Her Name Was Angela - Sex Stories

Her Name Was Angela

... skin. Angela was soon face to face with Nancy, letting her body gently come to rest atop her and Nancy hungrily seized Angela's mouth with her own; sliding her arms around her and holding her tight. In the midst of their kiss, Nancy rolled Angela over on her back and cupped the young woman's face in her hands as she now lay beneath her. Passion and carnal desire engulfed them; each woman could feel the other's thundering heart as their bodies and chests were mashed firmly together. Their eyes remained transfixed on each other. Nancy could never get enough of Angela's intoxicating eyes. Instantly, Nancy crushed her mouth to Angela's once again and her tongue explored the deep recesses of the young woman's mouth; straining desperately to taste the divine elixir of her precious soul through the passion of their kiss. The kiss soon broke and the women stared hungrily at each other. Nancy felt Angela looking directly into her soul. "Oh Angela....My love," Nancy murmured. "Gently my precious,” Angela whispered. “I’m here. I’m with you. And I love you so very much." "Can I taste you now," Nancy asked breathlessly. "Yes, my darling. Follow your heart and do what comes naturally." Angela answered. Nancy took her time as she sampled every inch of Angela’s luscious flesh. The girl’s sexuality was almost overwhelming and Nancy never knew this level of intimacy and passion could exist between two human beings; let alone two women. When Nancy's journey down and around Angela's body ...

... finally brought her to the young woman's sexual center; Nancy became aware that this was the most meaningful and magical experience of her life. Angela Litteral was truly divine. And as she sampled Angela's honey sweet nectar and feasted on her ripe and immaculate young womanhood, Nancy's mind, heart and soul filled with the assurance that she did indeed matter after all. For truly the first time in her life, she felt like a complete human being. That she was in fact a vibrant, pure and beautiful creation. That though she had made so many horrendous mistakes in her life; she herself was no mistake at all. Her life had purpose. And her purpose was to be the woman God had created her to be. And from now on, with His help, she would do her best to be that woman. The two women remained entwined in their deep lover's passion until dawn began to break. Nancy had never before experienced such a wondrous night of true lovemaking. No other human being had ever before been as gentle, compassionate, patient or understanding with her in the throes of sexual passion. Never before had she known what it was like to be so wantonly desired or passionately loved. On this night, Nancy Jennings was reborn. And as Angela finally fell away to sleep in her arms, Nancy snuggled her tightly; holding on to her like the most cherished of possessions. Gently stroking and caressing her beautiful young lover's gorgeous flesh, Nancy gradually drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep herself. Perhaps the most ...