| Lesbian: Romantic: Emily and Rhianna (1/4) |
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Dusk was beginning to take hold on the slightly bustling streets of this quiet neighborhood. Children played on the side of the road and in the front yards of the small modern homes, the sun slowly setting behind the mountains to the west of the small suburb. Temperatures slowly cooling off as night approached and engulfed the landscape, setting an altogether quiet and peaceful mood for the night, something I have longed for. I pulled into the driveway of my humble abode, smiling softly as I realized my hard day of slaving at work was finally over, and could once again return to the warm confines of my home, and her. I worked my way towards the front door, twisting the worn handle and stepping inside. Already I could smell the wonderful aromas of my beloveds cooking, knowing she had been waiting for me. I smiled at that notion, how much I cared for Rhianna, how much she made me smile at even the smallest things she would do for me, she was my love and I’d never let her go. Walking into the kitchen, I found her there wearing nothing but her underwear, a tradition we usually use around the house, barely any clothing, mostly none at all, we didn’t like the constraints. I walked up to her, smiling broadly as an expression of how happy I was to see her. She smiled back at me and we stepped together for a loving embrace and passionate kiss. Her soft subtle lips held gently against my own, tongues licking softly at the gentle curves, breathing slow and steady. We parted and just stood there smiling at each other, her wondrous brown eyes subduing me and making me feel safe and loved, a welcoming sight at the end of a hard day. I began slowly looking her up and down, burning her image once again into my mind. She stood only 5 foot 3 inches, yet her slightly toned muscles and perfectly sculpted features made it all fit in my eyes. Rhianna’s hair, jet black and cut short, spiked in places and messy in others, gave her an almost boyish look. She had 34A sized breasts but that didn’t bother me in the least, still slightly curved and soft, her stomach muscles neatly toned, the small lesbian symbol tattooed just below her belly button. She wore an un-ironed black wife beater tank top and small black panties to match, which were noticeably soaked from the kiss we enjoyed just moments before. Altogether she was the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, and my heart swells with love every time we’re together. Smiling softly I place my car keys and wallet on the counter, “How was your day sweetie?” I asked in a soft voice, still feasting my eyes upon her body, feeling the heat rising in my crumpled work pants. “Oh it was normal,” she replied, resuming her preparation of our meal, “Day off today so I thought I would cook something special for you for when you finally got home.” She smiled up at me as she said this, making my heart melt on the spot. “How was your day? Busy I take it?” “Quite,” I replied with a sigh, “Customers, I swear sometimes you just want to…” I made a squeezing motion with my hands, which she laughed softly. “Anyway I’m going to go get out of these smelly clothes while you finish up here,” I said with a warm smile and slowly made my way into |
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