Oh my GOD, where do you get this stuff? THAT was bedroom talk

T, its just you and me, sitting on the sofa, enjoying a relaxing afternoon. The house isnt bugged. Why cant we talk about *****?

Bette watched as Tinas face screwed up at the mention of *****, Kennard, you are such a girl!

I know. Tina purses her lips and takes a deep breath, she needs to get to a safer topic before she shrivels up and dies from embarrassment. So, you were telling me about your wife, whats her name?

Bette sighs. Shes never been able to get Tina to talk openly about their sexual encounters outside the bedroom. Shes always been open to chatter and ***** talk in bed, but once that door opens, this subject is generally taboo. Though shell have ***** anywhere in the house, by the pool and even in the car in the driveway, but she cant seem to discuss it outside that room, shes so amazingly cute Bette thinks before continuing, Her name is Tina, but I call her T. Its a special nickname I gave her years ago. Bette watches as Tinas cheeks flush once again.

A slow smile stretches across Tinas face as she recalls that night, the first night she and Bette made love. In the heat of passion, as she lost herself in the softness and sensuality of loving the tall lithe brunette, as she savored Bettes arousal with her mouth and tongue and felt Bettes body react, she was pulled back to reality as Bette began to call out and at the peak of her pleasure she shouted, Oh GOD, T!

Afterward, as they lay spent in each others arms, Tina teased Bette about it, just a little, enough to make her new lover blush. But it was Bette who informed Tina, that forevermore, when she called her T, it would be a reminder of their first time together, the first time Tina made Bette call out in the heat of their passion, their first full fledged open and honest statement of their attraction and love for each other. And so it was just that, a reminder, and for a long time afterward, each time she heard her girlfriend, her lover, partner and ultimately her wife, call her T, she would feel a rush of color take over her cheeks. So yes, this nickname given to Tina by the woman who captured her heart so many years ago has a special meaning and sometimes, it can still generate a radiant warm flush across her features as she hears her wifes voice calling for her.

Not realizing how long shed been away in her recollection Tina was startled to feel Bettes cool breath move past her foot. Bringing her eyes back toward the woman she loved more than life itself, she watched as Bette blew a gentle breeze across her increasingly sensitive toes, causing a familiar pang to ignite in her belly.

Bette stopped and watched Tinas face, flush and aroused, her eyes begged for more from her wife. Unabated lust stared back at her. Bettes voice rasped, FuckT.

With that, Tina grabbed Bette by the arms and tugged her down upon herself , Yea, ***** a mind melting kiss began between the long-time lovers and continued until they were each breathless.

Bette pulled back, staring hungrily into Tinas eyes, I thought this was against the rules what about my ***** wife?

Tina, panting hard, Game over Bette, you won. So ***** the rules and ***** me – just stay on top! With that she pulled Bette down again and latched her lips to her womans.

The wind chimes continue to sing in the background, accompanied not by the CD that once played in the stereo, but instead by the sometimes soft and sometimes loud reverberation of two beautiful lovers as they enjoy a lazy Saturday afternoon.