lesbian and confidential

I confess that:

When thinking Manuelita (not her real name) my hair bristles pubic, the only imagine his presence gives me a tingle in the stomach, feeling his breath about wet my sex. And if at this time leave the pen to touch my pussy, sure find my juices dripping on the edge of my vaginal entrance.

I think about it and it gives me goosebumps, I sink deeper into the mattress of my bed and my nipples get firm, now I can feel the outline of my halos, my breasts are straight, feel the cold navel but my belly is hot. I open my crotch to release my sex with all scrambled hair, I feel that with the action of opening my legs have also opened the skins of my vagina, feel like fish mouth.

All this produces a single thought of Manuela, I do not feel mistress of myself, I have no control over my body, just touching with my hands near my crotch makes hairs stir up my vagina.

To accommodate my hair, he ran a finger up and down and from my womb comes and blows me a discharge inside, my shock ends in a whimper drowning in my throat and my eyes are closed. Culminated imagining; the voice of Manuela, his breath, his eyes, his face very close to kissing me and do not want to open the eyes, I want to live and relive that image always just me and me.

This story is part of my digital booklet “Lesbian and confidential” to distribute it for free via e-mail, interested in full should only ask me to read: isabela.4102@gmail.com

Please only girls.