Lipstick Raven

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Hi, I’m Lily.

Soft, curious, nerdy and just a little wicked.

Here is our story

I’ve always loved the taste of sex.

It started with mouths, I think.

I’ve always adored kissing–men and women, but especially women.

There’s something about the softness of their lips, the way their tongues move–slow, sure, curious.

My oral fixation was completely unknown to me for a long time.

I didn’t even know such a thing existed.

I remember the first time a woman brought her fingers to my lips–slick, glistening with her arousal.

She didn’t ask.

She just pressed them to my tongue, gentle but certain.

And I opened for her, like I’d been waiting my whole life to be fed.

That was the beginning.

And I’ve been chasing that high ever since.

I’ve taken strangers into my mouth and swallowed–not because they asked me to, but because I needed to.

Because at that moment, with the taste of them still on my tongue, I felt more alive than anywhere else. It’s the ultimate connection to a partner for me.

I’ve been reluctant. Even a little shy about it sometimes.

It’s not easy to explain hunger like this.

For a long time, I thought no one would understand.

That no one would see it. Or see me.

–And then Raven walked into my life–

For quite a while, I had an on-off boyfriend. We had a certain understanding, if you know what I mean. Benefits.

There’s no man in my life at the moment. The last one wanted to get married.

“Jeez, I’m twenty-nine,” I told him. “I have a hell of a lot more living to do.”

And that was the end of us.

But tonight?

Tonight things were about to change in ways I never would have dreamed.

The Bar

At a little bar just down the street from my apartment — the one we used to slip into on Friday evenings for a quiet glass of wine before heading home, I decided to go it alone. It’s still my thing, the weekly reset. I don’t always need to have a man with me.

I slid onto the barstool, my body already easing into the comfort of a familiar ritual. Pomegranate Margarita, I told the bartender with a smile. They’d only started serving them last week, and after one sip, I was completely hooked — tart, sweet, and just the right kind of dangerous.

The TV overhead blared with the usual Friday night talent show offerings — flashing lights, mediocre singers, the occasional jaw-dropper. Tonight’s standout was a pole dancer from Hungary. She moved like liquid fire, muscles sculpted and precise, every motion more mesmerizing than the last.

I watched with casual intrigue.

“Wow,” I breathed, not even realizing I’d said it out loud.

“You like what you see?” came a voice — soft, unmistakably feminine — from just behind my shoulder.

The words skimmed over my skin like a warm breath. I turned slightly, pulse quickening before my eyes even met hers.

And just like that, the night began to shift.

God, she was beautiful. Seriously! That was my first coherent thought — and judging by the look on my face, I probably broadcasted it in high-definition. Full large lips, smooth olive skin… definitely South American, or at least somewhere exotic enough to make me forget how to breathe. Her perfume was something warm and wicked — the kind that makes you forget your own name. Underneath her coat she wore a white blouse with a knee length skirt and heels.

My heart definitely skipped a beat. Or three. I felt flustered. Caught off guard. “Jeez Lily get it together” I thought. “You’re not this bad”

Now, how do I answer that question?

“Do I like what I see?”

“Um, yes? Obviously.”

“She’s talented… and… um… pretty. Also, I wish I was that fit?”

Cool. Real smooth. Duh!

Now I’m just sitting here embarrassing myself in front of a literal goddess while trying not to choke on my margarita.

She laughed — not in a mocking way, but warm, playful, like she’d caught me mid-thought and found it endearing. Then she ordered a dirty martini, which, funnily enough, I’d been meaning to try for ages but never quite got around to.

“May I sit?” she asked, already sliding onto the stool beside me. “Unless you’d prefer to be left alone.”

No, my brain practically screamed. Absolutely not.

“Yes–please,” I managed, probably a little too eagerly. “Do stay.”

We started chatting about the talent show, and she commented on how skillful and stunning the pole dancer was. I nodded, pretending to agree, while internally thinking, Not as stunning as you, Jesus! But I kept that one safely locked away.

Turns out she was a professional dancer herself — had worked on numerous TV shows, stage projects, all sorts of glamorous gigs. I was hooked. I wanted to know everything. Her name was Kim I learned but she often went by the name of Raven as her stage name or business name.

She glanced at my drink. “What are you having?”

“A Pomegranate Margarita,” I said, suddenly proud of my choice.

“Ooh, that sounds lovely.”

Without thinking, I pushed the glass toward her tokat escort far too eagerly. “Here, try it!”

Calm down, Lily. You’re practically throwing it at her.

“You sure?” she asked, smiling with those devastating lips.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, watching — borderline hypnotized — as she lifted the glass and took a slow, deliberate sip. Her lips parted, sensual and unhurried, and when she licked them slightly, I nearly forgot how to blink.

Oh God!

Then she tilted her head and said, “Well, now that I’ve tasted yours, it’s only fair you taste mine.”

(Was she flirting with me? Oh god, she was flirting with me.)

Before I could respond, she lifted her glass to my lips. I leaned in, tasted the briny smoothness of her martini — not bad, actually — but my attention was all on her. Her eyes met mine, dark and unreadable, but my overexcited brain screamed illicit, magnetic, dangerous.

As she took her glass back, I noticed the unmistakable smear of my lipstick on the rim — a bold, cherry-red streak trailing down the side.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry about that,” I blurted.

She grinned. “It’s perfectly fine, hun,” she said, placing a hand on my knee — casual, but warm. Or was it something more?

Then, without breaking eye contact, she rotated the glass and drank from the lipstick-stained side — slow, deliberate, her tongue just barely grazing the mark.

“There,” she said with a devilish smile. “I removed your lipstick… or at least some of it.”

My whole body tingled. Heartbeat on the rise…

We spent the night chatting, laughing and getting in a few more rounds of martinis. She showed me clips on her phone of her dancing routines, rehearsals and her on tour dancing with some famous performers. “Oh wow, That’s really you up there with… “Yes, it really is” Kim said I had so many questions. She showed me some very sexy music videos of her dancing suggestively with other beautiful girls. “Oh that’s so hot” I said, I know this song and I’ve’ seen the video before too. Kim’s body was smoking hot from some of those revealing clips. Gorgeous legs, ample bosom and an ass to die for. I wanted so much to say it out loud to her. Kept that one to myself too….

The night drifted by in a haze of laughter and shared stories–me, the so-called boring analyst, and her, the mesmerizing dancer.

“You’re definitely not boring, Lily,” she laughed, eyes sparkling. “You’re just a beautiful nerd.”

“A nerd?” I echoed, chuckling. “No, wait. You’re beautiful. Jeez, you’re like… a goddess or something.” The words tumbled out, a little slurred, my gaze caught in hers.

She tilted her head, amused.

“I’m calling you Raven from now on,” I declared, half-serious, half-enchanted.

Before she could respond, the bartender cut in. “Sorry, ladies. We’re closing up early tonight.”

I turned to her impulsively. “I’ve got wine at my place–just around the corner. If… you want to.”

“Sure, hun. I’d love to,” she said without missing a beat.

Before I knew it, she was holding up my coat and sliding it over my shoulders with casual grace. As we stood, I looked up at her and blinked. “Damn, Raven. You’re tall–I just noticed.”

“I’m 5’9″ without heels,” she purred.

“I’m 5’6,” I mumbled, still staring. We burst out laughing–everything felt slightly surreal, electric.

We strolled arm in arm through the quiet streets, our laughter echoing softly between buildings. When we reached my place, I fumbled with the keys.

“Got it,” I said triumphantly as the lock clicked.

The Apartment

“Alexa, soft lights,” I called once inside.

Raven laughed, low and teasing. “Such a nerd, Lily.”

“A beautiful nerd,” I corrected, grinning.

“Tou-chée,” she smirked.

“White wine, okay?” I asked, heading to the kitchen.

“Got anything stronger, babe?” she said, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Uh… Tequila?” I offered, suddenly surprised.

“Perfect,” she replied, voice velvet-dark.

I opened a cabinet. “Now where did I put those shot glasses–“

“We don’t need those, hun,” she interrupted, stepping closer, eyes unreadable.

“There’s more than one way to enjoy tequila.

Oh God!

My heart started fluttering all over again as she walked up to me–slow, deliberate–took the tequila bottle gently from my hand, and without a word, placed her palm right over my left breast. My nipple responded immediately, aching through the fabric. Her touch, so confident, so damn hot. She began guiding me backwards toward the chair. I sat down. I could barely breathe.

“Alexa, play something sexy… seductive,” Raven commanded.

The room filled with sultry, sleazy beats, dripping with heat.

The tone changed, I felt myself change.

I realized right there that I wanted this beautiful woman so bad, my chest rising, my pulse racing. I sat down, stunned, breathless, as she straddled my lap and began to grind against me, her body pressing into mine. I let out a soft moan, my thighs twitching, the heat between our legs rising with yozgat escort every movement.

She kept teasing, dancing, her body rolling like liquid sex. I could barely hold myself together–I was wet now. She opened the tequila, still dancing, still in control. Every movement of hers filled the air with this thick, unbearable tension that made my breath shallow.

She took a huge swig straight from the bottle, swallowed it down, a little running down her chin.

“Open wide, babe,” she whispered.

I opened, thinking she’d pour it in, but instead–she took another mouthful and leaned in, her lips almost brushing mine. And then… she let it drip from her mouth into mine.

“Ooohhh fuck! I gasped inside. You filthy, dirty girl.” My body lit up, my nipples hard as bullets. I am trembling now. I had never felt anything like this. Something wild inside me broke loose.

“I want a fucking double,” I growled, totally lost to lust.

She obliged. Took a deeper swig. I opened my mouth wide, tongue out, desperate. She poured again from her mouth into mine, from higher above, it splashed on my tongue, slow, messy, perfect. I gulped it down like it was the last drop of life. Some of it ran down my chin, splashed on my top but I didn’t care. I licked my lips wildly, hungry.

She kept dancing, hips grinding with hypnotic rhythm. I couldn’t sit still–my thighs trembled, and the heat between my legs pulsed like a heartbeat

I unbuttoned my blouse, still in the chair. She began peeling off her skirt, hips still moving, her every motion hypnotic. Her olive legs flexed as she moved, drawing my eyes all over her. The blouse stayed on, her tease intentional. Then–she unhooked her bra without even removing the shirt. Fuck. Her hard nipples pressed against the silk fabric, barely hidden. My breath caught. She let the blouse hang just below her panties.

I saw that incredible ass–full, round, sculpted. Her thong clung on, barely surviving. I was very wet by now. My pussy throbbed.

“Come here, but on your knees,” she whispered, her voice soaked in desire.

I dropped. Didn’t hesitate. I was hers. My heart raced, my nipples tingled. My pussy was so hot. I crawled toward her, every inch bringing me closer to that soaked, gorgeous heat.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” I whispered, gazing up at her.

“Take them off, babe,” she said, “Take off my panties.”

I slid my hands slowly up her legs, skin soft and perfect, her thighs trembling slightly under my touch. She let out a quiet moan. I cupped her ass, spread it slightly, and slipped my fingers under her panties, pulling them down slowly, inch by inch.

There was a deep, dark wet spot. She was already soaked.

“Mmmmmmmm… see what you’ve done to my pussy,” she purred. Then she balled the panties up and stuffed them in my mouth. I sucked them in, moaning into them, tasting her.

She walked backward, hips swaying, and dropped onto the couch. I could still see the glistening shine on her pussy even in the soft light. She spread her legs, blouse peeled back, large breasts now totally visible–tight, perky, her big dark nipples erect.

“Crawl to me,” she said.

I crawled forward, panties still in my mouth, hypnotized by her. I would have obeyed anything. I wanted to drown in her.

“Stay there, babe,” she said. Teasing. Deliberate. Torture.

The taste of her soaked into the cotton in my mouth. My whole body shook with need. I was seconds from begging.

“I want to show you something,” she whispered. “Watch me.”

She began to touch herself, slow and sensual. Her fingers circled her clit, dipping into her pussy, making soft wet sounds. I was close enough to see it–every movement, every moan. I nearly lost it right there.

“Do you like what you see?” she whispered, breathless.

I nodded, speechless, transfixed.

Her fingers moved faster, wetter. She moaned louder. Four fingers slipped in easily, and she began fucking herself with messy, soaked strokes.

Sloppy, wet, loud.

My eyes locked on her dripping slit. My own panties were soaked through. My pussy throbbed, aching for friction from her.

“We hadn’t even kissed yet, I thought–and I was already falling apart.”

My heart pounded like hell with lustful excitement. Her saturated pussy beckoned.

I couldn’t hold back. I dropped the panties from my mouth.

I crawled up to her, eyes locked on her incredibly wet pussy. She pulled her soaked fingers out, holding them up in front of me. They glistened, dripping, strands of sticky cum connecting between them.

“Taste me,” she said.

I didn’t even blink. I sucked her fingers in, one by one. Then all four. Her juices coated a billion receptors on my tongue. She tasted like heaven–raw, musky, hot, real. I moaned into them, licking every drop.

Then I dove in.

My mouth found her pussy. I licked and sucked, my tongue sliding deep, her taste driving me crazy with desire. She cried out, arching into me. I alternated between tongue-fucking and sucking her throbbing clit. She gasped–“Oh zonguldak escort goddamn Lily, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop–“

I pushed two fingers inside her, slick with her cum, her pussy so hot and ready it sucked me in. My face was absolutely soaked. I didn’t care. I loved how dirty things were getting. I kept going, licking, moaning, devouring.

I reached up, my cum-slicked fingers found her mouth–she sucked them in, feral.

I dropped my hand to her breasts–cupping, massaging, pinching those hard nipples.

She writhed. “Fuuuck!” she moaned.

I gave her more. Four fingers. Fucking her hard. Her pussy gripped them tight.

The couch was soaked, everything was soaked. My face was a fucking mess and I didn’t want to stop. The air filled with wet slopping sounds and the heavy scent of dripping sex throughout the moans.

She started to buck under me. My lips sealed around her clit again, sucking harder, faster.

“I’m fucking cumming, Lily–don’t stop, don’t fucking stop–AAAAHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKK!”

She came hard–loud, shaking, soaking me. It was wild. Raw. Way more than I ever expected.

Wet. Loud. Shaking.

My face was a glorious mess of her, and I didn’t stop. She creamed all over me, and I swallowed everything she gave.

I had never, ever felt so fucking alive.

Our remaining clothes furiously removed, as Raven slid down from the couch in one slow, liquid movement, her eyes locked on me like a predator zeroing in on its prey. Her legs parted as she dropped between mine, but she didn’t speak. Her gaze, wild and burning, said everything. Without hesitation, she grabbed my chin–still dripping with her cum–and brought her mouth down hard over it.

Her large, plush lips engulfed my entire chin, slurping loudly, messily, greedily as if she couldn’t bear to waste a drop of herself. My breath hitched. She groaned low in her throat as she sucked, moaning into my skin. Her hot tongue flattened against my chin and dragged upward in a single filthy stroke, licking the taste of her own orgasm from my face like she was starving for it. My head fell back, overwhelmed by the sheer animal hunger.

She didn’t stop there.

Raven’s mouth moved up–mouth wide, tongue extended–swallowing my lips, my whole face with ravenous, wet hunger. The kiss was chaos. It wasn’t just our lips meeting. It was lips devouring. Tongue tangling. Spit smearing. Our mouths crushed together, sucking on each other’s tongues with shameless need. I moaned loudly into her, our noises echoing like something obscene in the quiet room.

She bit my bottom lip and pulled it into her mouth, sucking hard until I whimpered. Our kiss deepened, teeth grazing, tongues colliding and sliding with wet, filthy sounds. My saliva mixed with hers until it was dripping from our chins, stringing between us when we paused for air–just long enough to stare into each other’s wild, lust-crazed eyes–then smashed back together again, mouths open wide, tongues massaging and swirling frantically around each other when our lips locked tightly together, spit pooling and leaking from the corners of our mouths. We carried on like this for ages, slowing the pace down a little at times but never the passion. Alternating between deep tongue sucking on each other, and passionately making out, spit swapping with reckless abandon. I never experienced nor expected things to be this dirty and hot but it seemed to happen naturally. Whatever spell Raven put on me I was completely under it. I needed this.

“Open your mouth,” she whispered, her voice commanding and dark.

I obeyed, dazed with lust.

She spit into it. Slowly. Deliberately. A thick, shiny rope of her spit hanging from her tongue before it dropped into mine.

I swallowed it. I loved it.

And then I pounced.

My arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush to me. We collapsed together on the floor, kissing like animals–loud, unrestrained, completely drenched in each other. She was grinding her body into mine now, our breasts rubbing, nipples brushing, both of us feverish and slick. The floor creaked beneath us, and I didn’t care. My hand fisted in her hair as I yanked her even closer, tongue buried so deep in her mouth we were practically one.

We weren’t kissing anymore–we were consuming. Tangled in a primal rhythm that was wet, passionate and intoxicating.

Raven pulled back just enough to gasp, her saliva stringing from her lips to mine.

“You’re mine tonight, Lily.”

“Yours,” I whispered, voice trembling with need. “Take me. All of me.”

The Shower

Our hair was a tangled mess, our bodies glistening with sweat and other remnants of our lovemaking. Makeup was smudged away. “Let’s take a shower, and then I’ll take you, babe,” Raven whispered, her voice low and sultry, dripping with promise. In a half-daze, I responded by kissing her back as she lay on top of me, our breasts pressing together, the heat of our earlier passion still radiating between us. Our lips and tongues met in a passionate dance once again, the taste of her still lingering on mine. Yes, let’s. I stood up, still dazed from our marathon session that had moved from the couch to the floor. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach again, a mix of anticipation and craving. I took her hand, our fingers intertwining as we walked to the bathroom, each step heightening the tension.

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