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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
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COMMIN' HOME (F-cerimony)
Written 1995 for Euro-Sappho
by Indina Beuche
Where am I?
She asked herself, directing her finger to touch her belly- the
best way to find out, whether she was dreaming.... No, her belly
was warm, feeling like a well-fed-belly should feel like. But
what's that? This *strange* new feeling? Her body pulsates. A
bright Hummmmmmmmmmmmmming from the very deep center of herself.
Or was it the soundof the air? Humid, hot, tropical, spicy air?
Opening her eyes she realized, her body had changed. How she had
changed! No more stiff Levis 501 to keep her butchy image alive.
No more 300$-bison-leather-top. No more clothes anyway -
strange...
She was free - her body touched only by a whirl of rainbow-
coloured soft feathers. Nicely arranged around her hips. And how
she was melting! Sweating! All her pores opened to swallow the
humidity and the pulse of spicy air. Where the hell did she
finally land...?
Mon amour! Africa!! Afrique!!! *MOTHERLAND* - the ORIGN. Center
of spirit. Center of lust. Center of joy... Yoni center : )
Like enlightened by an electric shock she realized where she was
dropped to - it felt like coming home after an endless journey.
Her long trip to the desperate sides of human-life was over. Her
trip to shelter and support the worldwide dyke-sister-community
from getting mad in that man-monsters-ruled world finally ended -
she was back home!
The drumming... the pulse of rhythm coming closer - and closer -
DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUUB DUUB
DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUBDUB DADA DUUB DADA DUUB
Her worshipping-sisters came closer. She couldn't see much - a
big cloud of dust covered the sweaty bodies of dancing women.
Stumping their feet into the soil of the holy land. They were
dancing the global rhythm. Shaking their boobs as if there's no
tomorrow.
Goddess - she remembered! - It was the fifth of October - the day
for the YONY-RITUAL! How could she forget this central date of
her community!
Her body got into the rhythm. So easily invited by the power of
the drums. She was melting. Dripping sweat. Rivers of sweat
longing to drown in the ocean of love. It took her a second to be
in the middle of the group of priestesses. They were dancing
close to each other. Very close! Holding each other... very
close! Touching each other...so passionate. Giggling and Teasing.
Shoulder to shoulder, her breasts whipping, pulsating...trembling
hips. Turns and turns of sweaty bodies - round and round - the
whole world went in circles. She was part of the ritual. She came
home.
No doubt. And she was going to celebrate the LUST.
Her Yoni starts to breath...longing to get wild... Her eyes are
shiny like the stars of universe.
Her hips move round and round now. Sharing the same rhythm, same
pulse with the others - slowly circling her pelvis, she can feel
the heat of her closest two partners. The drumbeat gets stronger
now, the rhythm gets faster. Fireballs explode between her legs.
She tastes the sweat of her two sisters, who press their
trembling tits against hers. The most delicious spice of love.
Nipples precious like diamonds. But so much softer... Women
moving in circles. Getting closer and closer. Now she openes her
mouth to drink from their lips. Lips so juicy like swallen ripe
cherries. Peach skin. Lipstick lips and 'au naturelle'-lips.
Wanting to drink from the essence of lust her tongue starts a
sensual trip, exploring her partners faces, finding opened lips
and smooth sensitive tongues. Three women longing for each other,
longing to satisfy their lust. Closer and closer... Shocking
thrills! Exploding waves of passion. Wet tongues licking each
other.
So passionate...Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper.....
Longing for more, they sink down together. Still moving their
hips in never ending circles. She opens her mind. Opens her legs
to expose her beloved Yoni. Her melting flower, kissed by a
swollen pearl - right in the center of life.
She knew now - she came back home to enjoy the pleasure - pure
ecstasy. Ready to fill her glowing body with the lust of endless
lasting love. Vanilla and chocolate chips - tacos with hot pepper
- ladyfingers....everything she had been longing for since
*ages*.....
Her swollen clit arouses more and more - softly teasing the pearl
of her closest lover, who places her center of joy just in front
of hers. And it's still getting hotter... Dripping sweat, hips
pressed to hips. Circling pearls, moving faster and faster....
breathing together ...Aahhhhh - deeper and deeper and deeeeep...
Ecstasy.... waves of satisfied lust are electrifying the whole
atmosphere. Sweaty bodies rolling in the sand, sticky and wet
from the humidity of love.
The air is filled with the juicy smell of women making love...
The rhythm of drums cools down a bit now. Having enjoyed and
satisfied their strongest longing for each other, it was now
time to relax and prepare themselves for the main act.
The cosmic orgasm. The kiss of the YONI-GODDESS....
A pleasant breeze of cooler air whispered over their sweaty
bodies now...
She took a chance to look around... What a *long* time she'd been
away from home! But now... here she was again! - part of the holy
community. Part of the heat and the spicy scent of intensity.
Goddess, how hard she had worked - out there - for her
dyke-sisters struggling in a running-mad world.
Yes, it was time to take a deep breath and refill her energy...so
she did.
Looking around, still so close to her two lovers, she realized
that they were about 35 women - some single, some couples, some
in larger groups. Preferences are preferences... :-)
The ritual-compound was placed right in the center of their
village. Few of the old holy baobab trees gave enough shelter
from the hot midday sun. She smiled when she realized that the
largest group of priestesses was formed around that blondie -
what was her name in the other world again??? Marilyn... yeahh,
that lovely sister who always loved to incarnate as a perfect
femme...100%. Yes, Marilyn knew how to get her attention. Just
now she giggled something into darling Ava's ear, adding a tender
bite.
Suddenly the rhythm changed. Sharp quick whirls beaten on the
talking drums announcing the appearance of two youngster-dykes.
Two heroines, fresh from their initiation coming out of the holy
forest, where they spend the last three weeks. - (Without
euro-sappho!) -
Their faces are full of pride of their own beauty and their new
wisdom and a bit shy 'cos it was their first event for the
community.
And here *SHE* came - carried in a wooden shrine, held carefully
like a jewel by the two baby-priestess-dykes...who came closer to
the group and leaded the holy sculpture of our goddess to the
center of the ritual-compound.
But look now! This fire ... and lightning!! How the sky changes
it's colours! The slight breeze changes to a strong windblow
while the sculpture gets respectfully placed on an old
baobab-stub, low enough to allow a perfect view to the beauty of
the figure.
Big breasts and well developed hips, arms with opened hands
showing to the sky. And her Yoni... The pure beauty!
Her opened lips coloured in a warm red, surrounded by shiny
sea-shells.
Immediately the relaxation was gone! - No more giggling and
nibbling each others ears. Here *SHE* was, the wisest of the
wise, the most powerful spirit of this beloved dykes' world.
Tikkatatikkata diggidi diggidi Tikkatatikkata diggidi digdig
Tikkatatikkata diggidi diggidi Tikkatatikkata diggidi digdig
the stickdrums are going crazy now - the rhythm gets faster and
faster.
Just one second and all woman get involved with the rising of
another - BIGGER heatwave. Caused by their own power and now
tuned up, 'cos *SHE* was there!
No! No escape - The TRANCE throws her fellows into the ocean of
lust *again*.
And look at the joy in our faces! She feels the heat now -
stronger than ever before - get up and dance! Move to the rhythm!
Cry your cry and cry it looouuud! Scream your scream and laugh
your stress away - FREE YOURSELF!
Hips pressed to hips, arms wrapped around legs, hips, breasts,
faces, thoughts...all seems to be connected and focussed to one
main aim: Worshipping the center of lust, celebrating the
YONI-POWER!
She closes her eyes, wanting to feel the crazyness of that
electrifying woman that danced next to her. She'd seen her
before, just couldn't remember, where....Doesn't matter now, her
body reacted straight -
*This* woman... she didn't even touch her, but already longed to
taste the spice of her glowing skin. And how she was glowing!
Opening her eyes she nearly got shocked of the warm and open
smile that her lover send to her. Looking straight into her own
eyes. And these dark brown eyes come closer now, her cheek softly
touches her lips... - what a thrill!
"Ohhh darling" her lover whispers with her warm and cozy voice...
"how did I long for your return... you've been away for years,
honey. I feared so much - I feared that you might have got lost
in that other world, while falling for a hetera... suffering a
lot of pain... being lost for *our* love".
"Don't you worry, darling! " - Tears running from her eyes... she
remembers now, all those painful nights, all her confusion - so
often she lost her path during her stay in the rough society. Now
everything was so easy. She was really free again. Longing to
celebrate her return.! She bumped her belly against her lovers
hips. Holding her face in her hands, her tongue wanted to travel
deep into the sea of her lovers glowing body. And she met her
opened soft-cherry-lips... Their tongues melting together so
softly...
Turning in circles of deep passion. Her hand left a perfect
smooth-formed round belly to travel downwards - slowly and softly
slipping and gliding on the sweat of her body, circling the
curves of her hips, wandering to explore her landscape and share
the thrills of fire.
Both are burning now - there's nothing else than pure longing and
melting. Holding each other so tight, their bodies glide down in
perfect harmony. Comfortably placed on a piece of indigo-cloth
her tongue explores the depth of her lovers navel. Sucking a
little drop in that cute valley she longs for even more. Search
and you'll find...
A deep sighhh accompanies her next stop. "Ohh...my sweet
darling!... You do me so goood... drivin' me wild!!"
She was still getting hotter - ohhh, what a lovely shiny pearl...
exposed in her swollen beauty, ready to receive her tender
tongue's language. Circling around her lovers hottest spot, she
feels her own flower burning like fire. Flames of lust flushing
two bodies... Her tongue glides deeper, invited of the liquid
lust of her open valley.
She tickles her lovers glowing pearl, licking her fruit, circling
faster and faster...wanting to drive her crazy, doesn't stop the
wilderness of her tongue, circling and circling.... flooded of
her juice of lust and .......ahhhh, daaarling, so deeep, so
stroooong.... fire flashes!
Thunder! Explosions! And Lightning!
--- Look at our goddess!! *She*'s glowing like fire! ---
--- *She*'s riding the wave! ---
--- *SHE* IS SENDING HER ARROW!!!! ---
Meanwhile, somewhere in another world.....
....Forwarded message from the french tv channel TV 5:
Notre president, monsieur le Jacques Chirac, et mort d'une
accident sur la rue cet soir. On ne sait pas comment, mais la
police a trouvé une fleche dans son coeur. On ne sait rien, mais
une jeune fille a racontrée qu'elle a vu une lumiere très
magique...