[Mimi]

Author's note: This tale is a lengthy denunciation of society's interpretation of what beauty is in a woman, and how one woman's own misconception of elegance is erotically altered for the sake of unconditional love. Readers are encouraged to be open-minded. And above all else, enjoy. After all, this is an erotic tale of romance and delight.

For as long as I can remember, my life and my cravings have always favored women. From my first serious relationship when I was in college, to even when I was a young girl, my mind was captivated by the appeal a woman had. I can even recall spending several nights in my room when I was younger, staring at women's fashion magazines and the enchanting allure of the models that graced each and every page.

Throughout my teens and high school years, I made as many friends with the more popular circles of girls. Not that I was a self-absorbed girl, but typically, the more pretty girls ran in the same circles, so I did all I could to be a part of that. I became a cheerleader, ran for student council, and was generally liked by my peers. I loved fashion and dressing up as any typical teenage girl would. But being a mixture of Latino and French caused me many self-identity crises, and the more I spent time with other girls, the more I became relaxed and comfortable in whom I was. Little did I know that I was placing the groundwork for a life full of exotic and erotic escapades.

In college, my body filled out to its naturally inclined size. Being blessed by my Spanish heritage, my bronzed flesh became quite curvy… my hips grew wide, as did my bust size. It took a couple of years of struggling with countless diets, but I eventually accepted my busty frame. And many of the girls I slept with throughout college favored my healthy breasts and curvaceous backside. I let my hair grow much longer than it did during high school, and by the time I graduated college, my dark hair fell right above the top slope of my ass. I fondly recall my 36c-24-38 measurements from wearing my awesome dress at my senior formal (which of course, I secretly took my girlfriend as my date).

Now flash forward to my early 30's. I'm happily working as a flight attendant for a major carrier, and living here in Chicago in an awesome condominium overlooking Lake Shore Drive in downtown. After college, I devoted many years to exploring myself in several different relationships with women. It was during this time, I discovered numerous fetishes and countless cravings I possessed. Luckily, each relationship brought something else out of me that I never knew existed. I discovered an abundant fixation for ass… became addicted to using strap-ons, beads, anything that would enhance the marvelous act of lovemaking between two women. From dating older women, to even dating a college student when I was 30, I welcomed many women into my empty arms. Not that I'm bragging by any means, but the experiences made me appreciate the art and prose of lovemaking, and the beauty each woman possesses. It became a thirst I couldn't quench. At times, I was nothing more than a wanton beast wanting to find it's next female victim for ravishing. I grew into a extremely sexual woman, always daring to push the envelope a little more… always wanting to push my tongue in a little deeper… bite just a bit more… open my heart just a tad.

My tastes spanned the horizons… from slender figured to the big beautiful women, old and young… as long as their heart was into the moment, I was in Nirvana. I happily accepted myself and who I was, yet still holding onto my profoundly fashionable, and very feminine nature.

And all that was about to be thrown out the window.

I just returned from a three-day schedule that had me in California and the southwest when I received a call from my dear friend who was a fashion photographer. I had just gotten out of the shower, and wrapped in my towel when the phone rang. Apparently, my photographer friend's young assistant had just quit, and left him without an assistant for an upcoming shoot he was hired to do over at the Ritz Carlton hotel. Having been his friend for over five years, he always called on me to fill in for these countless binds he would get in. I wanted nothing more than to spend my first night home bathing in my lavish new garden tub. Taking away one of my most beloved rituals made me quite caustic.

"Oh, come on Meredith!" Darryl begged.

"No!" I shot back.

"Darryl, I love ya, but this is my time." I replied.

"Look." He answered. "I'm making over five grand for this shoot. I'll give you one grand of that if you just help me this one time!"

"A grand, huh?" I said.

Now he had my attention. Usually, I'd be lucky enough to get room temperature entrees at one of his functions.

"Yea." He replied. "Plus, there's going to be a lot of hot women there, and I mean hot, sweetie."

"Oh, don't do that to me, you bastard." I replied.

I hated it when he would tempt me like one of his knuckle dragging male friends. But Darryl has always respected my homosexuality, and never interfered, even though he thinks that 'my body is great motivation for having children'.

"Sorry, sorry!" he answered.

I sighed, realizing he truly did need my help. Plus, I'm a sucker for hard luck cases… male or female.

"Okay, what time?" I said.

"Seven. I'll have a driver come and get you." He said, relieved that I had yielded to his request.

"Wait-what's the dress?" I asked quickly.

"Black tie." He answered.

"You owe me big time." Was all I said before hanging up.

I growled in frustration, mumbling as many obscenities about Darryl as I could as I made my way into my walk-in closet. It really wasn't all that bad considering I cherished every opportunity I could get to dress up. Plus, even though I got mad at Darryl for trying to tempt me with the 'hot women' tip, I selfishly kept that in mind as I picked out my dress for the evening.

"Black tie, eh" I murmured to myself as I found the dress that would do the trick.

My long black tube dress. Strapless, elegant and the material I just adore. It stretches to fit every curve of my body. And the slits up the side can give a quick glimpse of my tanned thighs to the wandering female eye… just in case. A nice diamond studded choker, and diamond earrings to match.

Later…

We arrived just before the main event. All I knew was that this was an exclusive worldwide modeling competition. Okay, I could handle that. Gawking all night at models from around the world wasn't so bad I suppose. But when I saw the various marketing materials around the entrance hall, I was appalled.

"Darryl, what the hell is this?" I demanded, pointing at one of the offensive ten-foot posters.

"What?" he asked with a moronic expression.

"This… this thing?" I angrily shot back, pointing out the barely clad woman on the poster.

There on the poster was a massive, fearless looking woman adorned with huge, billowing muscles on every part of her body. Granted, I was open minded about many things concerning women, but this was something I just couldn't get.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"This… this girl is a man!" I nearly shouted out.

"Keep it down, will ya? I'm getting paid a shit load for covering this." He said.

"You told me these women were 'hot'. You didn't say they were freaky looking Arnold Schwarzeneggers!!" I whispered with a most vehement voice.

"What? They are hot, Mimi! You of all people should appreciate that!" he replied.

I placed my hand on my forehead in repugnance. What on earth did I get myself into? I gave this up for a night in my sleek new marble garden tub?

"Just… just get away from me." I spoke in a flux, walking away from him.

This seriously turned me off. How could anyone organize, much less promote a show that displayed revolting women who looked like men? To me, this was just silly. Why would a woman do such a disgrace to her body? They were meant to be curvy and radiant for any man or woman to appreciate. This was something beyond anything I had ever known.

I stepped outside to gather my senses. There, I saw a couple having a smoke, and I quickly asked them for one with a flustered face. They happily agreed as a brief conversation was struck up.

"Pretty wild, eh?" asked the man.

"Yea, you could say that." I replied, taking a long puff.

Both the man and woman could tell I was not happy. Then Darryl rushed out to dispute my initial reaction.

"Mimi, come on. It's just a show. Don't freak out on me." He begged.

"You should have told me." I replied, almost blowing smoke in his face.

"I said they were hot, and I meant it. A lot of people here believe that, and you can't fault them for that." He continued.

"Do you think they're hot?" I asked with my arms crossed and eye brow crooked.

"Well… in a way, maybe they are… I don't know." He answered. "Yea, I think they are."

I huffed, spinning around from him as I took another drag. This was absurd. Darryl came around to face me.

"Come on, let's just go back in there and do the job. In two hours, it'll all be over with and you'll have a thousand bucks in your hand." He said, trying to soothe my apprehension.

"Oh great, make me sound like a whore." I said, knowing full well I didn't really mean it. I just wanted to get him fired up too.

"Jesus, Mimi…" he said, finally put out. "I'll be inside by the water fountain getting set up. You wanna help, I'll be there. If not, here's some money for the limo home." He said, placing a fifty-dollar bill in my hand before storming back inside.

Maybe I was a bit harsh. Here I was a woman who championed diversity and upheld homosexuality, and I'm the one getting upset over women who like to be fit.

Perhaps he was right.

I walked back in, and found Darryl. Putting on my best pouty face, I humbly asked for his forgiveness. It didn't take long since he always liked seeing my lower lip stuck out, and my big brown eyes at their full attention. We laughed and hugged, then picked up the equipment to go inside the main hall for the show. I didn't agree, but for my friend, I was going to uphold my word.

The lights came down as the stage lit up with loud, pounding music. Darryl took his camera to shoot the dozens of glistening, muscular women who strolled out on the stage dressed in skimpy bikinis. I looked away, overwhelmed by the huge muscles I saw on their arms and legs. I didn't gag, but it was seriously shocking to see just how big these girls were. Many of them looked like they had massive rocks on their shoulders… their legs, deeply carved in tone muscle. Their backs chiseled with deep defining grooves of power and strength. All of them posed for the opening ceremonial shot as I did my best to smile through it all. I thought to myself "I've seen and done a lot in my 33 years, but this takes the cake."

The next performance, I finally sat down and prepared Darryl's next roll of film and batteries. This routine focused on definition and style by each of the competitors. The crowd behind me was really into this as by their gestures and applause. I sort of felt out of place, maybe being the only normally shaped woman in this hall. But I was in the front row, so I couldn't really tell who was behind me.

Darryl would often come, whispering his comments to me as he exchanged film and lenses.

"Did you see the one from Brazil?" He asked with a sly look on his face.

"God, she was fantastic." He replied.

I nodded with a forced smile.

"You really don't think any of these women are sexy?" he asked.

"It would take a lot to convince me otherwise." I whispered back.

"Well, you never know. You could meet the 'one' for you here tonight." He said with a grin, going back out to shoot more photos.

Little did I know that my friend was indeed right.

Later…

I did all I could do to keep my mind occupied throughout the show. Now the dance portion of the show started, and I readjusted myself in the chair for another tiresome display.

But the lights came down low as smoke machines spewed out thick smoke across the stage. Deep blue lights illuminated the stage as a towering bodybuilder sauntered out, dressed in a thin sheer white material. Her arms bowed out from her sides like a man… and she was fully nude. Her entire body burnished in a fine layer of baby oil, highlighting every ripe muscle she had. But there was something totally unique about this bodybuilder. Perhaps it was the seductive music that was playing, or the mood lighting… I wasn't sure, but this presentation… this woman had my full attention.

She was unquestionably huge. I don't mean tone or fit, but every muscle she had was swollen with power and might. Her arms were carved with muscle; her shoulders looked like two massive boulders perched atop her frame. And her legs resembled dozens of gigantic tree roots curled around her. Her abdomen, ruggedly angular and revoltingly smooth. And her chest, not fully flattened by the muscle, held two very nice, fully shaped breasts. Obviously fake, but I didn't care. She was the largest woman I had seen thus far… and the most captivating. My eyes desperately followed her every move and every breath with heightened curiosity.

Her stage act had her tediously dancing about the stage in long, sweeping motions of her arms and legs. Her lengthy saffron hair flattened across her mighty shoulders as she curled into a ball on stage, twisting her arms out as if they were trying to grasp for something. She rolled onto her side, expanding her entire body out in a magnificent display of her muscles. I was spellbound by this woman's graceful performance.

But somehow, her position on the stage became closer to me. But honestly, I didn't mind. I was finding myself more and more captivated by this Herculean goddess. Now just a few feet from my seat, this woman did the splits while reaching skyward for some invisible sign of acceptance. Just then, her eyes fell to mine… my heart jolted, almost stopping as our eyes made contact. I found myself gazing into an unknown realm of resplendence… her mouth agape and body unconfined, I somehow connected with her… She just seemed to exude confidence in her every move… her rhythm held me captive as her hair then covered her face. I wanted to see more of what this angel of power looked like… I had to see more.

Her arms thrust out to the audience in a sudden move. She hauled them back to her torso, rising up with her arms still held out from her side… my God; I didn't expect this at all. Here I was, completely controlled by this woman, whom just hours before, appalled and terrified me. Now, I was holding on to each gesture of her sizable flesh… hoping that she wouldn't leave anytime soon.

Two young girls dressed in harlot costumes then strode onto stage, each one taking one of the bodybuilder's beefy arms. The girls were more commonly shaped, retaining a mystic quality to their actions. They carried armor and swords, thick and heavy chain mill as they began dressing the bodybuilder in it. As they did, the bodybuilder stood, almost in a trance… as if she was savoring the attention. Her eyelids fluttered closed as her head leaned back– arms courageously perched out from her bluish illuminated body. The sight was purely intoxicating.

"Days of long ago… in the Dark Age, women as well as men were called to war." A dramatic female voice boomed out across the theater's sound system.

The young harlots placed thick metal gauntlets upon her flesh. Steel knee guards, violently strapped her to legs… a crude, rusty breastplate strapped to her heaving chest as a brutal, yet dominating steel helmet was lowered on her head. This dressing in itself was almost as seductive as the dance was moments before.

The bodybuilder raised her arms in a commanding stance as the harlots gingerly grazed her sculpted muscles with finesse and devotion.

"Gone were the women's labels of caregiver and nurturer…" the narrator spoke. "Now, she was to battle the enemy for what she loved, and whom."

I couldn't believe the sheer ecstasy in this depiction. The warrior bodybuilder took each of the harlots into her arms, and cradled them as if they were her life-long lovers. The commanding presence of this warrior held all of us in the audience willing prisoners.

"These female warriors loved as any other would… they were exalted as conquerors in their countries… strength in arms, stamina in flesh…"

I held my breath, seeing the warrior grasping the curvy young harlot in her arms. And I was jealous. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, much less contemplating. I told myself to stop, squelching the notion that even a hint of attraction was felt for this muscular creature. Yet there was something… something far deeper than I had ever realized. I could be seduced by power. I have always believed that you can seduce a man with power, but a woman with words… and here I was, falling under the spell of this female barbarian. I wanted nothing more than to bed this woman, to be held in those sturdy arms… to be loved by such inspiring splendor.

"No, I can't think about this." I told myself, looking away from the stage.

My tastes in a woman favored a more natural physique. In my years of sexual seduction, I have found an abundant breast and broad hips to my liking… yet the struggle inside me commenced without my permission. Why was I finding myself drawn to a woman who would transform her body into brawn and vigor? Was this a suppressed fantasy similar to my ones for older women, or for African American women? I always felt that I wanted to bed as many types of women before, but this was unique unto itself.

After the show…

"Wanna go backstage and meet the girls?" asked Darryl.

I couldn't wait.

Getting backstage was a blur for me. In fact, I couldn't tell you how I got back there. All I knew what to do was to meet the woman who catapulted me into an entirely peculiar haven of sexuality… perhaps she could unravel this developing enigma of fascination and intrigue for me. I just had to find out more about her… it was kismet.

I swam throughout the mass sea of muscle and nudity. My senses spun as the possibility of making love to one of these divine women raced through my head. I couldn't recall the last time I felt so driven to libidinous madness by a woman. Several alluring glances were shared with other bodybuilders as I suddenly felt Darryl touch my arm…

"Meredith, I found her for you." He graciously said.

Holding my breath, I twirled around to catch two of the most blazing sapphire eyes staring directly at me. I felt as if a million-ton boulder squashed my heart at that very moment… there she was. The woman who had at the moment I saw her.

Her brawny arm lengthened my way as a knowing smile graced her beautifully chiseled face. It was as if she already knew the vast thoughts that crossed my mind about her and I. Standing there, dressed in a thinly threaded black bikini, my eyes filled themselves with the majestic sight of her mammoth body. I could plainly see the rigorous magnitude of each muscle. Thick layers of shiny baby oil glazed her smooth, deeply tanned flesh. Within seconds, I felt an instantaneous connection with her…

"Hi, Meredith-I'm Alexis. I heard you enjoyed my show?" she said in a raspy erotic voice that I found sexier than ever.

I immediately threw myself into "seduction" mode, curling my left eyebrow with a slow tongue across my lower lip. I put on the best "fuck me" face as I have done to countless other women before Alexis. Hopefully, just perhaps… Alexis would take the bait and follow up with one of her own gestures of allurement.

Her hand easily swallowed mine without question as our eyes consumed each other in a manner only known to us women. I could see a hint of temptation… a fleeting thought of possible lovemaking between us.

[Mimi]

"You were fantastic on stage, Alexis." I managed to reply in my intoxicated frame of mind. My eyebrow highlighted the word "fantastic" as I used every muscle on my face to cast an eternal spell of lesbian finesse.

She held onto my hand… and I didn't let go.

"I always like hearing that kind of feedback." She replied, still gazing directly into my soul.

All the surrounding commotion and madness of the show seemed to vanish. All the loud voices and chatter were non-existent. This feminine seductress in all her grandeur spellbound me. Reluctantly, we parted our hands and quickly set out to begin a "get to know you" conversation. My hapless friend Darryl quickly realized his place was somewhere else as he politely exited, but not before giving me a quick wink and thumbs up before leaving. I had to chuckle, but I think Alexis noticed. We both shared a laugh… and I comprehended just how lovely of a woman she truly was.

A few minutes later…

"So what brings you here?" Alexis asked as we found a nice deserted corner to talk.

"A favor for a friend." I replied as watched her fabulous body strut.

My God, those arms… they curved out from her upper torso, obviously from all the muscle mass on her. I still couldn't believe this. Here I was sizing up a bodybuilder, checking her out and wondering what she would be like to share a bed with. But when her aroma filled my nostrils, I shuddered heavily as I had to close my eyes momentarily. Her fragrance smelled of a deep pine forest, yet laced with a subtle trace of virile incense.

"Yea, your photographer friend made sure that I met you." She said as a waitress came by to offer her a martini.

I replied with a blushing smile as I also grabbed a drink. This was a situation that demanded alcohol to loosen me up. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was on a first date… like a teenage girl. My heart raced and pulsed, dangerously affected by this woman who evoked confidence in her every move and word. I abruptly swallowed my drink as I could sense Alexis' growing curiosity about me.

"So… he said you'd never been to a show like this?" She followed up, gingerly lapping her tongue across the rim of her glass as she drank.

I let go of the breath I nervously held.

"Well, I…" I replied in haste.

"I just… never had much interest in this sort of thing." I said.

"In what-bodybuilding?" Alexis replied.

I nodded yes.

"It's more of a lifestyle than anything. But it's also artistic as well as healthy." She said, leaning against the wall nearby.

She could tell I was noticeably nervous. It was then that I felt a warm, soothing hand upon my bare arm.

"Sweetheart, relax. You're fine… just breathe, darling… breathe." Alexis said in an assuring tone.

Oh God, seeing her hopeful smile melted me even more. I laughed, doing what she said as I downed my next drink again.

"I'm so sorry, I'm just… wow, I'm so freaked out by all this." I said.

"By what-tell me?" she answered.

"Just by the whole thing… women with muscles… I mean, I've just never thought a woman could ever be so… so hot." I stammered.

"And I was seriously sick at my stomach when I first found out what this was." I followed.

"You thought all women should be normal looking with big tits and a nice ass?" Alexis responded.

"Well, yea." I said.

I could see she was amused by my misconception, but still held an earnest interest in our talk.

"Oh, sweetie… how many people I've heard that from over the last 15 years." She signed, taking another drink.

"See, that's the thing." She followed. "The world expects us women to look a certain way. Like you– I mean, wow… you're an absolute knockout."

I blushed, flattered by her compliment. She placed her hand on mine in reassurance.

"And I mean that." She uttered, lightly stroking my hand.

"But labels and misconceptions can hold women back from realizing their true potential. And I for one am a woman who loves strength and power… I always have." She said as I lowered my head.

My eyes traveled from her hand, along her arm to her solid chest. She was exactly right.

"What you went through tonight is typical. Fear of the unknown." Alexis said in an understanding tone.

"I never thought a woman with muscles could be so… beautiful." I murmured quietly. "And you really are. God, I am just so turned on by you."

"I know." She answered. "I saw you in the audience, and saw the look in your eyes. And I love it when I can make a woman see things in a different light."

Our eyes locked together in a blissful moment of complete awareness. Her eyes washed away every doubt I ever had about muscular women. She was beautiful in her own right. How wrong I was about thinking all women had to look a certain way to fit into society. And with her hand still on mine, I tediously wound my fingers between hers. I quickly thought "Is she gay?" but there was no evidence to convince me otherwise.

"You wanna know something?" she cooed.

I nodded yes, staring at her soulful eyes.

"As much as I love power and muscle, I've always wanted a woman like you." She confessed. "Don't get me wrong, I love a girl with a hard body, but honestly… I've always wanted a woman with curves."

All I could was stare at her with an astonished expression as our hands clutched each other's lovingly. Even though we were in a crowded room, our hand contact clearly said it all. Our hands began to make love to one another in the most secretive of ways. It was the most erotic moment of my entire life…

"Let's go somewhere a little more private." She lovingly whispered to me.

Without question, I agreed and followed her lead.

We made our way to her private dressing room where it was lit dark, but was genuinely cozy. We didn't rush like mad, but when Alexis slowly closed the door behind me, I was smoothly submerged into an entirely extraordinary realm of female ecstasy. I slowly turned around to Alexis, who kept both hands on the doorknob, arms behind her, just gawking at me with refined bewitchment. The two of us just stood there, taking in as much of each other as we could.

"I wanted you the moment you came out on stage." I uttered in a serious tone.

"Tell me." She desperately whispered back.

"When I saw your arms… that huge chest. It was like you reached inside me and pulled my heart out." I answered, now running my open palms down my sides with eroticism.

Alexis' mouth was now agape in crushing awe… her face dissolved from captivation to stimulation. I could tell she liked hearing this… and I was going to give her what she wanted.

"Your body… those muscles just controlled me. Your power… And when those two girls came out on stage, I wanted to kill them because I was the one who wanted to be in your arms."

"Oooh." Was all she could say as her eyelids languidly closed.

My hands splayed out across my wide hips, enticing this Herculean woman with every ounce of womanhood I had. Her salient gaze fell from my eyes, down to my breasts that were practically flowing over my top. My fingertips then clutched the bottom of my dress, squeezing the material upward to reveal my thick tan thighs.

"You want a woman with curves, huh?" I asked in a guttural voice, now swaying my motherly hips side to side, almost dancing for her.

"Uh-huh." She replied, bringing her arms out from behind.

Alexis then knelt before me, keeping her eyes to mine. I didn't dare stop my motions, for I knew she loved this. This was a severely erotic moment for me. Usually by this point, I would have had Alexis on the floor and splitting off her clothes. But this was somehow different. No other woman ever enthralled me like this. And I had always loved using language as a form of seduction, and I could tell Alexis loved hearing it… but before me was a truly divine woman. A woman unlike any other… yet despite all of her muscle and stamina, she too had womanly cravings just as any other. And we haven't even shared our first kiss.

My dress lifted across the mahogany brim of my hips, slithering along as my spawning stomach now filled Alexis' eyes.

"Look at me, Alexis." I cooed. "Think about all the times you wanted a woman like me."

"Oh my god, Meredith." She chanted back with gasping fervor.

My black thong sheltered my thoroughly saturated pussy. What I'd do to rip that off me and have Alexis' face bury itself between my aching folds… but no. Not yet. Our path to utter seduction would lead us down a distinct course that no others would follow.

My arms crisscrossed, grabbing my dress as I lifted all of it over my shoulders. As the material brushed across my face, I could hear Alexis' explicit moans of approval. My lengthy tresses dragged back with the dress as I carelessly tossed it to the floor, flinging my hair around-intentionally using this gesture to further seduce my powerful woman. Now I was just in my laced black bra and thong… but Alexis was now on all fours, crawling to me like a wounded slave seeking it's masters permission to touch. Alexis was crippled by our erotic strategy for subjugation. And I truly felt alive… appreciated, loved. I treasured displaying my body to an appreciative woman. Much like Alexis had done for me back at the show.

"Now… tell me what you like about my body?" I lovingly demanded.

Another low moan hurled from Alexis' lungs, as if to say "Where do I begin?"

"I don't like your body, Meredith… I love it." She voiced, looking up at me. "I always wanted a girl with big breasts… and nice wide hips."

"Yea?" I replied.

"Oh god yes." She answered, lifting her hands to clutch my legs above my knees. That simple touch floored us both. I gasped her name aloud as she whimpered.

"So smooth… soft. Supple." She groaned, gingerly kneading my freshly shaven legs. "And I love how tan you are."

I raised my arms, grabbing my long mane of hair as my neck tilted back… I felt alive… pure. Alexis was making me feel like a woman… her verbiage was like wine that made me drunk with feminine rhapsody. As my spine stretched out, she hands glided along my syrupy thighs, stopping at the outer width of my hips to carry out her appreciation for my healthy frame.

"Look at this." She said to herself. "So tan… so healthy."

This was simply divine. I closed my eyes to immerse myself in Alexis' wordy lovemaking. As the last strands of my hair fluttered through my fingertips, I brought both hands back down to hold her head in my loving grasp. My eyes yet again locked with hers, but this time, we knew something must be done about it. There must be a deeper joining of our souls…

I crept over, leaning down to bring my mouth to hers. My mouth open in wonderment as Alexis exhaled her open lust for me. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears, rigorously crippled by our approaching kiss. I looked to her lips, sizing them up for how I was going to suckle from them. She flesh began to tremble, but I soothed her fears with my lips ultimately coming to rest against hers. Alexis wailed in disbelief, but was muffled by my mouth cautiously whetting her own. Alexis buckled beneath our kiss, but grabbed my body so she wouldn't collapse. At long last, I could feel her powerful strength surround me. Those colossal muscles pressed against my motherly skin… that with our very first kiss sent me spinning in pure lesbian blessedness. It was painfully slow. We both wanted to relish the initial taste of the other in the only way a woman can. Her lips held a fantastically soft texture, in spite of her stalwart body.

She broke off…

"Our first kiss." She barely uttered.

Our lips were less than an inch from the other as we shared a graceful smile.

"I've…" she tried to voice before my mouth smothered hers once again.

I brought my full weight upon her mouth this time. Her unintelligible moans echoed her fragile approval as her arms encircled me, clutching me with frantic hope. I was lifted from my feet while locked against her mouth. Moaning in slight fear, I held my breath… but with her hands safely holding me, I felt safe. I trusted her…

Alexis easily lifted me away, hoisting me high above her so that my breasts shrouded her reddened face. Her fingers twisted underneath my bra to tear the fasteners off, angrily throwing my bra to the floor. She didn't want a stitch of clothing on me, and neither did I. Now she had the bountiful goodness of my fleshy breasts smoothly pressing each side of her face. The look on her face was sincerely divine.

A loud knock on the door halted everything.

"Miss Hamilton? Excuse me, Miss Hamilton?" demanded the male voice.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the amorous thrill. Alexis didn't want to abandon the peaceful warmth between my life giving breasts. I flinched, as did she, trying to regain her senses.

Reluctantly, she went to the door as I hid behind the dressing curtain. The man at the door notified her that her next presentation and she told him she was changing clothes. I was quietly cursing this bastard for interrupting our initial union. How dare he ruin this captivating moment? But perhaps we deserved something of a more intimate backdrop anyway.

After he was gone, we met each other in the middle of the room with a lengthy kiss and embrace. My arms finally got the chance to wrap themselves around her sculptured torso. As she hungrily swallowed my tongue, I intentionally ran my palms over as much muscle mass as I could. I wanted to feel that blaring physique in its abundant grandeur.

Our kiss broke as we pressed our foreheads together in bliss. I could tell she was frustrated.

"God, I want you." She whispered.

"I want you more." I replied, slothfully kissing her chin.

"I don't know when we'll be able to see each other." She added. "I've got two engagements later tonight, and I'm headed back home tomorrow morning… but right now, nothing else matters. I really want you."

She was saying all the right words. I leaned my neck back and groaned in disappointment. But I soon laid my head against her chest, letting myself bask in this brilliant moment of absolute attraction. Her hands soothed me by caressing my lengthy dark tresses.

"Oh, sweetie." She said, unsure of how we were going to quell these flames of lesbian lust.

"I could come out to see you." I said, spreading my hand along her agile arm.

She broke the embrace, staring at me in shock.

"I'm off for the next few days anyway, and if I needed longer, I could always call in sick." I said.

"But we just met." She answered. "Besides, it'll cost too much to fly out."

"Honey, you're talking to a girl who flies for free." I said in girlish confidence.

We agreed to my trip, then dressed ourselves as we worked out all the details on seeing her in Las Vegas. I would fly out in two days to stay with her as she finished up her scheduled appearances, which she was contractually committed to. But I was ecstatic. It was truly like I was a young girl again, ready to go out on her first date. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this alive… this free.

We parted with a drawn-out, soulful kiss, as we knew our bodies would unite soon. I met back up with Darryl in the foyer as we finished packing his things, and headed home. All the way home, Alexis possessed every thought I had. I endured the endless jokes from Darryl as I suddenly thanked him for taking me to this event.

"You really changed my mind about a lot of things tonight. Thank you." I said as I left the limousine, and headed back to my condo.

In fact, he did. Before tonight, I would have never considered dating, much less sleeping with a female bodybuilder. But within my own misgivings sprang a fresh aspiration; an entirely different realm of emotion that I never knew existed before. Muscles were not meant for men alone… power and strength was not just an exclusive all men's club. Most women would disagree, favoring a woman much like I did. But Alexis proved me wrong. She held the key to the door that would lead me inside an ambrosial world of sapphic ecstasy.

I wanted more.

That night, I relaxed in my garden tub and remained in my selfish mindset of making love to Alexis. After my bath, I explored the Internet to find many exquisite websites devoted to the female bodybuilder. It was as if I had opened Pandora's box. I watched dozens of muscle videos, joined four to five paysites to look at some of the most stunning women in the world. Needless to say, I ended up smelting my flesh sitting in front of the computer. My hands never left my rigorously aching pussy for what felt like hours. My flesh was shredded by orgasm after orgasm, staring at those sculpted women who were redefining my definition of beauty with each blessed wave of euphoria. My self induced orgasms almost made me pass out, imagining my buxom body thrashing and writhing atop those tan robust frames… smooth sculpted legs swathed around my waist, squeezing my shapely flesh in the frantic throes of orgasm and delight. I cried Alexis' name out innumerable times as swells of ebullience shattered my body.

The next morning, I awoke to find a message waiting for me from Alexis. I couldn't believe she called. I must have slept through the phone ringing.

"Hey Mimi, its me Alexis. I just wanted to call and thank you for coming to the show last night. Wow, I'm just… just so into you. God, I really wish we could have spent the night together." She said with such sincerity and conviction.

I stood there in my velvety white robe, listening to her irresistible raspy, bold voice with a vivid smile on my face. I crossed my arms, chewing my thumbnail with eagerness.

"I hope you didn't think I blew you off when I had to leave. They're just paying me really good for these shows, so I hope you didn't think I wasn't interested." She continued.

I could hear the smile on her face as she spoke.

"But anyway, I just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you, and cannot wait for you to come see me. I've cleared my schedule for the entire week, so don't feel like we have to rush. I really really want to get to know you better… wow, I'm just… crazy about you, Mimi. God you are just fantastic. So beautiful. *Sighs* Anyway, I just wanted to say Hi, and that I was thinking about you. I gotta run for now, so I'll see you tomorrow night, sweetie!" she said, hanging up.

Her voice put me beside myself. I pranced off like a teenager, getting her very first call from a serious girlfriend. I strolled into my walk in closet to start packing. I wanted to be ready to go as soon as humanly possible. It was such so much fun to pick and choose what to wear that would impress Alexis.

The Next Day…

Getting on the flight for Vegas was quite easy. I decided to wear a casual white blouse with black form fitting slacks. A little dressy but not as fancy as I was at the show. The entire flight out, I listened to my CD player, full of songs I listened to when I was younger. Songs that spoke directly to me about the acceptance and truth of who I was. Yet all I could think about was her… this woman who had walked into my life with such command.

As we started our descent, my heart began pounding my chest. Alexis was meeting me at the gate, and I silently cursed the pilot for not having me on the ground sooner. And again, all that mattered was Alexis… was she there yet? Would she be waiting for me? What would she think of my clothes– hair? I did a quick check on my makeup, brushing off my lips with a fresh coat of flesh colored lipstick.

Finally…

I rushed off the jet-way to get inside the terminal. I immediately looked about, not seeing her just yet. Then a tap fell on my shoulder.

I spun around to see this radiant glowing smile and open arms waiting for me. It was her. Elated, I screamed out in joy as we jumped into each other's arms. I had never felt happier in my entire life. She spun me around, delighting in my arrival as we laughed and carried on. I clung to her for dear life, realizing that this relationship just might be the 'one'.

[Mimi]

"Oh sweetie, let me look at how beautiful you are." She said, holding my hands as I stepped back.

Alexis was dressed in a stunning knee length, strapless blue dress. She looked incredible… those staunch arms and incredible shoulders shined in the Nevada sun. Her lengthy blonde hair fell free about her luscious, thick beige neck. I could tell she too loved being a woman, but in a slightly more unique method, which was why I was falling in love with her.

"I wasn't sure what you liked." I said, somewhat timid of my outfit.

"Oh, honey… you could be dressed in a towel, and I'd fall for you." She replied with a shrewd smile.

She then leaned forward as I knew by the thoughtful look on her face, she wanted to kiss me. And we did… my apparent longing flourished as I felt those beloved lips taste mine once more. We shared a needy moan as our kiss ripened and her assertive arms swallowed me whole. I twirled my head about for a deeper tonguing of her mouth as I tasted her hot, scalding breath… that hot spicy breath I was growing to love. Our teeth clattered in a vigorous attempt to swallow as much as we could of one another.

She pulled me off, catching her breath.

"Okay. Let's save some of that." She said as I tried to compose myself.

We saw several people, mostly men, staring at us in astonishment. I was used to that since I had always been very affectionate with my girlfriends in public. But I brushed my hair away from my eyes, realizing she was probably right. But in my initial moment of awareness, my first real contact with a woman of such enticement, I discarded normalcy for my own selfish ravenousness. Alexis was all that mattered to me during the past two days, and if that meant that I make love to her in this public airport terminal, then so be it. I simply didn't care.

After some coaxing, Alexis and I made our way to her car. Even her car was a muscle car… the new Mustang that evoked stamina and style. She put down the top, and was soon on our way to a decorous dinner in one of Las Vegas's most affluent restaurants. I honestly wanted to go straight to her place, but again, I had to relax myself and welcome this opportunity to get to know this woman who could possibly change my life forever. Subduing my cravings for female flesh sometimes got the best of me, and I had to make sure I wasn't too fast or reckless. Besides, sitting across from Alexis in that lowly lit restaurant was certainly a treat. She ordered a delicious bottle of a 1996 French wine called Chablis Grand Cru, and that was a definite plus for me since I knew my wines very well.

The waitress poured each of us a glass as Alexis raised her glass for a toast.

"To us." She subtlety spoke.

Her eyes sparkled with unquestionable hope for our commitment. I sat there, in wonder of her radiance and honesty. Our stare lingered as I held my breath…

"May we discover things we never knew possible." She continued.

"Oh, Alexis." I replied, so moved by her deeply felt words.

I set aside my glass, delicately placing my hand upon hers. The touch solidified what we both knew was already clear. Our budding emotions took the better of us. My animalistic lust was cast aside as I became inebriated by Alexis' soulful sincerity. Each faint movement of my hand upon hers conveyed every hope I could ever have for another woman. I swear she could see directly into my hopeful heart. A small tear stung my eye as I brought my other hand upon hers, as she lovingly reciprocated.

I could see Alexis for what she was… a true woman in all her glorious truth. Stripped from her muscular flesh and intimidating physique… she was just like any other woman; hopeful, loving, caring, and deeply devoted to what she loved. It was at this moment that I knew this was not to be a trip that was to be spent just to fulfill my bodily aspirations. We both knew it… and gratefully embraced this romance in all its prosperity.

After dinner…

We spent the next half-hour driving to her home just outside the city with my head upon her smooth shoulder. My fingertips gently brushed the fortuitous material that was attached to her bronzed, glistening thighs as we talked about ourselves, and what we had hoped for in finding a woman to fill the voids in our hearts. We found out we were both single, and had been looking for someone for quite some time. It was, at some women would say, kismet. Although Alexis hadn't been out as long as I had, she apparently realized her longings while performing a private bachelorette show for a group of older, professional women at a local resort. While there, the women had Alexis perform a variety of muscle worship movements that ended up having her in the middle of a king sized bed with ten different women all wanting a piece of her marvelous flesh. The experience changed her life, and every time the group of women comes back in town, Alexis gets a call for a private show.

Our drive was so peaceful… so charming at the least. Her right arm came to rest across my shoulder as we snuggled in the car. I closed my eyes, sighing in deep relaxation and safety when I felt her arm hold me.

"You're so beautiful, Meredith." She whispered, stroking my lengthy dark hair.

I pressed my mouth to her chest, kissing it in appreciation of her verbal seducement. I looked down to see those thick gorgeous legs once more, placing my sweaty palm upon the supple width of her thigh.

"Oh God, just your touch makes me melt." She added.

I leaned upward, opening my mouth on top of her neck, drawing out my tongue to drink her sizzling flesh. Alexis' foot slipped from the gas pedal as she flinched. I then locked my lips to her skin, suckling in as much of her skin as I could, crowding my tongue over and across the flesh that was inside my voracious mouth. Alexis shuddered all over as her arm now came around, trying to touch anywhere my skin was unclothed. But before she could find it, I quickly lowered my face down to her sculptured legs. My familiar animalistic nature came alive as I began to lather those beautiful legs and thighs with my avid tongue. My mouth was swift as I strove to taste as much of her as I could. In no time, her entire right thigh and knee was now shimmering in my saliva.

But our risqué car ride was over as we unexpectedly pulled into her driveway. I lifted my head as I saw a huge sprawling home, decorated in a grand desert style motif. A widespread fountain highlighted her lawn as the majestic residence was beautifully lit beneath the clear moonlit desert sky above. I glanced around to see her neighborhood was sparsely filled, yet was tranquil and very quiet. A far cry from my bustling condo back in Chicago. We made our way into the garage where a huge Harley Davidson motorcycle and a 1972 MG Sports Car sat. "She must be loaded." I thought to myself as I hurried to get out of her Mustang.

Following her inside while holding her hand, my eyes slithered down her shapely body to those syrupy hips swaying amidst her form fitting dress. Once inside the foyer, I turned her about to hurl my body to hers, meeting her mouth in a fervid kiss that was rightfully justified since I had held my desire for over four hours. I slammed her to the wall, thronging as much of my mouth into hers. My lust was equally retorted as Alexis' arms vigorously gripped my shoulders, clutching my blouse as she began to tear it apart. This drove me mad… Now just in my sable lace bra and slacks, I flung my mouth to her face, hastily licking her cheeks and forehead with long salacious moans as I covered her face in my saliva. My own savage means of marking my women… She cooed as my tongue flattened out across her forehead, savoring the makeup that now smudged both of our faces.

We finally reach a location where there would be no interruptions, no scrutiny for the public eye to cast their narrow minded judgements… just us. Alexis and I completely sheltered in her haven of comfort and devotion.

Following my tongue bath, I took my hands to grasp the top of Alexis' dress, forcing it down so her flesh would be seen in all its indomitable resplendence. But she met my efforts with a lunge towards me, smacking her mouth to mine a second time as I suddenly felt myself whisked off my feet. I gasped out loud, wondering what the hell just happened. But as my body came to rest on Alexis' upper torso, my arms clung to her neck. I was delighted. No other woman had ever done this to me. I felt like a bride on her wedding night, and I told her so.

"You're carrying me over the threshold?" I whispered, kissing her with delight.

"I've wanted to do that ever since I met you." She said, now carrying me out from the foyer, and down into the hallway.

"I feel like a bride!" I said, savoring another long wet kiss.

Her reply was a meaningful expression that fell across her face. A look of complete fidelity and tenderness.

"Maybe you will be my bride?" She replied in a hushed tone of sincerity.

A thin smile came across my face as I nodded yes.

I caught my breath, simply amazed by what she just said. I had never been so floored by a woman's revelation before. It hit me hard. Perhaps this was to be a relationship that would be forever… everlasting. The only way we would find out is if she carried me off to her bed. Yet there we stood, absorbed with the closeness of the other… we stared at each other, lightly caressing the other's flesh. And Alexis didn't flinch while she held my 140lb frame. No strain or tension… God, she was so strong. I wanted nothing more than to melt in her arms right there.

Our gaze remained fixed as she began stepping up to her bedroom. I just couldn't believe how erotic this moment was… She was slow in her stride, as if she wanted to take in as much of me as she could. Our gaze magnified beyond anything I had ever felt before. And as we reached her lavish bedroom, she carefully laid me upon my back as our stare endured. Silence was the only language now… and that in itself was all that we needed.

Alexis' face never parted from mine as we both laid on her satin sheets of her king sized bed. Her arms held me from my back, cradling me tenderly as the moonlight from outside illuminated her precious body. The contours of her chiseled face, the silhouette of her amazing chest and shoulders now atop me in perfect unison.

"Oh, Alexis." I whispered as her lips dropped to mine once more.

She brought all of her weight upon me as I writhed beneath her Herculean frame. Now her tongue stuffed my mouth as I brought my teeth down upon the tender flesh. With all of my might, I suckled in that tongue, pulling it inside my mouth… her long muffled moans of conviction was all the encouragement I needed to hear. Those mighty hands crept beneath me, clutching and kneading my body wherever she could reach. But it wasn't long before her hands found my buxom backside, and when she touched it, she let out a resounding moan of longing.

Her tongue broke free…

"Oh God yes." She groaned.

I cast a timid smile as my fingertips steadily unzip the back of her dress. At last, I was able to her garments aside, and worship the body that I wanted since I first saw her back in Chicago. The material was effortless to shed as she slipped out from it, tossing it off to the side. I sat up and undid my bra as quickly as possible as she took off her thin black thong. Next, we both crawled up on our knees as I slipped out of my pants and thong too…

Finally… at long last. Both of us were completely nude.

I faced her as her arms came around me, enveloping me in her embrace. When my nipples brushed across her enormous chest, I jolted, shrieking out in absolute ecstasy. It was then Alexis brought me fully into her fold as my body went limp from the euphoria of it all… with my neck spread back, Alexis brought her open mouth to the top of my breasts, slowly dragging her tongue all the way up along my neck… my chin… and finally, my mouth. She didn't stop once to re-lather her tongue. I could tell she wanted to taste every inch of me. As her tongue coated my throat, I murmured my most untamed desires in speechless, unintelligible moans of lesbian ecstasy. My fingers held firm on those rigid shoulders of hers, tracing every knoll and every swell of her muscular frame. It felt like I was touching solid gold… so raw, so carnal… so right.

I lifted up for another kiss as confidence inspired her soul. Feeling our flesh make contact electrified every sense and nerve my body had. Saliva now drooled from our lips as her mouth overlaid mine. Her bold tongue swathed my mouth as I felt her hand suddenly pinch my nose. I squirmed in alarm.

"Let me breathe for you." She huskily replied.

And I did…

I lingered beneath her brawny kiss, letting her blow into my lungs. God, this was the most desperate kiss I had ever received from anyone. I could hear those mighty lungs heave from her nostrils as she blessed me with the breathe of life… She was providing me life… this woman of awe.

Soon after, her gluttonous mouth thrashed my neck as she guided me down a second time. This time, our arms and legs franticly entwined about the other. All I could do was to focus on her flesh and feel her courageous body in my hands. I could tell she was taking charge of our lovemaking… which was fine by me. I didn't care. If she would have her way with me, then so be it. Nothing mattered more to me at this moment than pleasing my majestic woman.

We continued making out for God knows how long. Each mouth-watering kiss was better than the last. Our hair became entangled as our fingers roamed throughout each other's lengthy tresses, stroking the other's face as often as we could. All this made my ripened pussy even more ready for her inescapable oral descent. My legs hoisted up, wrapping around her stout frame with my heels resting atop her sculptured ass that I had yet to explore. Now my womanhood made its presence known, as I'm sure she could sense the radiating warmth off my pussy. Alexis moaned in endorsement as her hands swiftly clutched my abundant thighs and ass.

"You like my ass, don't you?" I whispered in her ear.

"Uh-huh." Was all she could reply as her moistened tongue revolved around my motherly breast, quickly gulping my areola, and more.

I glanced down to see her mouth stuffed full of my breast. I gasped, overwhelmed by the lustful sight. I then felt her tongue thrash across, over, and diagonally over my nipple countless times. My head crashed on the pillow behind me, feeling the sheer gusto from her heart. My eyelids fluttered closed as I basked in the delight…

"Oh gawd, Alexis– what are you doing to me?" I cried out as I cradled her head.

A salacious vision crossed my mind's eye… It was as if I was providing my lover with life giving nourishment. Oh God, this was seriously something that I never expected to happen. I was having the most erotic hallucinations I had ever experienced… Her mouth then made a loud "pop" sound as she then dove into my other breast with equal vigor. All I could do was tighten my tan legs around her even more, trying to squeeze even more libidinous necessity from my lover. I leaned up to try and see her beautiful body atop mine, and I did… all I could see was a beautiful horizon of heavy, thick muscles adorning my lover's back. Huge steeping muscles that evoked pure magnificence on every inch of her. I shuddered seeing her brawny arms surround me… the contrast of our flesh was breathtaking. A full-figured, curvy woman matched against a woman of might and stamina. Any woman would who ever deny herself this sumptuousness would be a fool not to behold such unbridled passion.

But honestly, I kept thinking, "God, she looks like a man." But this was the misconception I had to continually re-think. Was muscle and power meant for man alone? Not at all… And once I finally cast aside those doubts and questions, I accepted Alexis for who she was. She was beautiful in her own right. Her devotion to power and strength was the ultimate "slap in the face" to men. We too could achieve beauty with body sculpting and muscles… besides, if I was to come into this relationship with only doubt and questions, then a possible future together would be doomed. Alexis didn't deserve that. No woman deserves doubt.

Each of her hands then came to rest upon my stomach. Lifting herself up slightly, I could see she was taking in as much as she could. Her palms graciously spread across my abdomen… so gently. Then back again. Her touch sent Goosebumps and a shudder across my skin. She then peered through her rumpled hair to see me staring directly at her… again, the familiar gaze of attraction and love arrested us both.

"I've never seen a more beautiful stomach." She spoke quite softly, leaning down to plant a wet kiss upon my flesh.

"So soft." Was followed by yet another drawn out kiss.

Now I was breathing heavily. With my legs still resting upon her beefy shoulders, I brought them down at her side as I struggled for each breath. I knew what was about to happen. I knew Alexis would be saving her desires by engulfing herself in the nectar of my soulful essence. The last kiss proved this as she slowly raised her lips from my quivering stomach, leaving a thin saliva trail attached to her lips as she stared directly at me.

We both held our breath in unison, staring with our mouths agape. My only reply was bringing both hands down to hers, clutching them with frantic urgency. She locked our fingers together as she too held onto me for dear life. It was the most precious moment any woman could ever hope to have happen to her. I finally let go of my breath as she placed my palms on each side of her face, luxuriating in my touch. Her eyes closed as her mouth dragged along my hands with her lips straggling behind.

"Oh fuck… Alexis…" I gulped in trepidation.

With that, her face lay low as I saw nothing but her blonde hair. I yelped slightly as her ravishing hair tickled my sensitive stomach, and inner thighs. My lower body jolted suddenly as I felt her hands clutch my thighs, gently spreading me apart as I soon felt her hot breath fall across my most beloved womanhood. Alexis took the back of her hands and began gingerly caressing the insides of my thighs as my hands reached up to grab my own mangled hair in the agony and joy of female seduction.

Her fingertips crawled across my outer lips, then without caution; her open mouth sealed itself upon my vagina. My entire body locked up as my spine bowed. I wailed out as my arms stretched outward, grabbing anything I could in an effort to maintain my sanity. But it was useless. Nothing could prepare me for what feast Alexis was about to bless me with. Her warm tongue glided along my slit, sending quick shivers throughout my body. I shook with each lap of her tongue, feeling like a virgin all over again. Those lips meshing with me as only a woman can… slow… slow…

God, she's so slow… gentle.

All I can remember is my body starting to undulate beneath Alexis' curling tongue. I started vacillating my hips and stomach; moving much like a slumberous belly dancer, but excruciatingly slow. My head would tediously turn; my arms would reach up, or down to touch Alexis anywhere I could. My entire body moved in perfect unison with my lover's tongue. Each flicker and thrust of her tongue was like her conducting my flesh, causing dramatic tension or delirious, sweet melodies that evoked sentimental tenderness. It is amazing what happens in a woman's mind when such rapture occupies her mind. When the heart, mind, and flesh are blended together in absolute fulfillment… each soul is forcefully united to the other's purpose. Unconditional love guides her actions… every move is dictated by the heart… powered by the soul. Its what every woman was born to become. Some choose to accept it, some do not. Thankfully, I have accepted it.

[Mimi]

Alexis' low moans began reverberating throughout my abdomen and thighs. God, even her moans sent convulsions all through my vanquished essence. My misty eyes opened to see the bright moonlight from outside illuminate our perspiring bodies in a pale blue tint. Our bodies glimmered in the moonlight, a sight that seemed to be Heavenly. Just looking at my stomach still swell and shrink, along with those beautifully carved arms and shoulders of my lover made my heart skip. Her hands now took hold of my legs, spreading me apart even more so that she could discover even more of my feminine treasures. She curled me like scissors, then placed my legs together as my lower back came off the bed. Now my backside was free for her picking… and her intensity flourished as her mouth left my pussy, only to tongue bathe my thighs and ass. I could only cry her name out repeatedly…

I could sense our lovemaking was shifting to a more assertive phase, which was fine by me. I was held upon the brink of orgasm so lovingly… so perfectly. And now as she was exploring my most sensitive backside with her loving lips and tongue, I could barely resist. Both of her hands gripped my legs behind the knees, flexing them down to each side of my face. I howled in wild approval as she held me there, now bringing her mouth to the tranquil comeliness of my full, round ass.

My hands splayed out across her bed, feeling the slithering warmth of her tongue slowly glaze the entire length of my ass crack. I couldn't believe how she had me… all hunched over with my legs beside my head. I had never been twisted like this; but then again, I had never wanted a woman like this either… so be it. All that mattered was making Alexis happy. Suddenly, it was like she became a fiery animal. Her grasp was much more powerful, her tonguing was intense… Her face violently thrashed between my cheeks, growling the most beastly grunts I've ever heard come from a woman. I was beside myself… I fought hard for every breath as Alexis licked the inner cheeks of my crack three to four times, over and over again. She was savoring this… she couldn't get enough.

"Oooh, you love my ass don't you? Huh?" I managed to bellow out.

All she could respond was a muffled moan between my wreathing globes. She then twisted me down to my stomach where my ass was now high in the air for her pleasure.

"God, Alexis." I whispered in intrigue. "Take my ass… take me."

I propped myself up on my elbows as I glanced over my shoulders to see her saffron hair splayed out across my thighs and backside. My gasps were shallow and severe. I treasured having my ass devoured like this… I always have. I smiled, knowing she found my backside so tempting… I made her happy.

"You like my fucking ass, don't you? Wanna stick that tongue inside me, don't you?" I said, vocalizing my innermost hope for penetration.

Alexis replied with an unrecognizable, hopeful cry that echoed throughout her room. She kneaded my cheeks continually as her sizzling breath called upon my backdoor cleft.

"You better tongue fuck me you ass whore." I crudely yelped out as she did just that.

I could tell she liked my trash talk as much as I did. Another bonus for us.

All at once, I felt that blistering piece of her flesh stab my asshole as I gripped her pillow like it was my only savior. I was beyond myself feeling her shameful intrusion into my tan backside. My mouth agape in awe, I eased my muscles to allow her into my most sacred haven of warmth and safety. I absolutely love having a woman's tongue wedged deep within my ass. It's a sensation few women can describe unless they've fell victim to its blissful spell. It's so unique… so forbidden… and so intimate all at the same time. And considering my swelling love for Alexis made this moment even more profound.

The tongue slid inside as my anxiety produced a long gasp for air. My eyes clamped shut and mouth wide, I made fists with my hands in the wake of Alexis' foray. I was robbed of any mobility.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled out to vent the tension.

Her tongue flowed back out and lovingly in once more. Her intimate swabbing of my bowels left my body a puddle of mush. In my staggering shock, my fist slammed into the mattress, screaming in tortured ecstasy. My hands pressed my head, trying to squeeze whatever fleeting opposition I had left, but it was useless. My face, twisting and contorting with each loving stab of that angry tongue… a flood of sensations raced through my mind… shock that her lips and tongue were feeding on my ass… astonishment that she wanted my wide tan ass… delight in having a muscular, beautiful woman eat me out… so I tried to buffer the onslaught of pleasure by picturing what she must be feeling, or tasting at this point. I could almost see that tongue being milked by my wrinkled rosebud… With every ounce of my hope, I squeezed my anal tract around her tongue to see what she would do.

She came alive… long-winded moans rumbled throughout my backside as her hands renewed their vigor by clutching my lofty cheeks, digging her nails into my flesh again and again. Her tongue somehow reached a depth no other woman had before. I collapsed, now screaming my reverence into the sheets.

"So fucking deep, Alexis!! My god, you… Oooohh you feel my ass tighten on your hot ass tongue? Huh? I'm doing that… I'm… aawh, GAWD!!!" I bellowed as loud as I could.

I milked her tongue over and over, and she thrilled in the affection. I wish she could get more of herself inside me… I wanted her tongue, face, neck… her entire fucking body inside my bowels at this point. My cries persisted, as did her tonguing. My words were occasionally inaudible, a mess of words that barely made any sense. I wanted the ultimate act of penetration by this woman… I admitted to myself that I wanted Alexis inside me no matter what the cost. Some would have said it was a concealed hope to be with a man, but in my opinion, this devotion was far beyond anything a man could ever hope to understand. When a woman has a part of a person inside her that she sincerely loves, it triggers an inborn signification of "oneness"… a complete union between two lovers.

Something only a woman understands…

[stmercy2020]

This story was amazingly rich and textured.  A real pleasure to read.  Out of curiosity, if you can recall, how did this evolve from "The Taming of Mawiyah"?  I can see how the dance recalls the original passage, but this seems so much richer, especially given that you chose to set it in a modern setting.

[Mimi]

This story was amazingly rich and textured.  A real pleasure to read.  Out of curiosity, if you can recall, how did this evolve from "The Taming of Mawiyah"?  I can see how the dance recalls the original passage, but this seems so much richer, especially given that you chose to set it in a modern setting.

There is no real evolution of this story compared to ‘The Conquest of Mawiyah’.  In fact, they are two completely different tales of discovering true love.  I honestly don’t prefer comparing stories, especially when one is edited and complete, and the other is still in its infancy stage.

Thanks for the feedback.  Glad you enjoyed it!  😉

XOXO’s

[stmercy2020]

I think I understand what happened here- I read this line in your response to one of the comments in Conquest

I take it you read ‘A Love Refined’?  Did you enjoy it?  That story is the final draft, and I truly enjoyed writing it.

and misinterpreted that to mean that Refined had somehow evolved from Conquest, hence my curiosity.  All cleared up now.  Thank you.

[Author]

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