Sapphic Voices Erotica

The Lighthouse

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

I glanced at my watch as I stepped onto the wet sand--3 am. The beach was empty, except for a few scavenging seagulls. The wind had picked up and there was a slight chill in the air. The midnight sky had no illumination, except for the faint light shed by the quarter moon. The sound of the crashing waves could easily have lulled me back to sleep as they beat their rhythmic song over and over again on the sand. But I would not allow it. I was here for a reason.

I walked north along the shore for about a quarter mile, drawn by that compelling force that called to me night after night. The solitary journey only intensified the stabbing sense of isolated loneliness that tortured me every day, yet I was powerless to resist. I had to see it. It was there, waiting for me...calling me.

The shoreline took a sharp left curve. My eyes followed to the black hill in the distance. I stopped, breathless, to admire the object of my compulsion. The brilliant light it broadcast for miles out into the open sea displayed its awesome outline.

The lighthouse repelled those at sea, yet, paradoxically, like a ship searching for a safe harbor, it’s drawing voice rang in my mind over and over again to come closer...closer. I'd lived in this area for approximately 3 years, and nightly for the last 5 months, I would visit this spot, listening to its silent cry. And each night I would return to my bed filled with even more loneliness and confusion as to what invisible power continued to flood my mind and entice me on this seemingly pointless voyage. But not tonight.

My determined pace carried me on to the base of the hill where the lighthouse stood. I gazed up at the weathered structure, wondering how many others have heeded it inaudible siren, drawing each to the same destination. I turned to see the shifting path I had just traveled. The dark, vacant, unstable sands were a poignant portrayal of my entire existence; the roar of the waves a demonstration of the constant battering loneliness in my heart, each wave stealing part of my life and carrying it off to the deep, dark depths. Each day a small part of my heart and dreams of love were eroded and ebbed away until now there were nearly none left.

I was startled by a slight shuffling sound, turning my attention once again once again to the lighthouse. There on the balcony, back dropped by the brilliant light beaming through the windowpane, was a woman. She was ivory of complexion and her hair was like golden sunlight. Her small hands grasped the hand railing as she drowsily stared out into the black sea. She held her full mouth slightly open seductively and a faint sigh escaped her lips as she looked toward the ground. Her expression exhibited a combination of sleepiness, confusion and hopelessness.

I didn't want to, but my first instinct was to hide. If she knew I was here it may frighten her. She was such an angel of beauty to me. I could have stood there in the shadows and watched her forever. I turned to escape behind some nearby bushes but before I could conceal myself she called to me. "Stop. Please don't go." Our eyes locked on each other's. Her beautiful dark eyes held me completely motionless. We held our silent positions for what seemed forever, yet actually was only moments. She motioned for me to come closer. I took a few steps towards her. She signaled for me to venture to the back of the lighthouse, near the door. Without hesitation I obeyed.

Waves of anticipation, excitement and heat flooded my body as I approached the door. I entered the fenced yard and as I drew near it the door opened and she stood before me. Her beauty left me speechless. We stood there motionless, silent, staring at each other. Her piercing brown eyes cut through me, as if she had always known me...the real me...the me I keep hidden...and I wanted to crawl inside.

I started to speak, but before I could utter a word her warm tender lips were pressed against mine, softly at first, then becoming more urgent. My arms automatically found there way around her warm body and pulled her close to me, my own mouth surprisingly hungry for hers. She pulled back just long enough to smile, take my hand and lead me into the lighthouse.

The interior of the lighthouse was glowing with lit candles. Just as I stepped inside the door, I noticed a bed showered with rose petals had been invitingly prepared. Instantly she pushed me onto the bed and flung herself on top of me. "What took you so long?” she whispered, as her hands crawled all over my body, touching, exploring, and ripping off my clothes in a fury of passion. I could feel my hot, wet tension growing as her probing mouth explored my neck, ears and breasts while her skillful hand methodically stroked back and forth between my legs. Our tongues were intertwined in a teasing dance and I heard myself moan lightly as she slipped her fingers inside me. I could feel her hand become wet with my love juices as she stroked in and out of me, back and forth, and around and around my clitoris until my hips were moving rhythmically in time with her thrusting and twirling fingers. Her mouth journeyed from one breast to the other savagely as her caress took me higher and higher on the ladder to ecstasy. I was unable to think at this point--only feel, and I groaned loudly in an explosion from deep within me that scattered sensations of light, tingly fingers up to the top of my head and to the tips of my toes. A tremor shook my body and I just lay there, trembling beneath her, enraptured in the flood of hot, wet, blinding orgasms she showered over my body again and again.

Feeling spent, yet supernaturally energized, I clasped her wrists and rolled over on top of her, pinning her arms over her head onto the floor. My mouth devoured her neck and throat with a barrage of hard, sucking kisses as I straddled her. I could feel her hips pressing upward, grinding against me. Her breathing was hard, her cheeks and neck flushed a bright cherry red. Her lips were ablaze, my tongue probing and thrusting in and out of her mouth. I felt as well as heard a deep groan escape her throat as I cupped each breast, stroking each nipple to hard arousal. Her dark erect love buds were too tempting for me to dismiss and a quickly latched onto one, nearly enveloping her whole breast in my mouth. Insatiable, I sucked and caressed her breasts, until she was nearly delirious, begging for more of my love.

My still hot, wet love box was able to detect her steamy pulsating wetness. We continued in this position, riding each other into waves of passion. When I sensed she was ready to go further and reach the end of our tide, I plunged one hand into her hot slit, causing us both to gasp with aching delight. I stroked and messaged her in slower, then faster circular motions, bringing her closer and closer to the pinnacle of her excitement.

At the end of the bed, near the door, was a pile of unused, unwrapped candles. With my free hand I rummaged through the pile until I found one of desired length and girth. Holding it firmly at the flat end, I buried the rounded end deeply inside her. She cried out and grabbed me by my neck, pulling my lips back to her beautifully rounded inviting breasts.

I started with long, slow strokes, teasing her slippery love slit. With each thrust she was taking more and more of the candle until I nearly put the whole thing inside her. I changed my rhythm to quick short strokes, each one bringing her closer and closer to a full blown hot, wet eruption. When I was sensed she was ready to cum I once again repeated my long deep stroking action, pounding her harder and harder, deeper and deeper, faster and faster, over and over again. She cried out, pulling me violently on top of her again, as her hot wet pussy burst forth in a flood of sweet steamy wetness. Panting, we both lay with our naked bodies wound up together; not knowing where one of us ended and the other began.

For what seemed like forever we just lay there, covered in rose petals. My eyes were closed and I was wondering if this was all some unbelievably real dream. I could feel her soft fingers stroking my feet and legs. When I opened my eyes, her beautiful face assured me of reality. Her big brown eyes were filled with such love and acceptance. They bored their way into a place deep inside of me I never knew existed, causing rivers of emotion to flow rapidly inside me. The smile on her sweet mouth just melted me inside. I attempted to speak. "Where did you..." but her tender soft lips covered mine.

"I've been waiting," she whispered. She must have recognized the look of confusion on my face. She smiled and continued her story. "I've been so incredibly lonely in my life, I don't know how I really have survived this long. I didn't think I would ever find my soul mate...the one. So about a year and a half ago I moved here to make a fresh start in my life, look for new and better things." I listened intently, slowly running my fingers over her full soft lips. "Then one night I was standing on the beach and this compelling sense of purpose fell on me. I had to visit the lighthouse. So every night for the last 5 months I have been here. Something just kept drawing me...calling to me. Each night I walk south along the beach to this lighthouse, climb to the balcony and wait." She paused just long enough to lower her lips to mine.

She nestled down next to me, her head on my chest. Our hearts absorbed each other as we held each other in the soft glow of the candlelight. Her soul had met mine in an explosion of realization and recognition we had neither experienced before...the acceptance and love we had both always longed for but never had. "Tonight the feeling was stronger than it has ever been. And now I realize that it wasn't really the lighthouse that was calling to me, my love. It was you."


For JDQ
November 11, 2002

Only yours
DMC

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