Lula Lisbon's Diaries of A Dirty Dancer

Erotic · Erotica
Series
2
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Three years as an exotic dancer left Lula Lisbon with a head full of steamy stories! In this entry of Dirty Diaries, Lula cleverly seduces a bicurious wife, giving the Rubenesque beauty her first lesbian experience... and making a submissive cuckold out of her rich husband!


Warning: This 5,002-word erotic semi-autobiographical confessional contains a BBW's first lesbian experience, lesbian sex in the champagne room, a cuckolded husband, breast play, lesbian kissing, and female orgasms. Adults only! All characters are over 18.

EXCERPT:



I didn’t go right over to the couple, because that would have been too easy for them. It’s not good to give away your power; you play hard to get, you tease, you play cat-and-mouse with your prey. So I stopped at a handful of guys first, flirting – a playful touch on the arm here, innuendo and a naughty grin there, collecting dollars in my cleavage, in the back of my g-string. But I was saving the big guns for the couple; I know expensive clothes and an interested woman when I see one, for sure!

I smiled warmly into her eyes as she watched me stalk over, as balanced and at ease in my six-inch platform heels as I was barefoot.

“Hi honey, I’m Lula,” I drawled. I liked the nervous desire she exuded; it turned me on. “I just love your necklace! And what a great dress, your curves look amazing.”

“Um, th-thanks,” she stammered. I thought it was adorable, and my smile widened.

Here’s some free advice. If you have fears about talking to attractive women, take it from me as a current lesbian and former dancer, and follow this conversational formula. Pick out something she’s wearing to compliment, but make it a genuine compliment; don’t say it if you don’t mean it. Touch her in a natural and non-threatening way – on her arm, or her hand. Ask her about herself, and listen to her. Bring up similar interests, draw parallels and little double entendres into the conversation, and bring subtle attention to parts of your body. Before long, you’ll be drowning in phone numbers.

I traced the line of her necklace with one finger, stopping just above the deep plunge of her delectable cleavage to finger the sparkling teardrop-shaped gemstone. With interest, I noted her breath catching and the blush rising to her cheeks.

“I’m Jessi,” she said at last. I could tell she was struggling to keep her composure, and I loved it. “And this is my husband, Rob.” I accepted his proffered hand, acknowledging him briefly, but the majority of my attention was on Jessi. This was all part of my script.

“Your first time here, Jessi?” I let my fingers trail down her arm, tracing the sensitive skin on the tender inside of her elbow, the smooth inner forearm. I could feel her skin raising goose-bumps, and it made my pussy wetter in response. I heard her sharp intake of breath, saw her porcelain skin blush charmingly. I sat down in the booth, very close to her. She nodded slowly, her eyes flickering between the deep valley of my generous breasts and my face.

“It’s my birthday, and – well, I’ve always been curious. Rob had to drag me here, he said I’d have fun. I – haven’t made up my mind yet.” She sipped nervously at a glass of white wine, hand trembling slightly.

I leaned over and whispered huskily in her ear. “Well, I have a secret – I can’t resist uninitiated women, especially ones as sexy as you. May I have the honor of being your first?” My hand snaked around her soft waist, caressing the luscious curve of her full hip. My breasts brushed lightly against hers, and I could feel her nipples hardening into pebbles under the thin black silk of her dress. Jessi glanced at her husband, who was watching this scene with interest. His eyes met mine, and I winked.

“I’d love for you to dance for my wife in the champagne room,” he said, smiling. “As long as I can watch!”

I laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way!”