Comrade Gorbachev, are you wet yet?
The bit of the emotional baggage that was really overflowing is out.
Now. Time to unpack what’s in the dank depths. The wet, smelly things. I don’t care the slightest to “clean” myself, no. I’m not dirty, I’m just wet, exactly the way I want it. But I see you, in front of the screen, and I can only conclude you aren’t the right amount of wet.
Sorry girl, but I have to make you wet.
Fuck me. No really, go ahead. I see you through the screen, your eye scintillating, your pupils, enlarged. I see you filled with lust, I see myself in the reflection of your eyes. Girl! U cut, u know?
Now look at me. See this skin? So soft, so smooth, dry and pretty. Touch it. Smell it. Go ahead, smell me. What do you feel, what does that remind you of? Yes, I like the warmth of your breath on my skin, go ahead, you have the free pass, sister. Don’t pretend, bitch, act like the dog you are, sniff, smell, track those aromas, remember inside of you, find your prey, let the emotions flood in with the smell.
I feel the breath from your breast all over me, a bit warm, but still dry. It’s ticklish here. Let me spread my legs a little bit to let you through, smell my thighs. You like them? I allow you, just this one time, to give my legs a lick. A bit salty eh? That’s the effect you have on me. But do you smell it, do you smell my lust? Keep up with the trace, track the trail back to it’s ultimate origin. You know where this is going, let me invite you there.
Ur so cute.
Boop!
Now I have your head held tight between my thighs. What are you gonna do? Left, right, and left and right again. You are so cute, like a little doll. I love how your hairs dance and touch me. What are you gonna do? I like looking at my legs, but I like looking at your face more so. I love your smile.
Ooh, you are grabbing my sides. With your cute fingers. I love them btw. I love your nail paint too. It’s pleasant to feel your hands on my skin. But what are you gonna do? I’m grabbing you at the forearm with my cute little hands too, you are locked, can’t do much now, eh? I love the little hairs you have on your arms btw. It’s so soft, the way it brushes me, you are the cutie archeologist, I’m an ancient pot! Please brush me, brush me until I’m speckles.
What a weird position eh? Eh? You hear me? You seem distracted. Oh yeah, my big titties, just in front of your face. You like them? Well I’m glad. But I’d like to have a look at yours, it’s kinda unfair, you gawping at mine, while yours are hidden behind the curtain of your hairs. I do enjoy looking at your hairs, but please give me some skin, I deserve some.
You promise you won’t be naughty? I’ll free your head from my thighs.
Now I’m allowing you to explore, with your hands. I love how you look now, I love the rhythm of your heart. Do you know that the smaller the organism, the faster the heart beat rate? You’ve just lost 50cm honey. Me too. Me too, indeed.
Starting with my face? Sure. Touch it. I like how your fingers brush over my soft skin. It connects with me unlike anything else. I feel your heart, your emotions, the way I enter you by all the pores, how I fill your consciousness, how you connect with me, how your consciousness enters mine. Feel the soft, invisible hairs of my face, vibris really, I feel your hands stroking me, the rivulets of each finger, on my pulp lips, a bit greasy from the lipstick, I feel your hands slip to my cheeks, still grainy from the foundation. Tinny seeds rolling on my cheeks. I feel your hand pass under my bangs, it does tickle, I feel your touch, and the traction on my hairs. I feel your hand going over my scalp. What a weird feeling, but what a freeing sensation. Scratch the back of my skull plz, don’t worry for my hairs, I want you to scratch me right there. It feels so good. Let your warm hands drop, on my nape. Yeah, you heard me meow, that’s exactly how I feel now. :3
Wherever your hands slide, it is as if heavy crufts accumulated my whole life went out in a vapor. All of this lifted from my shoulders. My eyes closed, I feel your warm hands go below my fat arms and through my arm pits. Careful, it’s tickly there. Oh~ where are you moving your hands to? I see where you are going, please proceed. Do it slowly, like this, yes, yes.
I want your hands to stay forever here. I love it when they are here, I feel the rivulets of your fingers as on my lips. I can feel you through my heart. Listen to it, I’m listening to yours. I love it when you look at my boobs like that, I love it when you stroke them. This is peace to me. Let me look at your face. It’s peace to you as well.
Joy is found in peace too, in calm and silence. Joy may wear the colors of peace.
But let’s continue, this society doesn’t deserve peace. No peace! Let’s hold hands in those turbulent times!
The both of us, on our knees, face to face.
Comrade! Let’s kiss! Approach lips! Open mouth! Unite!
I’m thinking: Looking at your eyes from so close, I continuously fear the moment when we’ll part again. Can’t see much else than your beautiful eyes. Well, now I’m noticing your mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow. I love it, you have so much taste. I need to learn from you. But beside, what do I feel. Oh~. Especially there at the level of the chest. You understand it, you almost dance. It’s such a nice feeling. They’ll never suspect, it’s our shared space, secret sensation, just for us.
Your hands explore my back like the little legs of an upside down beetle, or maybe a warm frog. I feel them paw at every corner of my back. I find it funny. I grip your head with my long fingers, my arms caging your breast, pushing it toward me. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. So good. No time, just space, and feelings. I see you, you see me. I feel you, you feel me. You wiggle, I wiggle, we wiggle. Dang, I’m glad English is not like French, gender-fuck those people. The most indecent, the most lesbian, dance. Not for anyone’s eye, neither ours. Just for our fucking tits, they are having a great time there. We are automata for the accomplishment of tit euphoria.
It’s over. I’m so rilled up, so electrified, I can’t move, I can barely moan. All that friction must have generated gigawatts. We part, like avalanche from the mountain. I can see you from where I am. I can deduce you’re in the exact same state as I. Each muscle, saturatedly horny. Will alone cannot control those muscles, they are paralyzed. Our legs are tangled like old cables in a drawer. Cables with exposed wire, because the current passes.
Mechanically, I laugh. You laugh too. A nervous nuclear meltdown if I ever heard one.
Comrade Gorbachev will be disappointed.
I laugh harder, you amplify, I amplify, feedback effect. The whole apartment shakes with our bouncy breasts. My face is wet with tears.
U wet 2?
The meltdown is over. Hope my neighbors took the iodine pills, because that kind of radiation goes through the walls.
Otherwise, it’s too late for them, they are now infected with the Gays. In fact, I might be dreaming it, but I think I hear a little laugh echoing ours.
They cute 2
Well, that was something to live through a screen. I hope you enjoyed it, I hope you are wet too now. Personally? I’m always wet. I hope you caught the same bug as I. Wet is fun, wet is truth. Imagine a world where everyone can get wet. Let the planet tremble at our lesbian revolution. We have nothing to lose but our prudishness. We have a world to win. Gay creatures of all countries, unite!