In the interest of gender equity, here is a thread in which to partake in a lesbian orgy. Woo.
House rules:
No men participants.
No straight men saying "ooh, I’m a lesbian trapped in a man’s body! You’re not. It’s not funny. However, M2F transexuals are more than welcome to participate in this here lesbian lovin’.
No, we’re not videotaping. This goes doubly for you, Mr. “I’ll sell it to FOX!”
Debauchery is our friend.
Hey, straight girls. Ever wonder? You know you have.
No, I repeat, no regrets in the morning.
As I am monogamous, I’m just going to leave now and close the door. Have fun, don’t forget safe words, and for the love of all that is holy and many things that aren’t:
Y’all are a bunch of wusses. I’ll jump in with both feet, yodelling. “Get permission”…plbth.
All right. I have honey, marichino cherries, two clean sets of sheets, a stack of clean towels, a butterfly, a micro-butterfly, 2 (two) strap-ons (you pick the size), various massagers, baby oil, and candles. I can also bring (if requested) a nice set of leather wrist and ankle manacles and a small cat-o’-nine-tails.
Una walks into the room, with Fierra on her arm. Fierra looks stunning in a black Versace dress, slit up to the top of her creamy white thigh. Una is sinister-looking in an Armani number from last year…how droll!
Una looks around. “Gee…it’s awful empty here…love, why don’t you get some chips and dip while I set up the restraints? Hmm…wonder what andygirl had in mind with all this…and where is the Dark Princess, and her Dark Consort, Jen of the Cruel and Stinging Whip? Hmmm…”
“Wait a minute, my Queen, my love…I don’t like the feel of this…it is too convenient. I think the Dark Princess has set a trap…after all, where is her consort?
At the very least, she seeks new converts, loyal only to her, to aid her in her bid for power in ULVAN…”
(Una walks up to Canby and eyes her like a piece of meat, walks slowly around her. Canby flushes in embarassment as she feels Una’s eyes travel over her body…)
So…you are new here, yes? Hmmm…tell me, little one. Has anyone ever owned you - possessed you - made you come until your cries echoed into the soft night, until you sobbed uncontrollably, hands clenched into fists, toes curling, your tummy fluttering, the restraints holding you under the nimble fingers that give you complete release as a woman?
Have soft lips ever worshipped at your nipples, have slim fingers never dipped to your center to bring your sweet honey to eager, waiting lips? Have you ever cried out the name of a woman who owns you as every muscle in your body locks in release? Have you ever been held under soft covers as tender lips touch your ear and whisper sweet little poems to you, as you shudder in soft arms - breast to breast, tummy to tummy, your legs straddling hers, as her hands caress your back, your sides, and she tells you you are beautiful, and everything is alright?
Well?
Well. Someone will be along shortly to help you with that. I belong solely to my Dark Consort Fierra…happy sigh…
