It was Wednesday morning, the sun was streaming through large bay windows-over a beige carpet and up over the left side of a bed to the top of a dark beige down comforter that was scrunched up at the foot of the bed, that turned into a mess of sheets that matched the carpet. The sun brightly made the glistening effect of a dewy sweat that covered a farmer’s tanned back side shine even more radiantly as it was exposed and draped over the mocha front side that was heaving with the exertion of coming down from an explosive *****.

Bette stroked the bangs that sticked wetly against Dana’s brow out of her eyes, as the younger tennis player rested with your head resting on her toned shoulder. They layed there basking in a exhaustion that did not making yearn for sleep but some snuggling time while they recuperate enough for the second wind to be used after an all night love fest they just feasted on with each other. They layed on a bed with a fitted sheet that was ruffled and drenched with both of their sweat stains and their abundance of female ejaculations that were mingling together happily.

Bette could feel the fresh fluids gushing out of her *****, both from the best ***** she’s ever been giving by another and from the fact that her newest lover was causing her body to feel like it was sixteen again and was fueling it’s passion, that seemed it would never burn itself out-making sleep the least important thing with eaten a close second and actually getting out of bed being running tied with eaten. Bette wanted to stay here forever, she never thought Dana would be the aggressor in a relationship, yet she could not resist her friend. She was surprised by the fact that somehow Dana was more aggressive then ever imagined, Dana had her layed on her back and Dana was the one in complete control, making Bette completely submissive, and doing things to her that she never thought she would experience from anyone. Dana had her writhing out of control, shooting so much love juice that she thought she was going to die of dehydration by sun rise, and Dana had her unable to move except in a involuntary manner.

Dana was amazed by her own animalistic domains she felt and Bette let her have. She had never had a lover that made her feel this way, that drove her more basic instincts. Dana felt a surge of excitement and thrill of superiority had overwhelmed her more than any victory on the tennis court gave her. She never thought Bette to be the “bottom” ever. The tales that both Alice and Tina would tell made Bette out to be this Alpha Lioness, but all last night Bette was just a little kitten-content to let Dana take care of all her needs, wants, and based desires. Midst all of this, Dana found her own sexual arousal expand to heights that she had never known before and she found that making and seeing Bette loose all control (which she assumed was a first in all of Bette’s life) would send her over the edge as well, with little or no physical stimulation from either herself or Bette. This was new, exhilarating, and Dana loved it.