In an apartment complex, in Les Spirites City, a large nest of lesbians nestle together.
The sun soared high.
Still, they stayed in: warm, safe..
At the utmost floor, secure in a condo-like room, a lesbian of some mixed Hispanic, German, and Irish ancestry lies supinely on her bed.
A light flickers, she stirs. (Her name: Kelly).
At urgent sounds of beeping, she glides into the next floor.
An artifice in the next room, both flickers a light and chirps at her. She looks at it, slight anticipation on her face.
She kneels to the artifice: oval with a concave dip, shaped like the open mouth of some mythical creature. It flickers lights more urgently.
Kelly twists her lips, slightly, then lowers herself to it. She settles the outer lips of her lower nether regions into the artifice: surprisingly soft and yielding.
She affects a gentle supine position, with her vaginal region glued to the artifice. Tiny protuberances probes her lower lips.
One of the protuberance buzzes: sending tiny vibrations into her vaginal zone.
Another buzzes and another.
This goes on a minute. Her lips part – slight pleasure coursing into her lower erogenous zone.
Aside:
Some backstory here makes sense of this semi-erotic moment.
Some years ago, under a lesbian named ‘Kinky Pink’, some lesbians band together, in pursue of relationships, among other things. ‘Kinky Pink’ devised some artifices for pleasuring her lesbian partners: both near them and remotely, from afar. Rumor spread: it catches on. When she removed herself from Les Spirites, false rumors spread that she passed away from some accident. Truth is: she merely finished her degree and went to work for a prestigious technology institution in the Northwest. For a while, after, a lesbian named Jacylyn ‘borrowed’ Pink’s technological pleasuring devices in a building complex, otherwise known briefly as ‘Jacylyn’s Maze’.
What happens there is another story. A lesbian with a surname similar to Jacylyn’s joins a lesbian finger-fight club. This illustrates a growing, socially complex set of lesbian cultures. From intelligent, techno-driven lesbians, to amazonians who utilize sex as a prize-driven contest, there is tiny steps between smart lesbians and lesbians who fit a porno-influenced archetype.
Kelly changed the archetypes and blended them. Other lesbians deserve credit, but she pulls them together. In sets of room, they compete. But the stakes are never rejection. Lesbians stand around in rooms, watching able, pale-bodied lesbians fingering each other, grunting as they struggle to eked an orgasm out of the other first. Kelly participates and wins with cunning. Her sister finished birthing months ago: leaves numbing cream unattended in a room, so Kelly ‘borrows’ it for a finger match and rubs it to her vaginal zone.
In each vaginal-fingering match, the results are the same. She wins.
Kelly has a fair-looking complexion, a look of shrewd intelligence, and her lips presses determinedly, she rubs and fingers her lesbian opponents. They burst. They always did.
Her vagina numbed by design, through some cream implementation, never came close to orgasming.
Like all lesbians, her fixation was renewed by the perennially mysterious but enticing design of her own vaginal zone and the zones of other lesbians. Both righteous and assured of her worth, and others, her vaginal zone had a life of its own, seemed to talk to her in strange and exciting ways: it seems to say ‘promise’, ‘intrigue’, and ‘adventure’ at the same time.
She ascended through floors: as finger-lesbians were divided into benign hierarchies. Lesbians who burst first or quickly were sensitive, but defeated in their games. Others who didn’t burst as easily advanced from one floor to the next.
The first floor has amenities. The second: some added luxuries. The third: her private condo-like apartment. 32 nights, 23 lesbians matches, Kelly settles the third floor as the equivalent of their undisputed champion.
Bored by the second floor with finger-games, she devises artifices that pleasure her erogenous zone. For hours, she settles into an artifice that fits her vagina, like a perfect glove. Tiny motors buzzes: promising that next step, the next pleasurable level. It works for a while.
She takes a class on communication devices. Then she adds sensors to her artifice. It only buzzes her vagina when it sensed its nearness. She repeats this for several days. After work, enters the building. After a shower or before, she settles her erogenous zone into the artifice. Her vagina accumulates pleasure as a sponge absorbs water. In the moment: she bursts.
This satisfies her for only days. She lies in body: everything sometimes nothing passes through her head. Intense hazel eyes flicker to thoughts. Finally she attaches a signal-receiver device to the artifice: concealing it was difficult. A sheen of sweat accumulates as she drives in the last screw. She attaches a signal-send device to the second floor, near the entry. When a lesbian triggers its sensor, it sends a signal to her floor, to her artifice with a receiver piece. So doing, it activates its tiny buzzing motors.
She settles her vaginal zone to her artifice, near the end of the day, when all lesbian members file into the building. The tiny protuberances in her artifice buzzes intermittently, but endlessly as traffic into the second floor persists for minutes. But it stops. So, stops her pleasuring.
Kelly sees a problem: movement through the entry way is too brief. At this rate, she will never achieve an orgasm before sunrise. She adds another signal-sender device, another, and another to various points of the building. When she laid down over a dozen devices, she returns to her floor. Somewhat exhausted, she showers, then eats in a private dining room. She prepares a gourmet meal in a luxury kitchen, with expensive cooking implements. Her girlfriends visits briefly to share a meal and exchange lips over a show they ignore for an hour of love making.
Story resumes:
This brings us to the point in the beginning of this story. Kelly awakes and returns to her artifice, that promises new pleasures. She applies her vaginal zone to it and as traffic through the second floor starts, pleasure starts to buzz in her lower regions. It pours into her and accumulates at the focal point of her pelvis region.
Finally, it reaches a highness in pleasure.
She bursts, sighs, and rolls over onto her back.
Kelly may have had some concerns on the rightness of her doings. But because she shares the general ideas of her designs without the specifics to an educational website, she more or less didn’t violate any general or issue-specific rules on the use of her gizmos to pleasure her. As she was concerned, it’s educational (to her). Her lesbian associates, friends, and lover, were more or less aware of her unique sexual fantasies and pursuits. Some even understand the general ideas of her technology.
When finished with her sexual activities, she goes to work, crunch some numbers, pays some bills, and balances her checkbook. Since she reign as champion and assume the third floor, she gradually became a land-lord. That gave her some freedom to utilize her premise as her private escape from censor: to find ways of feeling pleasure.
Kelly gain the nick-name the ‘Lesbian Spider Queen’. It refers to her invisible network she creates with her artifice and various end-signal-sending devices across the floors. She uses her vagina as a ‘feeler’, to sense ‘vibrations’ as movement happens across the floor. When movements are numerous and sufficient enough, they bring the siren little songs of pleasure in her vagina to a crescendo, peaking and then bursting, all in conditions under her control.
Her imagination doesn’t ends there. But so begins the benign, semi-erotic, and erotic adventures of:
The Lesbian Spider Queen.
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Submitted by Kelly McBrock.
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