I thought a little erotic lit, courtesy of yours truly, would make a fun thread. Feel free to add on...this could get interesting! 
She pressed the flute to her lips and drew in a slow breath of champagne. I watched as condensation formed at the rim of the glass, her tongue darting slowly back into her mouth. She smiled, tilting her head to the side and asked if we should open a second bottle. Why, of course. What a fantastic idea.
I love a good champagne buzz – I love the predictable way it turns a body light, and loose. I love how easily a few glasses turn conversation into giggles and elicit pawing affection, and flirtation. It is a great lubrication for virgins of the bisexual experience, and I love to use it in such a setting.
Her presence was tantalizing. It was teasing, taunting – it coaxed me into a predatory frenzy. I brushed a dark curl from her face and drew her in; her pink pout tasted of Moet and her mouth was soft, and expecting. When girls kiss, there is tenderness and a familiarity foreign to most men. Her kiss was eager, almost ravenous. Impatient. This made me hot. I pulled her curves into me, working my hands across every inch of her sundress. From her thighs to her hips - pausing briefly to caress the curve of her soft little ass – I lifted the cotton dress over her head and discarded it to the floor. I stopped to admire her skin: bronzed by the Texas sun, bikini tan lines tattooed her breasts and hips. Her kisses were drunk, and I took no shame in seducing her into submission. However, I wondered: was she curious? Did she want to? I pushed a hand to the lips between her thighs – yes, she wanted it. She was throbbing and drenched in anticipation. She whimpered, I smirked. With my lips to her collar bone I sunk deeper…
