🍑💦 This story is part of Tagg After Dark, an erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+. 🍑💦
The next day, the garden was blooming, painting the green grass with a variety of vibrant hues. As did the women, walking the manicured lawn in gowns of many colors. They were ready to be plucked from the garden, made into wives, mamas, or keepers of large extravagant estates.
After entertaining a few hopeful suitors (the Duke of Borington, who lived in Whatevershire, or perhaps the Earl of Snoozetown,) Florence was able to sneak away. She made her way to the water’s edge, looking back every few moments to ensure she was alone.
The lake was a ways off from the garden, and there was a perfect little bench hidden behind trees in a wooded area. Kendra was already there.
“Thank God! I thought you weren’t going to make it!” Kendra exhaled with relief.
Florence sat down next to her. Their fingers nearly touched. Florence felt her heart beat through her chest and hoped Kendra didn’t notice.
“I’m sorry, I was trying to get away when I saw you run off a bit ago, but I had to be discreet.”
Kendra looked up at her. Again, Florence felt weak from those beguiling eyes.
“It’s alright, but we likely don’t have much time,” Kendra replied. Florence moved closer, her mind racing with all the possibilities.
Before Florence knew it, Kendra was kissing her with a passion that lit up her whole being. Their lips were desperate for each other, their cheeks ruddy with heat, their hearts racing as one. Fingers ran up and down each other’s corseted bodies with hunger. Kendra bit Florence’s lower lip as the kissing became more intense.
Florence started kissing down Kendra’s neck, biting, licking, and sucking as Kendra began to suppress moans. The sweet scent of her hair and the softness of her skin were almost too much.
Kendra’s whole body was responding to the delicate licks and teasing of her neck and ears. Florence breathed heavily into Kendra’s ear.
“I want you,” Florence softly moaned. She didn’t know what had come over her, but she couldn’t stop. She slowly continued down to Kendra’s supple breasts, squeezing and kissing the top of them. Wanting so badly to worship them without the corset they were confined to, wanting to suck and bite her hardened nipples and gently flick them with her fingers.
“Flo, I can’t take it,” Kendra breathed through soft moans. Suddenly, Florence pushed Kendra down and straddled her on the bench. She ran her hand to the base of Kendra’s skirt and slowly traced her fingers beneath it, making her way up. She looked Kendra in the eye and noticed her thighs began to shake.
Florence had never felt so powerful and alive. All she wanted to do was make Kendra feel good. They continued to kiss with abandon as Florence felt herself getting closer to the fruit she so badly wanted to touch, to taste. She took her time, every shallow breath a plea. Somehow, she knew exactly what to do. Florence could feel her own wetness grow with every second that passed, knowing that she was moments away from feeling how wet she had made Kendra.
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Will Florence and Kendra continue their steamy encounter without interruption? Return here on Sunday, July 21, for for part 3 of this special 8-part story! Sign up for our weekly newsletter to be reminded when the next installment drops.
