My partner Michelle and I have been together now for around five years. We met in college when we both played for the intramural women's lacrosse league, albeit on different teams. We found that we had many things in common, including our preference for women, hooked up and have been together ever since.
I'm what most would consider to be fairly butch. I'm 5 foot 4 inches tall with small breasts and an athletic build. I wear my hair short with a buzz-cut up the back. I've never though of myself as especially pretty. Michelle, on the other hand, is gorgeous. Slim and beautiful with luxurious blonde hair that I love to run through my fingers for hours on end.
Michelle and I go out a lot, especially to the more estrogen-friendly bars here in town. But every so often, we'll make a point to stay in and just enjoy each other. Last Friday was just one night.
I arrived home from work at about 6:30 to find our apartment completely dark and the only light shining from a pair of candles on the dining room table. Michelle was sitting there, dressed in a beautiful pale-blue silk dress. Dinner was ready and there was a bottle of wine and two empty glasses waiting for me at the table.
"When you called from work, I thought you might be tired when you got home," Michelle said. "I thought you'd like to stay in tonight."
I sat down in the chair next to my beautiful lover. "That sounds wonderful," I said, forgetting the plans to meet friends downtown for drinks. "What about Mary and Cynthia?" I asked, pouring myself a glass of wine.
"I called them and said we couldn't make it," replied Michelle. "We're going to meet them tomorrow night."
I sipped the wine from my glass and the warmth of the alcohol spread throughout my body. I rolled the pasta onto my fork and ate slowly and delicately, savoring the flavor. Across the table from me, Michelle did the same. We talked about my day, how the clients were driving me batty and how I couldn't wait for our vacation; we planned on spending a week at a mountain cabin far from the reaches of civilization.
We finished our meal and I stood up to clear the dishes. Michelle stopped me. She looks so beautiful in that silk dress; like a movie star of old: my own private glamorous Lizabeth Scott, Martha Vickers or Veronica Lake. "Go ahead and take a shower," she purred at me. "I'll take care of the dishes."
I walked into the bathroom as Michelle began gathering the dishes and taking them into the bathroom. In an instant I was naked and the warmth of the water was pounding into my tired muscles. I washed my hair, soaped myself off and got out of the shower to dry myself off. I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into the bedroom.
Michelle was standing there waiting for me. The lights were off and the room was illuminated only by candles on the dresser. Her blonde hair shone in the dim light. She moved over to me and took my wrist firmly in her hand. She walked around me, pulling my hand behind my back as she did so. She reached around and took my other hand, also pulling it behind my back. The next thing I knew, she tied them together securely with a long velvet ribbon.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Michelle nibbled on my neck, just below my ear. "Why don't you just shut up," she purred. Then she pulled the towel off of my body, leaving me naked in the middle of our bedroom.
"I think I'm in the mood to fuck," Michelle said, emphasizing the word.
She walked around to stand in front of me. In the reflection of the light off her hair and off the silk of her dress, she looked angelic. She reached out and grabbed one of my nipples, grasping it between thumb and forefinger.
"I think I'm in the mood to fuck, and I don't think you're going to say anything about it," she said, again stressing the word "fuck." Her eyes were hard as steel and there was no emotion in her face. "Is that clear?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," I replied quietly. I was moist between my legs.
Michelle began unbuttoning the front of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. Button by button was unfastened until the dress hung open all the way to the top of her pubic area. Michelle reacehd out and grabbed my head, pulling me over so that my face was pressed up against her chest. Michelle didn't say anything; I knew what to do. I opened my mouth and began kissing and sucking at her nipple. I wanted to touch her, to feel her beautiful breasts underneath my fingers, but with my hands secured behind me, I couldn't. I tried to make up for it by licking and sucking Michelle's breasts like I know she likes. Her hands dropped from my head and I began alternating from one breast to the other, licking and sucking, drawing her nipples into my mouth where I gently played them with my teeth. My knees were growing weak and I was so wet that I thought my own juices would flow down my legs.
Michelle then stepped back away from me. I moved to follow her but stopped dead in my tracks under the pressure of an icy glare from her beautiful blue eyes. I looked down at the floor in apology.
The rest of the buttons of Michelle's dress were undone, revealing Michelle's entire torso. She wasn't wearing underwear. She approached me again, putting her hand on my shoulders and pushing me down onto my knees. She spread her legs, took my head in her hands and pulled it into the cleft between her legs. I pushed my tongue out into the top of her valley, tonguing her clitoris. Then I pushed back into the entrance of her vagina and tasted her. She tasted delicate and tangy and wonderful. I circled her opening, running my tongue up and down her outer and inner lips before I delicately pushed it into her. I could feel her entire body spasm as I entered her with my tongue. As I moved back up to her clit and put as much pressure as I could on it, she shuddered and I knew she was coming.
Her orgasm subsided as my mouth kissed her clitoris. She sighed and stepped back. She leaned over to kiss me, and our tongues danced. She smiled and moved to the bed. She sat down with her hips on the edge and her legs spread wide. I could see her body glistening with my saliva and her juices. The dress hung loosely around her. "Again," she said, coolly.
I shuffled over to her on my knees. I rested my head against her thigh and stared at her. Every inch of her was wet; she looked so beautiful.
"Again," Michelle said. There was a tint of unpleasantness and anger in her voice.
I began again, licking and lapping at her nether lips, pressing my face against the bulge of her mons. She threw her head back, her golden hair cascading all over the bed. I pressed my tongue against her clitoris and explored the valley and hills of the wonderful land that lies between her legs. My tongue was everywhere, my entire concentration on her wanting sex. Above me I heard her panting. Her hips began rocking against me as I began pushed my tongue into her opening. Her breath became more rapid and I knew her climax was imminent. I pressed and pushed, wanting to bring her to climax. My mouth was on fire, and I wanted noting more than for her to come. Finally I heard the hiss of a sharp intake of breath and I knew that her orgasm had arrived. I held my tongue against her sex as I felt it quiver and spasm.
Michelle sat up. "My knees are weak," she said deliriously. "I don't think I can come around and untie you."
I stood up and blew out the candles on the dresser, plunging the room into darkness. "That's OK," I said and walked over to the bed where Michelle weakly undid the ribbon holding my hands behind my back. I sat down on the bed next to Michelle and held her close to me, stroking her hair.