Sapphic Voices Erotica

A Hard Night

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

After a hellacious day at work I called Christina to tell her to get ready for me…. I was on my way home. When she picked up the phone it sounded like her day was a whole lot better than mine. She asked, “How was your day, hun?” I replied, “It’s a long story,” not wanting to relive the shitty moments of the day. Chris was always so calm and sweet, wanting to make every problem I had go away. She started to ask more questions about the day, but I cut her off and told her I didn’t want to discuss it right now. Still sounding cheerful, Chris hung up the phone and said, “I’ll be waiting for you.” I had called to prepare her for my terrible mood, but she sounded like she was preparing for something else. Being best friends before lovers, we had a great relationship. The only difference between our two personalities was how we handled stress. She always opened up wanting to talk about everything and I wanted to bottle everything up trying to forget about it.

The whole way home I was dreading the arrival home. I knew I would hurt her feelings not wanting to tell her about my day and that was something I hated doing. When I walked through the front door I could smell candles burning. I thought to myself, “This is exactly what I need…. a night to relax.” I didn’t see her in the kitchen, which was kind of weird considering the short conversation we had earlier.

Every time she sensed that I was in one of my moods she was always at the door waiting for me to walk through so she could hug and kiss me trying to make me feel better. I walked into the den and began to sit down on the couch. As I was sitting down I looked towards the stairs and saw her standing at the top dressed in a pair of her black lace boy-cut underwear with a matching bra. Every time she wore this, it always turned me on in a matter of seconds…. She knew this was one of my weaknesses. Considering I had just had one of the worst days of my life, I was not in the mood to do anything besides relaxing on the couch. She had a smirk on her face and I could tell she was ready to go. All I could say was, “You look nice,” then I continued to lie down on the couch…. Not my usual reaction. Any other time I would not say one word; just approach her and ravish her. In this instance, it was very weird. It’s not everyday that you could turn down a woman standing in front of you with a body and face like hers wanting nothing more than to give her whole self to you. I could tell I made her feel like shit by the way she quickly grabbed her silk black robe and came down the stairs to sit by me with an annoyed look on her face. I tried to avoid the comments I knew were coming. She first asked, “So your day was really that bad?” I said, “Can’t you tell,” I tried not to sound so bitchy, but it came out as exactly that. I was trying my hardest not to sound irritated, but it seemed like every single question or comment that she made was driving me insane and I could not hold it in any longer. I finally said, “Can you not see that I don’t want to do anything with you right now…. That I just want to be by myself.” I regretted the words before I finished spitting them out at her. You could see the hurt in her eyes immediately and she turned and went up the stairs to our bedroom without saying one word to me. I don’t know what pissed me off more, the fact that she wouldn’t fight with me or the fact that I was so stupid and caught up in my own selfishness that I just turned her down so cold. She was only concerned about me and was trying to take my mind off of the day I had. After a few minutes of kicking myself in the ass, I made my way up to our bedroom. Feeling really bad about earlier, I wanted to apologize and make up for the way I had acted. After all, she may have had a bad day too, and wanted to make her day better by being with me. As I entered the bedroom, I saw her lying in our bed facing away from me. I made my way to where I could see her face. When I knelt down in front of her I placed my hand on her leg and started moving it up the path I knew so well. She turned her head to look at me straight in the eyes and said, “Go fuck yourself!” That put the icing on the cake.

Being the bitch I can be I said, “Well I was going to fuck you, but since you put it that way, maybe I will.” I started to walk out of the room when a lamp slammed into the wall right beside my head.

“Shit!!” I yelled, never seeing this side of her. As soon as I had turned around my face was slapped to the side. Registering what just happened I looked at her in disbelief. All I could mutter out was, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She had never shown a mean side at all and now here was this person I’ve never seen before that just threw a lamp at my head and slapped the shit out of me. I think Chris shocked herself at what just happened. We stood looking at each other for a second before she tried to slap me again. I caught her arm right before she slapped me again. I spun her around and slung her against the wall.

I asked her, “What in the hell is going on?” She stood there still and awestruck at the question I just asked her. Not knowing what to say next, I grabbed behind her neck and shoved my lips to hers. As I broke for air, she looked at me and punched me in the mouth. That’s when I slapped her for the first time. She then grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled my lips to meet hers. Hearing buttons hit the wall; I looked down to see that my shirt had been ripped open. I began tearing at her robe and with a couple of tugs and pulls, I had her naked. I picked her up pushing her harder against the wall and wrapping her legs around my waist as her back helped to brace us. I knew every inch of her body so well, yet it felt like someone I had never put my hands on before. As I began kissing down her neck I took her soft, pillowy breasts and began massaging them softly. Her skin was so warm it felt like she was melting in my hands.

The taste of her skin was like powdered sugar and I couldn’t get enough of it. While I was teasing myself with the taste of her, I noticed Christina’s look of shock on her face, but moaned ever so sweetly…. Letting me know the last thing she wanted me to do was stop. While breathing heavily, she licked her lips as she watched me devour her slowly.

As if she knew what a treat it was for me to taste her. Trailing kisses back up her neck she tugged on my hair forcing me to look up at her. As soon as our eyes met she devoured my lips with her own and cast a dizzy spell on me. As much as I was enjoying her lips on mine there were other parts of our bodies that needed attention. I took her off the wall and laid her down in the floor. When I laid her down she flipped me over straddling my hips. Before deciding if I really liked the idea of her taking the control from me, she grabbed me by my wrists and raising my arms above my head with one hand, she grabbed the sash from her silk black robe and tied my wrists together, making me her prisoner of love. I tried to get free from her restraint, but as soon as she saw my sneaky intentions she slapped again across my bare cheek. Caught in a daze all I could do was admire this beautiful dominatrix that I seemed I had only just met. I could feel a warm wetness traveling from her sensuous mound all the way down to my aching slit. She looked down at me, giggled slightly and asked, “What do you want bitch?”

A look of surprise came over my face never hearing these words come out of her mouth before. Wanting to be as daring as she I replied, “What do you got?” A devilish grin formed on her face and I could tell that was exactly what she wanted to hear. She made her way down to my hard, erect nipples and took one into her mouth, sucking and biting hard. The sensation was painful, yet I wanted more. She began planting kisses and sucking her way down my stomach dipping her tongue into my navel along the way. The closer she got to my moist center, the harder it was to keep control of every part of me. She ran her tongue from my navel to each side of my inner thighs and wherever her tongue had landed she blew softly causing a cool rush to flow over me. Just her doing that I was prepared to do whatever she asked for, for the rest of my life. After nibbling a bit on my fleshy folds, she parted them with her fingers allowing her tongue full access to my very being. She began flicking my clit with the tip of it. And at that moment, it was all I could do to keep from screaming. Hearing her moan while tasting me, made it even harder. Seeing the yearning on my face for her to finish she lunged two fingers deep inside of me in and out, harder and harder with each stroke. All the while still nibbling on my swollen clit. Not being able to hold back the built up aggression, longing, and pure waves of ecstasy I was experiencing, I burst forth in her mouth like water through a hole in a damn. She was amazing, already prepared to drink every drop. Breathless and completely unglued, without warning I sat up ripped the sash from my wrist, and laid her down before me ready to embark on the same adventure she had just taken. Nipples erect, and legs invitingly spread eagle, she was ready to be my tour guide. Starting at the tip of her toes and running upward, I ran my fingertips ever so softly on her velvet skin. Planting kisses behind her knees and up the inside of her thighs. I could feel my tongue throbbing from the inside impatiently awaiting the sweet taste of her aching pussy. As soon as my tongue reached her hot swollen nub, I thought I was going to lose it again just sipping on this human desert before me. After giving her hard clit my undivided attention, my tongue plunged deep inside her.

In and out, hard and fast. I could feel her thighs tighten around my head. I knew she wasn’t going to hold out much longer. This assumption was finalized when I felt her fingernails dig in the back of my skull and she threw her head back screaming my name. I drank her nectar like a bee from a flower, being sure to indulge in every last drop as if she was the last flower on the earth. We both rose from the floor to the bed holding each other, nuzzled up in each other’s embrace. I knew then that no matter how bad things were at times in our lives; as long as I had Chrissy I had it all. She looked up at me from our embrace with an expression as if she could read my mind and smiled ever so sweetly as if in agreement. This is where we belong.

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