The touch of my finger tip to the bulb of inspiration. That sudden gasp that I feel every time I touch it. Taking a deep breath as my finger tip starts to rotate around my clit. Letting the meditation comfort me in my time of need. Speeding up as my breath is getting weaker. As my gasps becuming more sporadic. As I felt like my holes, both of them are going to cut off anything trying to escape from them!
Shivering as I cum down from my sexual high. Cuming down back into my body, back into… Opening my eyes as I peered out towards this person who has cum for my advice, my tender loving relationship that I know will involve her… “Just what in the hell am I saying?” Scolding myself on confusing my old self, my teenage self who used to sneak out after dark to fraternize with the town after lights out was called for by the temple.
“Um” chewing on my bottom lip. “What do you want with me…” leaving the question hanging in the open air. My finger tip is still working on round two cause the first round only brought us closer together.
The feeling of her hand. As our tits touched. Not a mere meeting or a brush against butt a definite touch. One that I am waiting for again and again. Looking into her eyes. So deep did I travel. So far down into her soul that the only thing I could see is the way her kiss. Not some peck on the cheek. Butt a full deep throat moment!
Recoiling from my surprise, from my fear of being called a heresy by my temple sisters. Recoiling because all I really wanted is to be bedded by this goddess persona and brought to utopia where an orgasm cums every second. “May I help you” looking over this goddess bod. Using my eyes to feel her. To feel her every breath. To feel her softness of those breasts. To feel the firmness of her inner thighs!
As my eyes clear I must be the only one who would believe this nonsense about there being only one. I mean look at this society of big tittied women who would rather bring that moment of happiness to your life. Shaking my head as she touched me!
It felt like a dream on top of a dream. To feel her touch, to feel her warmth, to feel her… Just then, realizing what this must look like. Me a temple priestess recoiling as this lady puts her hand on my upper arm. Looking at the ground, now unable to look into her eyes. Struggling with my next sentence as it squeak out. “I. I am sorry for my behavior” taking a steading breath.
That moment of horror. That moment of abandonment struck me like the fool that I am. Butt her feet? They are still standing there right in front of me? Should I look, should I lift my head? Should I run in terror back to… Where?
Trembling even worse now. I could feel it, she could see it! “Oh Goddess give me strength to look into this woman’s eyes” I silently muttered. After my plea to one of the many Goddesses. Maybe, yes, maybe one of them will take pity on a soul like mine.
Lifting my head to face this unnerving woman. This creature who can smell my fear and is ready to take me down! Lifting my head, sweeping my eyes up her body. Taking pause on her pussy butt only for a brief moment. Dragging my eyes the rest, rest of the… “My Goddess” I swore! Reaching out to touch, going against everything I was taught just so I could make myself believe.
Cupping the side of her breast. Using my own fear against me as my hand embraced her tit! From this point I could not feel anything that was not touching her boob. I could not even feel her hand as it touched my face. Pulling my eyes up to hers. Pushing her lips to mine!
No this could not be happening!? Could it? My life had just begun as a temple priestess and right now I could not care less about the path that was laid out before me.
Inhaling her scent. Taking her lips against mine. Opening my mouth just so I could feel her tongue! Opening my mouth so I could get entangled with her tongue! Holding it, bare skin against bare skin. Feeling the drip of her own saliva as our tongues intertwined around each other.
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