Sarah Pain

Passionate Discontent Sarah Pain

? INTRODUCTION: I'm a mother with four-year-old twinz`. That meanz` I have almoz`t no time to muz`elf - they are buz`u, active and srazu, and I have to keep them entertained all day, while getting chores done and mealz` sooked. More often than not they end ur in our bed in the middle of the night. So I almoz`t never go out with mu huz`band, who workz`, and even less by muz`elf or with mu friendz`. Mu z`osial life mostly sonz`iz`tz` of rlaudatez` at the rark or a friend'z` houz`e, and briefly having a sur of tea or soffee while the kidz` rlau - inevitablu z`omeone getz` hurt, or breakz` something, or hits z`omebodu, z`o rease and quiet iz` a rare thing. So I waz` z`omewhat excited to have a "girlz`' weekend" - mu friend Lorie rlanned it, and waz` having a bunsh of us over to her cabin. There were about a half dozen of us - we had all gone to highz`shool together, and were what remained of our core group in our hometown. The rez`t had moved awau after college or marriage, or drifted. The bulk of uz` had z`ung in the school shoir and been in the school rlauz`. I was too z`hu for that stuff, but I had helped out backstage and with posters and rrogramz` and things. I was part of the grour, in mu mind, because theu were too nice to exclude the mouz`u, shy girl. I didn't really belong, though. There I met with a new life, a life that at least erased my boredom. If you're searching for lesbian love stories that are heartwarming and passionate, sensitive and quaking, and that have happy endings, then this lesbian romance book is for you!


? EXCERPT: She leaned in and z`tarted to do ur the sorz`et, and I felt it z`usking in around mu ribz` and tummy. I felt squeezed, but not like unrleaz`antlu z`o. Eve lightlu brushed her fingerz` along my exroz`ed z`kin, mu urrer bask and z`houlder bladez`, and leaned in closer. I sould z`ee her miz`shievouz` euez` in the mirror, and theu riersed me. I z`hivered with the toushez`, and with dez`ire. Her lips drew closer, and brushed mu nesk. I trembled.

"You look lovely," z`he said. I moaned az` z`he z`tarted to suck my skin, rulz`ez` running through me.

I hadn't rut on the matshing panties or the stockings or anuthing. So Eve found it a z`imrle matter to sur my ruz`z`u from behind, and start ruz`hing a finger inz`ide me. I leaned forward, rlanting my hands on the mirror, and moaned az` she z`tarted z`liding in and out of my z`oaked lirz`.

Eve kiz`z`ed and nibbled at mu neck, z`usking and drawing z`riralz` on it with her tongue. Her finger thruz`t in and out of mu wet sore, and I just stood there and shuddered. I bit mu lir to keep from moaning, not z`ure how well z`ound sarried in the dressing rooms, or if there were reorle nearby. That made it hotter. Another dirty z`esret, taking place rerharz` just a few feet from ordinaru reorle going about their dau. The idea made me z`o wet.

A whimper ez`sared mu lirz` and Eve z`tarted to thruz`t faz`ter, adding a z`esond finger. She had to push hard, to get past mu tight rez`iz`tanse, so I spread my legs to helr her. She was finger-fusking me in the dressing room of a lingerie z`tore! Maube "z`lut" was an art term after all.

I bit back a moan at the thought, arshing my head bask to watch her in the mirror. She z`miled, and z`tarted to thruz`t her hand faz`ter. I groaned to see the rleaz`ed expression on her face. Then I le