EROTICA • LESBIAN

I Had Sex With Another Erotica Writer

I’d been stalking her on Medium for a while.

I first encountered her on Medium. A fellow erotica writer using her words to arouse and titillate. Her alluring profile photo of her knee-high socks and heels. I started commenting on her stories. My heart quickened each time she clapped and commented on mine.

Then I found one of her stories that aroused me more than I could ever imagine — the one with Beverley and Asha. Beverley daydreamed about Asha, imagining the sexual things she’d do to her. I remember lying in bed, reading it on my phone with one hand inside my panties. My nub grew thicker and wetter the more I read. I slipped a finger into myself as Beverly did the same to Asha. I climaxed only a few seconds later.

“Oh Lucy, thank you! That’s smashing feedback:-)”

Her response to my comment on her story.

“Oh, Lucy.”

All I could do was close my eyes and imagine her uttering those words while I pried her legs open. The soft moans as I rubbed her swollen lips through her thin panties.

Ping!

The message tone yanked me from my daydream.

It was her.

Posy Churchgate.

We started chatting about writing shortly after she responded to my comment. Over time, I discovered her blog. Saw what she looked like. The goddess whose words had made me cream my panties more than a dozen times.

“Just heading off to the cinema!” she messaged.

I knew what she was going to see. She told me earlier that day. And what’s more, I knew where she would watch it too. As luck would have it, I was in the area visiting family. It was a coincidence, of course. I’m not a stalker.

“Have fun!” I replied.

Of course, Posy had never seen me before. Well, other than the photo of my tits in my profile. But I had the chance to see her in real life.

The cinema was quite empty. A few teens milled around before heading into one of the theaters. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed her standing alone. She was typing into her phone. It was clear she wasn’t happy. It looked like her friend couldn’t make it.

I felt faint. It was like the first time I spotted a celebrity in a random shop in town. But this feeling was different. It was lust. I could feel my nipples growing hard inside my bra. All I could imagine was Beverly and Asha. But with me and Posy.

“Posy?” I croaked.

I cleared my throat. She didn’t hear me. I watched as she walked into the theater by herself.

“One ticket, please,” I said.

I grabbed it and rushed inside. It was dark already, with the first few trailers playing. I scanned the empty theater until I saw her.

“Act normal,” I whispered.

I slid into the same row and plopped beside her on my extra-wide VIP seat. She glanced at me and smiled. At that moment, I was grateful for my leggings. It added another layer to keep my growing wetness inside.

I pulled my top down, hoping she would notice my cleavage. I wasn’t even sure she was into other women. But the way her lesbian stories were written gave me hope.

“Hey,” I greeted back.

The entire theater of open seats, and I sat next to her. At least she didn’t look annoyed by it. We watched the next few trailers in silence. My arm grazed hers a few times, causing a fluttering in my stomach each time.

“I love this actor,” she whispered.

“Hmmm,” I agreed, sliding my hand down until it rested on her upper thigh.

She didn’t move. I couldn’t concentrate on the movie. The fluttering moved from my stomach down to my panties.

“Me too,” I said.

I moved my hand higher, pulling her dress over her knee. I took a deep breath as she parted her legs a little. Was it an invite? Posy kept staring at the screen.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it. I sneaked my hand inside her thigh, moving it slowly higher between her legs. The heat from her panties sent my heart racing. My hand trembled as my fingers touched the front of her underwear. I could feel her pussy lips, warm and inviting behind her lacy knickers.

“Posy, it’s me, Lucy,” I confessed.

“I know,” she smiled.

I gasped as she slipped a hand between my thighs. Posy squeezed my pussy through my leggings.

“Uh, fuck,” I whimpered.

I slipped my fingers in through the sides of her panties. I bit down on my bottom lip as I squeezed a finger between her wet lips.

“Oh, Lucy,” she moaned.

I pulled my hand out and sucked on my fingers, tasting her. Posy shimmied out of her panties and pulled her dress to her waist. Without a word, I pulled my leggings to my feet and climbed onto her, straddling her. I leaned down and planted my lips on hers.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Posy,” I whispered, before I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

She glided her hand into my panties and squeezed two fingers into my messy, gaping cunt.

“Ah, fuck,” I whined.

I ran my hands over her chest, feeling her plump tits. In a frenzy, I unbuttoned the top of her dress, pulled her bra up, and wrapped my lips around her nipples. Posy moaned as I groped her tits, feeling her nipples growing hard in my mouth.

Her fingering grew faster, the sound of her palm slapping against my mound so loud in my ears, even though the soundtrack was booming.

“Wait, wait,” I whimpered.

But Posy did not hold back. The next moment I trembled and quivered as an explosive orgasm tore through my body. I squealed and shook, feeling my wetness dripping onto her exposed lips.

I slid between her legs, pushed them open wider, and buried my face in her pussy. Posy gripped my hair as I twirled my tongue around her swollen clit.

“Ah!” she whimpered, bucking her hips into my face.

Her body shook beneath me as she climaxed into my mouth. I lapped up her sweet nectar, swirling my tongue inside her fleshy opening until she loosened her grip on my hair.

I crept back onto my seat and pulled my leggings back up. My heart was still racing as small ripples of aftershock trembled through me.

“I think we better watch the end of the movie,” she smiled.

Thank you to Posy Churchgate - Writes & Edits Fiction for allowing me to include her in my fictional fantasy! 😊

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