Sunday, June 29, 2025

The Battle for Room 282


In the dimly lit hotel corridor, the sound of heels clicking against the floor echoed like the ticking of a time bomb. The tension was fiery as two figures approached each other, their eyes locked in a focused gaze. They were Robin and Elly, the city's most sought-after lesbian escorts, whose rivalry had reached a boiling point. Both were known for their talent to turn any woman’s head and give her the night of her life, but tonight, they were about to settle their territorial dispute in the most primal way possible.

The door to Room 282 swung open, revealing a plush suite bathed in a soft light. An explosive atmosphere of desire and competition hung in the air as the women stepped inside, their eyes never leaving each other. They had both received texts from the same high-profile client, and neither was willing to back down.

"This is my client, Robin," Elly snarled, her voice dripping with contempt. "You always steal from me!"
"Steal?" Robin retorted, her eyes flashing. "You can't blame me for these rich bitches preferring my soft pussy over yours."

This room was to be their battleground, the sight of the opponent sneaking out of the hotel room defeated and exhausted the ultimate price. Elly, a self-confident Hungarian, stripped off her dress in a dramatic flourish, revealing her perfectly shaped body. Robin, a raven-haired Asian seductress, mirrored her, letting her dress pool around her ankles to reveal her own allure.

Their naked forms stood in stark contrast to the opulent surroundings, a tableau of passion and anger. They approached each other, their breaths quickening as their bodies collided. Fingernails raked over skin, leaving trails of goosebumps and a hint of pain that only served to fuel their desire.

"You're going to learn your place," Elly hissed, pushing Robin onto the bed.
Robin, not one to be dominated, rolled them over, her thighs trapping Elly beneath her. They writhed and grunted, their breasts pressing together as they grappled for supremacy. Their hands roamed, exploring, seeking weaknesses and pleasure points.

"This isn't about the client," Robin panted. "It's about who's the best, am I right?"
"And we're about to find out," Elly agreed, her legs wrapping around Robin's waist.

Their mutual hatred grew with every touch, every kiss, every bite. They rolled across the bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of passionate combat. They fought to outdo each other, to bring the other to a shuddering climax first, to prove their sexual prowess.

"I'm going to make you scream," Robin whispered, her voice dark with need.
"Not before I make you beg," Elly countered, while they were still struggling for the upper hand between the chaotically scattered bedsheets.

With a growl, Robin sat back on her knees, her eyes blazing. "Fine," she said. "Let's make it interesting."
"You're right, for once. Open your legs! This must be fought clit on clit," Elly agreed with lustful impatience.

They positioned themselves, knees bent, pussies touching. And with a nod of understanding, the battle began. The room was immediately filled with the arousing sounds of their intimate struggle, the slap of wet labia on wet labia. Elly's hand found Robin's hair, pulling it as she ground her hips upwards. Robin gritted her teeth and fought back, her fingers digging into Elly's thighs. They were lost in the moment, their rivalry peaked in the face of their mutual need.

As they reached climax, the hatred and anger melded with satisfaction, creating a volatile cocktail that shook them to their very cores. They came together, their bodies shuddering in the aftermath of the tribadic contest.

For a moment, they lay there, their sweat-covered breasts swaying in the rhythm of their heavy breathing. Then, with a snarl, Robin pulled away. "The client is mine," she said, her voice low and angry. But Elly was not ready to concede. She rolled Robin over, straddling her. "Not yet," she contradicted determined.

Their battle raged on, their bodies tangling in a passionate frenzy as they sought to outdo each other once more. The night was long, and the hotel walls trembled with their cries of pleasure and rage.

In the end, it was not clear who had won. They lay together, spent and satisfied like never before, their bodies entwined like serpents. The client was forgotten as they realized that sometimes, the most intense rivalries could lead to the most intense passion.

Sunday, June 22, 2025

Poem


In this aqueous arena of lust and desire,
Where the soft whispers of passion do conspire,
Two warrior goddesses of love did meet,
Their eyes locked in a dance, both fierce and sweet.

With breasts like marble sculpture so fair,
Their pussies, the weapons none could compare.
Clothed in the armor of midnight's embrace,
They circled each other with a knowing grace.

Clits standing proud, like warrior's swords drawn,
They clashed and collided, in a fiery dawn.
Their battleground wet with the nectar of lust,
Each touch a declaration, each move a thrust.

Round and round they went, in a frenzy of delight,
Their lust for each other, a glorious fight.
Their bodies entwined in a tapestry of need,
Their pussies clashed, as the rhythm did proceed.

With teeth bared and eyes flashing, like stars in the sky,
They strived to conquer, to reach that high.
They took turns to dominate, to yield,
In a dance as ancient as love itself they wield.

The air thick with the scent of desire,
Their moans grew louder, their libido rose higher.
They grinded and rubbed, in a rhythm so wild,
Their battle of sex, like a storm unmiled.

Until finally, in a crescendo of bliss,
They reached the peak, with scream and hiss.
Their orgasms crashed, like waves on the shore,
Their rivalry settled, forevermore?

Their pussies, once locked in fierce rivalry's dance,
Now rested, their clash reduced to mere prance.
For in this match, no woman could be best,
But they went toe-to-toe, in the ultimate test.

Sunday, June 15, 2025

A Lesson in Tribadic Humility


"What a rush! That was...absolutely exhilarating! I can't believe this bitch actually tried to outdo me in a sexfight. The look on her face when she realized she couldn't match my moves...priceless. She strutted into the club tonight with that smug smile, thinking she had the upper hand just because she's been bragging about her so-called "skills" in bed. But I've seen her dance before, and I knew she was all talk.

The way our bodies moved against each other, the heat, the passion...it was like we were in a dance battle, but with a much more intimate prize. She was good, no doubt about it. The way she teased and taunted me with her eyes, the way she used her pussy on mine, trying to throw me off balance - it was a nice performance. But I had my own moves up my sleeve, and I wasn't about to let her win without a fight.


I could feel her energy, her confidence, as she slammed her clit against mine, but I remained unfazed. I knew that in a trib, it's all about stamina and creativity. So, I waited for my moment, my heart racing, my skin slick with sweat, our legs entangled in a dance of dominance. And when she least expected it, I switched up the rhythm, took the lead, and didn't let go.


Her eyes grew wide as I pushed back, my thighs pressing into hers with a newfound force. She tried to regain control, but I was relentless. I watched her face as she began to lose her composure, her breaths turning to gasps, her eyes glazed over with passion. That's when I knew I had her. With a final, powerful grind, she buckled under the pressure, her body quivering with pleasure. And there it was - the sweet sound of her submission, the ultimate proof that I was the better woman in every sense.


As she lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. But it wasn't just about winning; it was about proving to myself that I'm not just good at dancing - I'm untouchable. I can't wipe the smug smile off my own face. She had her chance to prove herself, and she fell short. I showed her tonight that she shouldn't mess with me lightly, in the most intimate dance-off we've ever had."

Sunday, June 8, 2025

Hüttenschlampen - Ski lodge sluts


Tension reigned in the remote but luxurious ski lodge in Ischgl. Luna and Stella, the two lesbian prostitutes in the resort hotel, stood on the gallery above their break room amid velvet and silk cushions scattered across the floor. Both wore sheer negligees that only vaguely covered their breasts and the curves of their hips. Their lips were glittered with sensual gloss, and their gaze held a defiant challenge.

"I'm telling you, I'm the best!" whispered Luna with a slight Southeast Asian accent.

"No, Luna, it's me!" replied Stella firmly.

Both knew what the evening would bring. They had often received praise from clients, but in reality, everyone clamored for the best. So Stella, with blonde hair and cat-like eyes, decided to take the initiative. She gently but firmly pushed Luna into the soft pillows. Luna smiled wickedly, enjoying Stella's dominance and waiting to see what would happen next. Stella leaned over her, kissing Luna passionately. Her hands moved up from Luna's waist, tenderly caressing her bare breast. Luna moaned softly, feeling the warmth emanating from Stella's fingers. With every touch, the desire seemed to grow within her, and she knew she had to show what she was capable of.

Luna gently pushed Stella away and reversed the roles. Now she was the one calling the shots. She kissed Stella's neck, loosened the lace of her negligee, and revealed her full breasts. Stella moaned and Luna knew she was good. But so was Stella. They rolled around midst the soft pillows, body to body, nipples to nipples, struggling for the upper hand as their tongues danced in their mouths. The parquet flooring creaked softly, as the room filled with the sounds of desire and both girls were breathing heavily, their breasts trembling to the rhythm of pleasure.

Now all the horniness was released as their smooth, slippery pussies slid over each other with quick movements. They grabbed their own breasts while the pleasant tingling sensation from their fencing clits grew more and more intense. The contrast of Stella's light skin on Luna's darker skin, while the mixing moisture between their legs created an erotic slapping sound, was a feast for all the senses. The moans turned into screams as their lust reached heights they had never experienced before and were overwhelmed by the fierceness of their arousal.

They collapsed under their simultaneous orgasm. A hard-fought draw that gave the fight a deserved, fair result. Neither Luna nor Stella could claim victory, but neither of them had ever been so satisfied. They sat up next to each other, legs wide open to cool off their overstimulated pussies. They sipped the ice-cold champagne they had prepared and shared a quick kiss as a sign of gratitude for this fantastic match. Now all that was missing was a shared shower to clean their sweaty bodies after this exhausting duel and to round off this evening full of Sapphic extremes.

Sunday, June 1, 2025

Pièce de résistance


In the city's competitive real estate market, two realtors named Camila and Elena were the crème de la crème. Both were sharply dressed in power suits that whispered ambition with every step they took. Their high-heels clicked rhythmically on the gleaming floors of their office. The two women were at the top of their game, but they had one thing in common: a lack of affection for each other. Their rivalry was as palpable as the humidity that clung to the city's skyline.

Their boss, a business-oriented woman named Charlize, knew this all too well. She had a knack for pitting her agents against each other to drive up sales. One fateful afternoon, she called them into her office and announced that they would be co-listing the pièce de résistance of their careers: a multimillion-dollar penthouse apartment. The prize was not just the hefty commission but also the title of the office's number one agent.

The day before the viewing, they inspected the property together. Armed with clipboards and pens, they jotted down notes without even looking at each other. They were dressed even more provocatively than usual, with their skirts barely reaching their hips. After a few minutes, Camila and Elena bumped into each other in the middle of the living room and exchanged contemptuous glances. Their eyes met and never left each other. They stood with their legs wide apart, their arms on their hips to symbolize territorial dominance. The conflict was now irreversible.

Not a word was spoken. Elena began to unbutton her blouse. Camila followed suit without hesitation. An invisible force seemed to have taken control of the situation, for they undressed to the point of complete nakedness, as if this had been their intention from the beginning. With pleasure and visibly aroused, they pressed their ample breasts against each other. But the nectar began to flow impatiently between their legs, so they went out onto the balcony together. There, their thighs opened, and above the city's rooftops, the two busty, curvy brunettes vigorously wrestled with their clits. Camila and Elena's screams and moans echoed through the urban canyon as they took their professional rivalry to a new, steamy, wet level.