A Woman’s Touch is a Lesbian and Fiction Erotica short story - F/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.Sexy blonde Brandy never planned to become a porn star, but it pays the bills. It probably wouldn’t bother her that much, except that she is forced to star in exclusively straight movies, despite her preference for women. No matter how many times she asks, however, she is always paired with men.After a long, hard day on set with two Italians, she comes home to her brunette lover Angela, tired and in dire need of relaxation. A quick shower helps, but Brandy is still tense and tired as they sit down for dinner. For dessert, though, Angela plans on really helping Brandy de-stress. In the bedroom, Angela pulls out all the stops to make sure her lover gets the attention she so direly needs. From tongues to toys, her only goal is to give Brandy the pleasure only the soft touch of a woman can bring. Excerpt:Her movements were teasingly slow. The pace was at once relaxing and maddening. I wiggled and clenched to signal for her to go faster, but she either didn’t take the hint or ignored my non-verbal request.Angela’s hands clasped my shoulders. She kneaded my flesh, coaxing a moan of approval from me. Her hands roamed along my upper back, caressing and stroking in ways only she knew how. I practically melted into the sheets, now content to let her do as she pleased.Those heavenly hands made their way down my back ever so slowly. She took her sweet time in massaging me. Her touch drove away every little bit of tenseness inside me. My lover’s touch moved steadily lower and lower. All the while, her hips maintained the same slow and steady pace.When Angela’s hands reached my hips, everything changed. The massage ceased instantly as she gripped my hips tight. Her thrusts came hard and fast now. Her hips loudly slapped my upturned bottom with every swift hump.Excerpt:Her movements were teasingly slow. The pace was at once relaxing and maddening. I wiggled and clenched to signal for her to go faster, but she either didn’t take the hint or ignored my non-verbal request.Angela’s hands clasped my shoulders. She kneaded my flesh, coaxing a moan of approval from me. Her hands roamed along my upper back, caressing and stroking in ways only she knew how. I practically melted into the sheets, now content to let her do as she pleased.Those heavenly hands made their way down my back ever so slowly. She took her sweet time in massaging me. Her touch drove away every little bit of tenseness inside me. My lover’s touch moved steadily lower and lower. All the while, her hips maintained the same slow and steady pace.When Angela’s hands reached my hips, everything changed. The massage ceased instantly as she gripped my hips tight. Her thrusts came hard and fast now. Her hips loudly slapped my upturned bottom with every swift hump.
