“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” I scream at Aiyana in a high pitched whimpering voice. A few breathy labored laughs bellow out during our struggle.

“Aw, come on. You know you like it. It looks like I have found your sweet spot.” A sinister smile appears upon Aiyanas face.

Aiyana roars with laughter, “bam.” My body has managed to squirm off the side of the bed. I straight back plant onto the floor. Yep, that was unpleasant. Yet the coolness of the wooden floor is inviting for my now irritated back and ass. Some how I was able to keep my head up. If it had been a fall from a couple of stories I would like to think I could tuck and roll. Then again that may not be a wise decision in a fall like that. I guess ultimately, a fall like that, you just pray to bounce and survive.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?” Aiyana leans over the side. I guess noticing the position I have landed in and maybe even the look on my face, she loses it with a raucous laughter I had never heard from her before.

“Ha, ha, ha, haaaa…………”

Ok, I could break this laughter with the embarrassing incident that happened between us last night when we were having sex. I had my fingers inside of her from behind. She was on all fours and moaning in a way that I could sense her orgasm soon releasing. Her tightening around me and with her wetness beginning to flood my fingers,  her orgasm eminent. Then it happened. She let out the most audible queef. My head blew up.

“Oh my fucking god! Keep going Burgess? Stop?” I asked this to myself in a hurried panic. I was actually more worried about her embarrassment. She had slowed down for a moment, sensing if I was going to stop, maybe bust out laughing. Her actions were telling me to take control, make the decision. I thought of the only thing I could to alleviate any tension and pass the moment quickly. Her gorgeous ass in front of me, I penetrated her deeper and more intense with my right hand. With my left I grabbed her hips firmly and thrust them against my fingers to go as deep as her moans indicated I could. She tightened firmly around my fingers clearly not wanting me to stop. I leaned over her back so she could feel the soft touch of my hardened nipples against her. I slowly began to suck and bite the slope where her shoulder meets her neck. She moaned louder, longer, her hips pulled me in deeper, cuming all over my fingers.

Shaking my head, I realized being an ass would not be optimum for me with my future endevours with her. I know she has a good sense of humor but bringing that up now might not be too fun for me or both of us for that matter. Plus, the moment was ultimately a good time and fucking hotter than hell. Slowly picking my naked self off the floor Aiyana is still laughing. I watch her crumpled in the covers, naked, covering her face to muffle her crazy laughs. I realize I have the biggest chesire grin on my face.

“Ok sexy lady. My turn to find your sweet spot.”

“No, no, Burgess. I give up, I give up!” Aiyana screams through her laughs.

Like last night, I’m sure the neighbors hear us. I don’t even give a shit.

I decided for my community service I would volunteer at our local food bank. I can’t think of a better way to give back to my own community. After I complete my community service I would like to think I will continue to do it on my own even with a real job. It’s getting even more unbearable living with mom, worse than before. Sometimes I wonder how different it might be if dad was still around. I like everyone who works here, especially the director. She’s like the mother I never had. Her name is Gina and she is about fifty something. The food bank here is run by the local Catholic Church. I always had an aversion to organized religion. Being raised Catholic didn’t help matters. Even the mere hint of that thought seems sacrilegious to me.

I would hate to have to go back in the closet to do my community service here. Granted it’s not a paid position by any means but it worries and angers me that we finally have marriage equality in this state but then the next day can get fired from our jobs. Doesn’t make much sense. What’s been really awesome though, even with me wearing the gay “uniform”, nobody here has even looked at me sideways. They are some of the most humbled women I have ever met. I do enjoy their rants between one another discussing religion and politics. It’s not hard to figure out who leans which way. I still stay out of those discussions though. I can sometimes not think before I speak.

I’m sorting cans for the moment. Vegetables, mixed, corn, green beans, etc. character building. Monotonous however so I find my thoughts wandering. I wonder how Dee is feeling? What she is doing?

Dee is hesitant to open the coffee shop door. Her fingers noticeably shaky. She swings her hand gently to her chest catching the sense that her breathing has quickened. A patron rushes out almost knocking her over with the door.

“God please let me be early” Dee prays to herself.

Dee opens the door and sees her. No distractions, just her. Dee labors a half cocked smile. Ginger smiles back.

Manic Expose Vol. 2 Chapter 3

LGBTQ Nation


About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion


Burgess and the Brood, Lesbian erotica, Lgbtq, Uncategorized, women


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