In the hills of San Francisco, on an acre of land, a condo sits nestled between rows of trees. The building sports an outdoor swimming pool, a back patio with built in barbecue pit, a tennis court, and a neatly landscaped front walkway lined with rose bushes.
The Pool does more than cool off its occupants; it is a gathering place for parties, and gossip. Bikini’s mix with swimming trunks, everyone’s skin is golden tanned, most walk around, or lounge, with a drink in their hand. Every one knows everyone’s business and is not hesitant in the way they discuss it.
In this condo personalities unite in love, passion, friendship, and an occasional argument or two. Each occupant is different; yet alike. If the walls of this condo could talk these are the stories they’d tell.
Contained in the words penned down for your pleasure are tales of seduction, betrayal, newly found love, and pure unbridled lust. Feel the passion unfolding between the pages; let their emotions seep into your soul and heart. Let the characters reach you in places only you can allow. Have fun, learn from the tales, release your inner inhibitions and enjoy.
Let’s start with a tale of love kept secret, love needed to be told.
EXTRACT
The girls sat in their two-bedroom condo, one they brought
together, arguing again. It seems that was all they did.
Janice weary of arguing over the same problem time and time
again, wanted results, wanted Peggy to rectify the situation choking
their friendship. She hated nights like this, nights they slept
annoyed with each other, nights where no goodnights were exchanged.
Nights were it seemed forgiveness and morning was far away.
Arising the next morning, thoughts of reconciliation filled
each girl with anticipation. Meeting in the living room they embraced,
exchanged good mornings, and words of forgiveness. Reconciled hand and
hand they headed for the kitchen and breakfast.
The sun poured through the kitchens bay window illuminating
the room capturing the girl’s reflection in the glass top table. The
auburn highlights in Janice’s hair danced across the tabletop. Peggy’s
blond hair glowed yellow, its reflection almost blinding.
Rising Janice closed the blind removing the glare of sun from
her emerald green eyes. Returning to the table she smiled at the
woman across the table. Eyes filled with love took in the in the
beauty of a face covered in flawless skin, deep blue eyes, moist
sensual lips, and the crevice between the exposed breasts jutting
upward beneath a white silk peignoir. Particular notice was taken of
the nipples etched against the silk material covering them, their
hardness calling, pleading for suckling. A whimsical smile sat etched
in red sensual lips. Eyelids painted emerald green danced behind long
silkily lashes. The woman was beautiful, almost to beautiful to argue
with.
Envy crawled deep into Janice’s heart, envy hard to control, envy
over an appearance reflected in glass before all mirrors met by the
sad eyes looking into. Janice’s skin was pale, crow’s feet lined pale
green eyes, and a birthmark etched its strawberry shape across the
left cheek, glaring its shape encrusted in a dark red border. In her
opinion no makeup could hide its flaws. Though she was not fat, her
figure was not perfect. Peggy was the one with perfectly shaped hips,
tiny waist, and long legs.
Janice’s only claim to beauty was long flaming red hair,
perfectly curled, each strand in place, accented with coppery
highlights.
Pulling away from the enchanting scene, Janice suggested, “Let’s make
breakfast together kiddo.”
Twenty minutes later, the table boasted a steaming pot of
coffee, filled creamer and sugar bowl, and a plate of sweet rolls. In
front of each girl was a plate of bacon, eggs and toast. Between bites
of food they poke, the conversation light, easy going, chitchat about
nothing in general, until Janice asked a question.
Peggy, blue eyes open wide, projected the glow of love she
held for her friend. Twisting a lock of r long blond hair around one
tiny finger, she looked away from Janice’s gaze. The question burned
in her mind, answering it would only lead to another argument.
Peggy wanted to avoid this situation, the look of want and
need on Janice’s face changed the situation, the question had to be
answered.
Reaching across the table Peggy grabbed Janice’s friend’s
hand. “Janice I don’t how they would take it. I don’t want to take the
chance of being shunned, thrown out like a piece of garbage. You know
my folks; you spent most of your childhood in their house. You know
their rules; you know their inner feelings on every subject pertaining
to life, death, and proper morals. I just can’t do it honey. Please
understand.”
“I won’t accept that answer Peggy. Sorry I refuse to live in
the background anymore. I refuse to be just the roommate any longer. I
love you and unless you tell the truth I am leaving”.
Peggy began to sob, the tears flowing downward filled
Janice’s heart with sorrow. Hugging her friend close she cleansed the
tears away with a skilled tongue. Passion stirred itself inside a
vagina already quivering with excitement, it happened every time the
two women touched. Slowly she slid her tongue down Peggy’s throat
until the edge of her v-lined blouse met its tip. Playing inside the
cotton fabric the quick strokes warmed against the breast beneath it.
Delicately, skilled hands and fingers slipped the peignoir off never
removing the tongue tormenting its target. (Peggy never wore a bra
knowing the sight of her bare nipples pleased Janice.)
Stopping the tongues action Janice fondled Peggy’s breasts
and replaced the tongue with a mouth eager for fulfillment, the
fulfillment of suckling their hardened sweet nipples.
Before Peggy could protest she parted her legs and slid down
aiming for the delicacy an intense craving needed. Her head rested
atop the mound of hair, inhaling the sweet odor beneath it. Gently her
tongue guided itself inside exploring the cavern it entered. Round and
round, up and down moving slowly, gaining speed with each lick, until
sexual arousal screamed for release.
The sweetness of womanhood emptied, Peggy begged Janice for
more, enticing her with the licking of a tongue slowly across the
sensual lips it parted.
Gliding back upward Janice faced Peggy and pulled her up into
welcoming arms. Body against body they kissed, entwining each other’s
tongues in an embrace of warm moistness.
Peggy cried out “Darling take me to bed, show me how much you
really love me.”
Janice led the way, suggesting they dress for the occasion.
Stripping down to bare flesh both girls then donned garter belts and
stockings.
Peggy wore red and black and stood in five-inch red stilettos,
seductively showing off her wares. Janice wore white; her short chunky
legs inserted in ballerina slippers caused an intense throbbing in
Peggy’s vagina. Taking in a deep breath, they grabbed their toys from
the bedside table.
Handing Peggy her manhood, Janice laid on the bed, watching
her strap it around her tiny waist.
Peggy began their playtime treating Janice the way Janice
loved to be treated, as a slut. “Spread them, you know you want it.
What do you want first, beg me baby beg me.”
“I want tongue, then I want your hard dildo inside me. Please
show me no mercy, I want everything you can give me.”
