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I pulled the covers up and took her in my arms, pushing my leg up between her thighs. I felt her wetness and warmth on me and pushed against her as I brushed her lips with mine, my own flavour still lingering there. She moaned into me and I pulled her close as she started moving slightly back and forth as I pushed my thigh against her. I felt her start to tremble as we kissed. She arched her back and my leg suddenly felt a lot wetter as she came, crying out loudly and shaking as her orgasm wracked through her.
I held her until she had calmed down and eventually we were just staring into each other's eyes. We kissed, softly and gently and I eventually reached behind me and flipped the switch that shut off the room lights.
We fell asleep in each other's arms and my dreams were beautiful, peaceful and surreal.
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As the morning light filtered into the room my eyes flickered open to find Jill still there, fast asleep. I smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her nose. Her eyes almost flew open and she looked panicked for a moment and then calmed down and looked straight at me and smiled.
"Oh. Hi," she said sleepily.
"Hey you," I said, placing a kiss on her lips, "want to go and get breakfast?"
She smirked and said, "Eventually."
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Thank you so much for reading and, I hope, enjoying. This is a story inspired by a real event. I really did go to the Louvre and laugh when I saw a painting and got asked by an American woman what I was laughing at and we had coffee. The rest is pure imagination although the bar and café are based on real places.
If you enjoyed it, please consider giving me a lovely, high star rating and please, please, please, leave a comment.
Love as always to my lovely readers
Anna
Xxxx
- COMMENTS
GaiusPetronius8 months agoYou, chère Anna, are remarkably versatile. Whatever you set your imagination on, you paint the most breathtaking word-pictures.
I especially admire how you have crafted a non-seduction seduction. There is no coercion of any sort in what happens between Anna and Jill; each step proceeds with Jill’s overt consent and, ultimately, her joy-filled participation.
It’s hard to fathom why this gem hasn’t garnered any scores lower than a 5. And yet, leaving aside obvious typos, there are occasional lapses that mar the perfection. They are so rare as to become all the more glaring. Case in point, on page two: After having correctly used the verb “to raise” twice (“I raised an eyebrow . . . .” and “She . . . raised her bum up once more . . . .” you stumbled on the third instance (“She . . . took the top of my panties and I raised up and she slowly slid them down. . . .”), where it should have been the intransitive “rose.”
Giving you the benefit of the doubt, I choose to think that you are emulating the Persian rug weavers who deliberately insert a flaw in their weavings, in tribute to Allah who alone is perfect.
Thank you, once again, for this masterpiece.
Anonymous9 months agogreat story! the first story i ever read of yours was Saturn Rising. been keeping up with you ever since.
hirojinbrodie10 months agoAbsolutely wonderful ❤️. I love the growing connection, the dawning, tumbling revelations of desire. I've been to Paris and your descriptions are wonderful.
The gentle, exploring, affe tionate tone and growing hunger really sat with me after.
Wonderful work!
LargoKitt12 months agoI enjoyed the effortlessness of this story. It was completely plausible, and I'm sure it matches the daydreams both of lesbian women who imagine a hookup in Paris, and also straight women who might yearn for a wonderful, illicit experience in the City of Light. I like the way you invent your people. I'm a little impatient with the sex scenes because they don't quite 'meet' the rest. I kind of was interested in seeing more detail in Jill's exploring this new world. What did she see in the bar? How did that make her feel? Maybe more reacting to the the first kiss, a particular touch. How does she feel about Anna's hands? How does Jill look in the throes of passion?
Maybe I'm suggesting a 'b-side' story from the point-of-view of the stranger in Paris. I need to read more of your stories. Going on the Favorites list.
LargoKitt
