somebody. Can I get you something to drink?" She was halfway through a Corona.
"What you're having-that looks great."
We talked about baseball and the whole time I was feeling her hands on me and her hips thrusting against me and her teeth on my earlobes and her cock driving into me, taking me. The last time I was this wet was just before I had sex with a woman for the first time. I felt as if this was just as new and just as scary. I wanted her on top of me. I wanted her to fuck me. I wanted to be what she needed so she'd do whatever it was her girlfriend had meant when she'd said "Do me, baby."
The game ended and we talked for a little bit about sports, then similar layout of our apartments. She had an interesting collection of Japanese scrolls and she translated them for me. I liked "Intuition is hearing what is unsaid."
I finished my second beer and I supposed it was time to thank her and politely leave, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I spied the empty soup bowl. "Chicken noodle?"
"Yeah, my favourite." She looked rueful. "At least it was before I had it for dinner six nights a week."
"Tomato," I admitted. Emboldened by her understandind smile, I added, "I got dumped. What's your story?"
She looked a little startled, but said without really taking much time to think about it, "Me, too."

jel ovo sve jedna prica

da, jeste.

ti zajebavas ili sta?

Ne zajebavam, stvarno je sve jedna prica

Ima jos dve trecine

hahahaha...kako si ti dobra osoba, pozrtvovana

Khm samo chekam da mi zena vidi shta radish pa da me upregne da ti pomognem a zna se da mi je pisanje na engleskom nocna mora
Chestitam na hrabrosti i podizanju lez morala

Originally posted by Inner-Smile
Khm samo chekam da mi zena vidi shta radish pa da me upregne da ti pomognem a zna se da mi je pisanje na engleskom nocna mora
Chestitam na hrabrosti i podizanju lez morala

Hvalaaa
Ma jednostavno imam zelju da podelim ovo sa vama

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on: Hvala Ivana, za trud. Bas lep izbor. Evo ja cu sutra ubaciti neke pricice.

pa svidja mi se tema samo kazem da cekam bolju pricu

Mislim da svaku sledecu prichu pochinjem da chitam samo ako je zavrshena sad sam polunapaljena a treba da chekam i tebe da zavrshish kucanje i zenu da obrije noge, shto je mnogo mnogo je

Al si ti nedojebana...

"We'd been together three years and it stopped working in bed."
Hell, I'd had too much beer even with just two. I could feel myself blushing.
"Lesbian bed death? I've heard of that."
"No, I just-she wouldn't, well, we just weren't compatible."
I wouldn't have blamed her for looking confused. But she didn't. "I know exactly what you mean." Was she blushing, too? Her olive skin made it hard to tell. "After-you know, after you guys saw us?"
I tried to look as if it was an effort to remember the event. "Oh, yeah?"
"Teena wanted it to be that way all the time. I really enjoyed it, but it was just for Halloween. She wanted me to pack all the time." I was a little bit lost, but I wasn't going to tell her that. "And that's not what you wanted?"
"No" She seemed to relax a bit and I realized her gaze hadn't left my face for a few minutes. She spoke deliberatly, as if she was trying to find out what would shock me. "I am not just a cock, you know? I like working up to it, her asking for it and then putting it on me. I thought that was just as hot for her." Her gaze never left me.
She'd been honest with me and I found the courage to return the compliment. All in rush, I said, "I wanted more butch out of my girlfriend."
"But she wasn't butch to begin with..."
Miki hadn't stopped staring at me, and during the long, awkward silence her gaze trazed a lazy path across my lips, down my throat, and then lingered for a while on the nippled I knew were showing through my bra and sweater.
Finally, I managed, "No she wasn't. She said she wouldn't play the man' for me."
Miki's expression turned angry. "I've heard that crock of shit before. As if."
I just kept looking at her. My courage had run out. I hardly even knew what I was asking for, I told myself. But that was a lie. I knew what I wanted. Her cock inside me. Her pouring her desire into me.
"Do you want me to be a man for you?" Her deep brown eyes, which had been warming, turned to flint.
Chilled, I quavered, "No."
She moved slowly, giving me a chance to back away. When I didn't move, she cupped my breast with one hand. I thrust forward, offering it all. "Then what do you want?"
"I want you to be a woman for me."

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