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Thanks to everyone who left all the awesome comments and sent me messages!! It sucks that it's taken me so long to get back online, but my internet AND iMac have been going absolutely haywire... This last set turned out sooo awesome and it's all thanks to Augenblicke !!

Anyway.. while I've been locked off the internet, I've been reading tons and tons of trashy romance novels. And it totally backfired!! Because last night, at about 3 AM, I found myself wide awake, and super super... well- randy.

And since my last set was about writer's block, and writing smut- I thought I'd give it a whirl. Yowza. Blushing already.

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My boyfriend saw her first. It was dark, crowded, and the music was pulsating from the speakers next to us, and I could barely make out anything real. We had been dancing for hours, swirling around the crowd, and I was on a serious high. But then he pulled me to a stop, nudged and whispered in my ear that there was a girl "eyeing" me. I looked up and for a brief moment, saw nothing but moving bodies. And then all of a sudden, I saw her.

She was beautiful. She was... well, she had creamy pale skin, long silky hair, big brown eyes, and a perfect little cupid bow shaped mouth. And she was smiling at me. Definitely smiling, and definitely beckoning. I propelled myself toward her and left my boyfriend behind, forgotten for the moment. She reached out for me, and we touched. I took her in my arms, and we began dancing in easy rhythm.

Her name was Rose, I learned. Fitting, I thought. The skin that I touched was unbelievably soft. And she had a soft, sweet scent that I could only smell when I nuzzled her neck. She had a soft, lilting voice- girlish and a little bit high, but bewitching in its own right. This was what I loved about women. This... softness. I loved playing with long silky hair that could drape over both of us if we became.. entangled. I loved kissing soft (and yes, smooth, hairless) skin. Don't get me wrong. I love men. I love the hardness, the roughness. I love to feel the whisker burn scrape unforgivingly across my skin. I love the strength, and the muscles. The aggressiveness. But sometimes, I just crave tenderness.

We continued to dance, and I inched myself closer and closer to her. Every time I moved closer, her eyes would widen, and her mouth would curve into a soft smile. Oh yeah, she was liking this. I let my hands skim across her body, and felt her tiny waist move into a full bottom, strong, long legs, and perfectly petite breasts. Soon enough, we were as close as we would be able to get with our clothes on, out on the dance floor. I whispered for her to come upstairs with us, and she kissed me in return. But there was a tiny hesitation, and when I waited a second, she confessed to me in her lilting, girly voice that she had never. Been with a girl before.

The realization hit my square in the stomach. And then the warmth there grew hotter, as I realized exactly what I had in my hands. She kissed me again, as if to assure me that she was okay with where this night was going, and I kissed her back. Gently. I drew back a little to nibble at her lower lip. I loved kissing girls. I loved the hesitant probing of tongues, so unlike the aggressive invasion so often experienced with men.

We went upstairs, my boyfriend trailing silently behind. He knew enough not to be pushy, never pushy. He was always just.. there, right when you needed him. We entered the hotel room, spacious, luxurious, and I gently pushed her backwards on to the bed, kissing her all the way. I let my hands slowly skim up her legs, and deliberately lifted up the hem of her dress, giving her time to protest. She merely smiled up at me, and beckoned me with her hand. I came willingly, and she covered me with her light, sweet kisses. I stripped her of her skintight strappy dress, and quickly shrugged out of my own. Starting at her mouth, I worked my way down, kissing and licking her neck, the hollows of her collarbone, down the middle of her chest. I gently sucked at her nipples, and then gently swirled my tongue around the pretty little tips. I worked my way further down, and soon I was at just the right place.

I kissed her soft, flat belly, as I stripped her thong off, and was treated with a pretty little kitty, bare of hair except for a little triangle on top. Rose let out a whoosh, as I licked my lips to wet them, and gently, slowly, deliberately lowered myself down to eye level. For a moment, I merely breathed. I could smell her intoxicatingly feminine scent, and I wanted her to feel my breath on her most sensitive parts. And then, I gave her lips one long lick. She jolted, and her hand reached down to grab me. I paused, and looked up. Seeing no discomfort on her face, I resumed to my licking. I alternated between long slow licks up and down, to slow, furious flicks of the tongue, to gentle suckling, and reveled in her taste. She tasted salty, but sweet. And she was oh... so wet. I paused for a minute, to give my jaw and tongue a rest. (I am now, incredibly impressed with you men with the infallible stamina of the tongue.) She let out a tiny whimper, and looked down to see what I was up to. I waited until she caught my eye. I wanted her to see what was coming next.

I moved as if I were in slow motion. I raised two fingers to my mouth, and put them in my mouth, wetting them. Preparing them. Making sure she was still looking at me, I gently inserted one finger, and then the second. Rose's pretty little mouth opened on an "o," and she let her head fall back again. I felt her clench around my fingers, tight, warm, and wet and moved my fingers back and forth. In and out. God, she was wet. I bent down again to lick her button gently as I entered her again and again. I could feel her bucking, feel her moans, feel her getting wetter and wetter as she tensed and relaxed her body against mine. I put my free hand on her belly to hold her in place- it was getting harder to aim while she bucked under me. Her moans grew louder and faster, and with one long moment, she froze, gasping, arched. I immediately lessened my intensity, slowing down my fingers and tongue, and after a few shudders, she sank back into the mattress, sweaty and sweet.

I grinned, crawled up to her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand on the way, and anchored myself with my elbow, resting above her, and kissed her firmly. I felt her small, soft hands on my back, and then a larger, rougher hand on my shoulder. Without looking up, I whispered to her a question, and she looked up at me and asked, "Would you like that?" I nodded and grinned, and she smiled a shy yes in return. I looked up at my boyfriend, the poor thing, hard and horny, and smiled.

"Your turn."