Shower secrets: sofia's vogue journey & a bold new angle

Fresh out of the shower, I walked into the room, a towel working the wetness from my hair. Sofia was sprawled across the sofa, flipping through the newest Vogue magazine. Naked but for a pair of knickers, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her. “Whatcha looking at?” I asked as I wrapped the towel around my hair like a turban. I walked towards her and looked at the pages over her shoulder as she showed me images captured by her mentor. She’d been on set for this shoot, although her role was to keep the photographer’s coffee filled and phone answered. She pointed to different models, telling me how nice this woman was or how difficult that one was. While I tried to pay attention to what she was saying, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her face. She absolutely glowed, and I could tell how excited she was to have been a part of something that took centre stage in a magazine like Vogue.

“I’m so proud of you,” I said, sitting down beside her, running my fingers along the edge of her collarbone. Sofia laughed. “I was a glorified answering-machine-slash-coffee-table.” “I don’t care what glorified thing you were,” I said as my fingers migrated to her breasts, barely touching her skin, “I still think you’re amazing.” She reached out and lifted my chin slightly, bringing my mouth a fraction closer to hers. Her fingers laced through mine. “Now, I know why I like having you around so much.” I laughed and, as her gaze went back to the glossy sheets, I released her hand and bent my lips to her neck. “And here I thought you liked having me around because of the things I can do with my mouth.”

The tip of my tongue tickled the spot where her neck and shoulder met. She smiled and leaned in, “Well, the oral skills do help.” She giggled and kissed me, her lips lingering. Breaking away, I stood. “I’m about to remind you what it is about my skills that you love so much,” I said with a smile. I moved behind her and leaned down, my hands drifting around the outer edge of each breast. My tongue parted her lips for a kiss. It didn’t take long before she tossed the magazine aside, the towel fell from my head, and we found ourselves breathless. I ran my hands up and down her tummy, her skin soft and smooth against my own. I suddenly wanted every part of her in my mouth. HEX

Climbing over boundaries

Hex climbing over the sofa, I journeyed down her body, which allowed Sofia to take my nipple between her lips. Her tongue flicked against its sensitive tip. I stayed there a moment, letting the sensations spread through my centre. But I wouldn’t be deterred from my mission. I crawled further down her body, and Sofia’s attention drifted over my belly as I focused on her pussy. My hand reached out, slipped under the waistband of her lace knickers, where I found her vulva puffy and wet. I groaned against the flesh of her stomach. I wanted her so fucking bad.

My fingers slid up and down her silkiness as her lips parted for me. Needing to taste her, I dropped to her pussy and pressed my lips against her warm skin. Sofia played with the band of my knickers, and I sank down onto her as I moved her pants to the side, looking at the beauty of her exposed lips. I reached out and gave her clitoris a big, long lick. Settling into a 69 position, Sofia wasn’t wasting any time. Her mouth was all over me, lapping at my labia, teasing my clit, and finally, drawing the glans between her lips and into her hot little mouth. It felt so good, I stopped and soaked in the pleasure of it. I moved against her, pushing my clit deeper into her sultry warmth. Her hands, one on each of my arse cheeks, pulled my lips further apart. I rode her face and, when she dipped lower, she teased the opening of my vulva, making me groan. I rode her harder, my eyes closed, my world centred on nothing but my clit and Sofia and the magical exchange that was going on between them.

Beyond the glamour shots

A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I fell forward, coming to lay on Sofia’s stomach. Wanting her more than ever, I pulled her pants aside. My fingers quickly found her clitoris. Pushing my pussy into her face, I dipped my head down to taste her. I swirled her clit while Sofia took the whole of my sex into her mouth. It was all too much. I pulled away from her vulva and rocked against her in ecstasy, my body convulsing. My fingers moved on Sofia’s clitoris, rubbing fast and hard as I continued to buck against her, taking all the pleasure I could from her. It felt so good, I stopped and soaked in the pleasure of it. As the waves started to subside, her lips left my pussy and dotted chaste kisses across my thighs. When I finally felt stable, I crawled off of Sofia and knelt in front of her. Taking her face in both my hands, my head lowered to hers before devouring her in a kiss. She tasted of me, and it was such a fucking turn-on. I needed to taste her again.

My lips broke from Sofia’s, and I trekked down her body, leaving kisses in my wake. I reached for her hips, hooked my fingers into her knickers, and slid them off. Kneeling between her legs, I leaned forward, bringing first one nipple and then the other into my mouth. They beaded into hard peaks. Not able to help myself, I nipped them between my teeth. Sofia cooed, making the cutest damn sounds — noises that made my stomach flutter and my pussy ache. I lowered myself between her thighs and dipped my face to her wetness. One, two, three big licks from top to bottom, then I surrounded her clitoris, drawing it between my lips. My eyes closed, I made love to her pussy with my mouth and tongue, taking in each fold, not able to get enough, the flavour of her, full of musky sweetness, was intoxicating. No noises radiated my consciousness, and I looked up. Propped on her elbows, Sofia watched me, moans escaping her lips as she tried not to thrust into my mouth. Her hand reached behind my head, wanting more but trying not to force it. My tongue pushed harder against her as I reached my hand towards her breast, my thumb rubbing over the hardness of her nipple. Her hand covered mine, pushing me against her, her head falling to the pillows behind her. I sat up and kissed her. She traced my lips, licking juices from my mouth. Related Story Read ‘Luncheon’ — a lesbian erotic fiction

Playfully, I pushed Sofia back to the sofa and returned to my place between her thighs. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I returned my attention to her dripping pussy. Before long, one hand was on my head, the other squeezing her breast as she tried to hold back from rocking against my face. She’d get me moving, then break to tease me with her tongue, refusing to let me reach my crest. She continued teasing me with her fingers and tongue. Before long, she had me thrusting against the air, wanting all that she was giving me and more. I wanted… No, I needed to make this woman cum. I needed to feel her body explode around my fingers, to taste her juices as they sprang from her depths. filadendron

No longer holding back, I pushed my fingers deeper, curling them in and up to hit that special spot that I knew would have her writhing in seconds. As I lowered my lips to her clitoris, her hand held my head in place, ensuring I wouldn’t leave. I continued to fuck her, keeping pace. My fingers pounded into her pussy, pleasing her G-spot. I drew her clitoris between my lips and sucked, flicking its tip. That was what she needed. Her body stiffened, then started to shake, her eyes closed. She called out as her hips lifted under my mouth, and her pussy convulsed around my fingers. I gripped her hips tighter, pulling her closer. Sofia’s other hand pinched her nipple, and her head fell back, her body rocking with the force exerted on her pussy. “God, Toni,” she said, sitting up and leaning in for a kiss. Pulling her lips from mine, she whispered: “I’ve never fucked anyone in the arse before. That was pretty amazing.”