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I love this sapphic story. There are so much lovely feminin vibes🥰♀️♀️😘💋.
The sun of Sylvie
In the sweet setting of French Provence, where the sun caresses the hills and lavender scents perfume the air, Rose, a young 27-year-old school teacher, settles down for a new life.
After studying law to become a lawyer, she chose to follow her heart and embrace the vocation of teacher.
It is in this small Provencal village that she puts down her suitcases, mid-August, to prepare for the start of school and acclimatize herself to this new environment.
On this morning of Saturday, Rose decides to go to the village market, famous for its local products and talented craftsmen.
Dressed in a fluid red dress that hugs her perfect shapes, her long curved legs and her cascading brown hair, she attracts all eyes. Her emerald green eyes and mischievous smile leave no one indifferent, although she is not looking for suitors, still marked by her past romantic disappointments.
In the middle of the colorful stands and the festive atmosphere, Rose sees a blonde woman, alone, busy at her stand. She must be between thirty and forty years old, with a short cut in the square, fine lines and a bewitching turquoise look. Her white dress with flowers emphasizes her slim waist and feminine curves.
She has a radiant smile that immediately catches Rose’s attention. She slowly approaches, discovering that the beautiful stranger is a beekeeper and offers honey jars as well as handmade jewelry.
When their eyes cross, Rose blushes, troubled by the intensity of this moment. The blonde, named Sylvie, bursts with laughter and invites her to taste its lavender honey.
Rose accepts with a big smile. Sylvie approaches her to taste the honey with a small spoon. Their faces are so close that Rose feels butterflies in her belly.
She has a radiant smile that immediately catches Rose’s attention. She slowly approaches, discovering that the beautiful stranger is a beekeeper and offers honey jars as well as handmade jewelry.
She tries to hide her trouble, but Sylvie seems to enjoy it. The stand, named "The sun of Sylvie", offers wooden or silver jewelry with feminist symbols or paganists or even lesbians with a magnificent double venus.
Rose, knowing these meanings well, admires Sylvie’s freedom and open-mindedness. Intrigued by the name of the stand, Rose asks where this famous sun is. Sylvie tells her that it is the sunset visible from the top of the hill overlooking his property.
Rose expresses her desire to see this show, and Sylvie immediately invites her to come the same evening. At 6:00 p.m., they meet and climb together to the top.
On the way, Rose learns more about Sylvie, who left everything for a simple and authentic life. Once at the top, they sit side by side on a wall to admire the sunset.
Their hands come closer, their fingers intertwine, and without a word, their faces touch each other to exchange a long passionate kiss.
In the sweetness of that Provençal night, Rose and Sylvie, their hands still interlaced, slowly raised themselves, their eyes plunging into each other.
The moonlight bathed their faces with a silver glow, accentuating the beauty of their features. Sylvie, with infinite sweetness, caressed the cheek of Rose, her fingers brushing her velvety skin. Rose shivered, not of cold, but of an ardent desire that burned every inch of her being.
They walked in silence to Sylvie’s house, a small haven of peace nestled at the foot of the hill. The door hardly closed, their lips were found, greedy and passionate.
Their bodies pressed against each other, as if magnetized by an irresistible force. Rose felt the hands of Sylvie gliding along her back, giving rise to shivers of pleasure.
She let out a sigh, losing herself in the embrace of this woman who upset her. Sylvie, with a deliberate slowness, slipped the straps of Rose’s red dress, revealing her bare shoulders.
Her lips followed the same path, sowing burning kisses on her skin.
Rose, eyes half closed, savored every sensation, every caress. She felt her robe fall at her feet, leaving her almost naked, vulnerable, but in total confidence.
Sylvie stepped back, admiring the beauty of Rose, her perfect curves, her skin golden by the sun. She slowly undressed herself, revealing her slender body and feminine curves.
Rose, subjugated, could not detach her eyes from this enchanting vision. She stepped forward, her hands trembling with emotion, and stroked Sylvie’s hips, gently rising towards her chest.
Their bodies met, skin against skin, in a sensual and harmonious dance. They lay down on the bed, their breaths mixed, their hearts beating in unison.
Sylvie’s hands explored every corner of Rose’s body, creating waves of pleasure. Rose, in turn, discovered the curves of Sylvie, her fingers sliding on her soft skin, her lips tasting each piece of her body.
Their groans mixed, their bodies undulating in perfect harmony. They gave themselves to each other, without restraint, without modesty, in a total communion.
Their souls seemed to come together, to merge into one another, in a symphony of pleasure and love.
At sunrise, their bodies entwined, they woke up gently, their eyes filled with tenderness and complicity.
Rose stroked Sylvie’s hair, a blissful smile on her lips. Sylvie, eyes shining, muttered: "I think I’ve found my sun, Rose."
And in this moment of pure bliss, they realized that their story was just beginning, bathed in light and love.
Elula Lavande
text translated from French with an online translator. possibility of errors.
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I love sapphic love. Women love respectful.
Sapphic Utopia
In a parallel world, far from the tumult and violence, there is an Earth populated exclusively by women.
This world, bathed in serenity and sweetness, is a haven of peace where war and brutality have never found their place. Women live in harmony with nature, respecting every blade of grass, every drop of water, every breath of wind.
On this earth, women reproduce among themselves, giving birth to girls who perpetuate this cycle of life and love. Men have never existed in their consciousness, and their absence is not a deficiency but a blessing.
The society is structured around the sorority, where every woman is a sister, a friend, a lover.
The religion practiced is Wicca Dianic, a spirituality that venerates the Mother Goddess and celebrates nature in all its splendor.
Witches, guardians of ancestral wisdom, practice white magic in accordance with Mother Nature.
They use their powers to heal, protect and nourish, always respecting natural cycles.
When they reach the age of majority, girls are introduced to the love of nature and women. It is a sacred rite of passage, where they learn to listen to the murmur of the trees, to feel the pulse of the earth under their feet, and to cherish the beauty of every living being.
They also discover the art of love, not as a conquest but as a deep and respectful communion. The days pass peacefully, punctuated by seasons and rituals.
Women dance under the moon, sing hymns to the Goddess, and share meals prepared with the fruits of the earth.
Their world is a garden of Eden, where every gesture is a prayer, every smile an act of gratitude. In this parallel world, the Earth breathes freely, without pollution or exploitation.
The rivers flow clear and pure, the forests are dense and lush, and the air is filled with the scent of flowers. Women, in symbiosis with their environment, live fully, aware of their role as guardians of life.
Thus, in this world of women, peace reigns, love flourishes, and nature thrives. It is a universe where gentleness and kindness are the key words, where every woman is a goddess, and where the Earth is a sacred sanctuary.
Elula Lavande
text translated from French with an online translator. possibility of errors.
Sometimes I lay in my bed thinking of how she comes into my room and sits on the bed. Her hand moves over my body, softly caressing certain parts of me. She smiles when my nipples become erect and then she moves her hand down to my mound making me wet. When she pulls the sheet away I know she will soon be naked beside me and I will feel her lips and tongue moving towards my wetness. She soon positions herself so we both enjoy each other’s juices.
Her Promise
Before we started she promised that she would pull out before the cum started. I said okay and we moved to the bed and she undressed me and I her. We stood naked before each other as she grabbed me and we kissed passionately. Her breasts met mine and our nipples rubbed in the way I love. Soon I felt her moving to push me down onto the bed and then she parted my thighs. Her mouth moved down my body, pausing to kiss my breasts then traveling on down until she was kissing my mound. I pushed my hips up urging her to eat me as she slipped her tongue between my lips and against my clit. Her fingers entered me and she fingered as she pressed her tongue up inside. I grabbed the bed cover in my fists and moaned loudly as she fingered deeply and held pressure on my clit with her tongue. She reached her free hand up to my breast and pinched the nipple. I felt the first flood of cum swelling in my clit and knew I would be there soon. She pulled out her fingers and moved her mouth over my mound as she sucked and flicked her tongue over my clit. That did it and I exploded into her mouth with a very intense orgasm. She expertly sucked my cum down and licked me until my orgasm subsided. Then she raised up and stood beside the bed, lifted my thighs and guided her hard cock past my outer lips and deep inside. I screamed out as her hardness filled me and she rammed against my mound with hers. She was holding deep inside and I started moving my hips wanting her to fuck me. As she pulled back I raised up to accept each thrust deep into me. She fucked me hard and good into two more orgasms and was guiding me into another when I felt her begin to spasm and then hot jets of her cum begin to fill me. At first my orgasm exploded with her but I screamed with a panic cry as her juices mixed deep inside me. She slammed hard down inside and held herself against me as she emptied herself. Laying on top of me she pinned my body to the bed and kissed me again and again. With her cum mixed with mine, I felt the liquid seeping out and down to the covers. So much for promises, huh?
Sapphic Wake Up
I don't remember how it happened, but there I was in her bed, naked and her asleep right next to me. I felt the pleasures of the night before in my thighs and breasts, little bite marks telling the story. A little soreness in my mound and the scent off sex in the air around us. She was so beautiful laying there turned toward me. Long black hair swirled across her pillow and her petite breasts with pointed nipples toping the beauty of them. She too had bite marks, did I do that? She stirred and opened her eyes to catch me admiring her waist and hips. I looked up at her and as our eyes met she moved her free hand to the back of my head and pulled me down to her lips. We kissed, deeply and passionately as if we were lovers for ever. I instantly felt it in my stomach and wetness flooded my pussy. She reached for my hand and guided it to her mound and I found she was wet already. Soon we were against each other, mouths kissing, sucking and biting flesh. Our thighs moved between one another and our mounds pressed so wonderfully together. Soon the moans and breaths filled the room with passion and as we came together our bodies stiffened for another orgasm.
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