Pleasures of Friends

Pleasures of Friends
By Silky

Anna and I spent a lot of time together, since we were both interested in the arts at school, while Tina was sort of a loner, and spent a lot of time working on the computer at school. We were all great friends and would often go out together, going from bar to bar, having a great time, only to get up the next morning to go to classes. I knew that they would be back at the apartment waiting for me to get home, to see if I wanted to go out for the night, but I was too tired. I'd have to tell them that they'd have to wait until tomorrow evening, for me. At least I didn't have to work tomorrow. When I got to the apartment, I noticed that Tina's back pack was sitting just inside the door. Maybe she was planning to head to the computer lab for the evening. I glanced down the hallway and noticed that Anna's bedroom light was on, but the rest of the apartment was dimly lit. I went over to put my purse on the table and check the answering machine for any messages that might have been left for me, when I noticed some moaning coming from Anna's room. Then I heard Tina talking, but I couldn't understand what was being said.

Loving Sisters

Loving Sisters
By Silky

I was eighteen, and had just started to become aware of my sexuality. My mother had explained the "facts of life" to me when I started having my period, so I understood the mechanics of sex, but she had never hinted that sex might be in any way pleasurable. Certainly not for females. I had discovered masturbation on my own, but I didn't really associate it with sex, though I indulged myself nearly every night. I had just started being interested in boys, and I had started vaguely thinking about penises when I rubbed myself at night. Natalie, my sister, had just turned twenty; she was two and a half years older than me. I think that the reality of her arranged marriage was starting to sink in, as we are of the Muslim faith, and she was starting to rebel. She used to remove her face scarf at school, and I knew for a fact that she had kissed boys.

It was a Saturday night. Our classmates were all out cruising, or eating french fries, or hanging out, or doing whatever teenagers do on Saturday nights. We had just finished evening prayers and our parents were watching television downstairs. My sister and I had been sent to bed. (Imagine! Being sent to bed at ten o'clock on a Saturday night at age twenty. Natalie had good reason to rebel.) I had gone to bed like a good little girl, and had been rubbing my slippery little slit for the last half hour. I would tease myself, bringing myself close to orgasm, and then backing off. I liked to see how long I could stand to do this before I made myself cum. My fingers were rubbing my clitoris and I was getting close to the point of no return when I realized that someone was standing in the open door. I stopped with my heart in my throat and lay as still as a mouse. I knew that I sometimes made noises, and I was scared that my parents had found me out, as they were very strict in every way of our lives.

I Love You

I love to see you smile and I love knowing that I caused that smile.
I love to see you happy and I love knowing that I caused that happiness.
I love to look into your beautiful eyes and I love the way I fall into them.
I love it when you hold my hand and I love having the courage to grab and hold yours.
I love to tease and torment you and I love it when you tease and torment me.
I love it when you touch me and I love to touch you.
I love rediscovering how beautiful you are each time I see you and I love realizing how attractive you make me feel.
I love wanting so badly to kiss you and I love the way you want to take things slow.
I love the fact that you still want to be my friend and I love that I want to be yours.
I love so many things about you but the most important thing is:

I Love you!

Insatiable

Insatiable,

The passion of us being unable to resist each other,
The endless craving in my crotch for the moistness that is you,
The hunger of my lips wanting to taste you,
The pull of my arms to hold you...to pull you....to me,
Insatiable,
The unquenchable desires,
The messaging of your soft flesh,
The tender kisses and soft caresses that make you whimper and moan,
Insatiable,
The very thought of you that makes me lust for your touch,
Insatiable,
Me wanting to be deep inside of you,
Our bodies thrashing,
Drinking from the cup of forbidden desires,
Unleashing the primal lust that we keep hidden in the dark corners of our minds,
The sounds of your submitting to the dark pleasures that overtake you,
Your orgasmic cries of fulfillment as we climax together as one,
The moon smiles as she pours her radiance upon our bodies,
She knows the night is young...and that our cries of forbidden pleasure will continue until the sun appears.........
And Beyond