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(This story is from my girlfriend, she was in a relationship with another girl a few years back)
It would always start with kisses, they started playful and worked their way into the slow and deep ones that send fire through your thighs. My hands could never keep to themselves long and they'd end up trailing up her hips and sides all the way to her breasts, which I'd slowly move towards with my mouth. My mouth couldn't keep off the neck first, though, and I'd leave a mark or two before I slid my tongue towards her nipples, covered in goosebumps from my fingertips.
My tongue would trail from breasts to stomach to hips, where I would hardly be able to help keep myself from leaving more beautiful marks on her shivering skin. At this point I couldn't restrain a small sadistic laugh - the power felt amazing and gentle and beautiful and soaked my own underwear all at once. My fingertips would slide slowly beneath her underwear to reach inside her, eliciting writhes and moans of ecstasy.
I'd start to lose control here, my power turned into fever and a need for her taste - I would break character, I couldn't hold back anymore. Removing her underwear, I'd spread her legs gently to welcome my tongue and slip it into her with a passion I couldn't restrain.
After going in with such a passion, I'd have to remember to slow down, to be gentle and let her relax and enjoy what I could do. I would write the alphabet with the tip of my tongue, draw figure eights and often remove myself from the clit just to be a tease. I'd trail my tongue along the very outside, I'd look up and smile, before going back down to finish. Gripping her legs or hips, I could feel her shaking, and her desperate moans told me all I needed until finally the convulsions of orgasm would take over her and I'd feel her muscles spasm under my tongue.