Sex is music to my ears, especially when I hear the sounds that my lover makes during a “69”.

Sound

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Lisa woke up and wanted to fuck badly and needed to release a lot of built up stress. And the only way that she was accustomed to releasing her stress was by way of having an orgasm. It was her best medicine every time; and she was going to be on the prowl. She knew who turned on her sexual energy meter, but refused to accept it. She had scheduled an all-nighter jam session at the recording studio for tonight and she needed to release this stress before it began.

Samantha, who moved next door to Lisa a year ago, thought her neighbor was a mean-spirited, uptight, lackluster bitch who needed a great fuck. Who also happens to be the sexiest cunt that she has ever encountered. Sam, which she preferred to be called, just came out to her family, friends, and colleagues. She loved her new-found freedom and the ability to express who she is and her love for girls since kindergarten. Sam was pissed at herself because this “person” who made her feel undone, turning on all her sexual energy to levels she never thought she had, was living right next door to her.

The desire was too much to bear, and Sam knew that she had to take drastic measures when her body was getting too consumed and out of her control. It was like an exorcist had possessed her pussy, and it was yelling at her,  like Audrey II to Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors: “Feed me, Seymour, feed me.” Sam’s pussy was screaming, “Fuck me, Sam!!! Fuck me now!” Masturbation made her furious and more calculating. A victim was fast approaching, if she didn’t quench her sexual desire.

It was her roommate in college, Candice, who understood Sam’s plight because she too has a pussy that was possessed with nymphomatic behavior. Sam was a freshman and Candice was a junior and her upper-classman student advisor rep. Candice learned to control, dominate, and strictly manage her nymphish-pussy. When she wanted to fuck, it had to happen now. She never denied her pussy anything, or anyone. Whomever the victim was, through sight, sound, taste, or touch, they were put under a spell with no memory of the encounter.

Candice’s victims would literally get sucked in to pussy-mars, and once they were released, they were also drained and in a coma-like exhaustion with no memory of what happened. Sam entered her office, and instantly Candice’s flares went 100+ degrees and Sam laughed inside because she knew what she did to women or men who were near her. She once told Sam to always look for a challenge and strength because they will fuel our fiery desire and can help distinguish it.

Sam admitted that she is a pussy-sex addict and didn’t apologize about her uncontrollable desire for the pussy. The trick to her mastering the art of “catch & release” is to ignore the pussy until it gets a whiff  of her scent, energy, and is vying for her attention–like her rude-ass neighbor, Lisa. But Sam had her number, and she knew that she was about to come a-ringing.

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Lisa has been working hard on her album and her pheromones were roaring. Lately, Sam and Lisa have been running into each other on the jogging path, at the grocery store, and in the laundry room and elevator in their building.

One night, after a stressful day at the office and implementing a new e-commerce system at work as the lead project manager, Sam couldn’t wait to get home, grab a glass of Chardonnay, and smoke her healthy, fancy blunt.

The elevator was packed, the door was closing, and Mr. Charles saw her and stuck out his hand to prevent it from closing. She heard the sound of impatient disgust, someone who was annoyed that she was being delayed a second. Sam had to get upstairs to drain her bladder in the worst way. Mr. Charles, who was 95 years old, lived on the third floor and smiled at Sam immediately and moved aside so that she could fit inside the elevator. She thanked Mr. Charles and offered him a kiss on the cheek, which made him blush; but it made her feel great because it gave him joy. If he wanted a blow job, she would have obliged because he has always been accommodating to her. And, he did like her especially perky big tits. He has not experienced a hard-on in years, until he met Samantha, and he was happy as hell.

Sam felt the hater bitch in the back of the elevator, but she could not see her. As soon as she entered the elevator, Lisa’s pussy lips started to throb, her nipples stiffened, and her breathing was getting out of control. She had to put this weird feeling in check immediately. Lisa was not happy about how Sam made her feel, especially of late, and detested her.

Once everyone exited from the elevator, it was Sam and Lisa at opposite ends of the elevator avoiding eye contact. Sam had the instinct to look over at her, and her eyes traveled from her feet to her eyes and Sam’s knees got weak. “This bitch is a sexy, monstrous-like bitch who needs to be fucked, immediately,” Sam thought. Just as she was about to divert her eyes, Lisa’s eyes locked on Sam and they stared at each other and silently became transfixed.

Their sexual energy was at a level that they both did not understand, but somehow knew they had to act fast and now. They charged at each other in a fierce, hungry kiss that became the passage that they both needed. The sounds of panting, sucking, thirsting for one another was obvious and the dislike from both was dispelled immediately.

They fell over in the elevator, onto the floor and were tearing at each other’s clothes. Sam grabbed Lisa’s face, whispered in her ear to calm her down and Lisa stopped and obeyed, following Sam into her apartment.

Lisa’s breathing was making Sam’s knees weaker than expected, but she had to take the lead because that is what Lisa’s energy was saying to her. Lisa’s entire body was making sounds; Sam listened intently and hungrily connected to each sound from her body with her lips, mouth, tongue, and energy. Sam peeled Lisa’s clothes off of her, and she collapsed into her arms; then she took her to her bed and laid her down.

Lisa started begging Sam to take her now. “Please,” she begged. Their lips locked hungrily, passionately, and connected them in harmony.

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All Lisa remembered was Sam grabbing her furiously and sitting her onto her face with her long tongue eagerly wanting to enter her pussy. Lisa rode Sam’s tongue as it if was a stiff dick until she came inside her mouth, squirting down her throat. Sam became transfixed and locked her down deeper and harder so she could barely move on her face. Lisa exploded and exploded and exploded until she begged for mercy. Sam laid her down and made love to her entire body, which responded to every touch. #Oral #Pussy #Blowjob #Oralsex #HotLesbian #SexyLesbian

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Sam called Candice and Justin for a private session; she was overdue…

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