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Damn, I'm late, thought the cerulean eyed beauty as she rushed through the door of the office block. Unfortunately she failed to spot the petite blonde, who had chosen that precise moment to walk past carrying her shopping. The tall brunette bounced off the smaller woman, who being much the smaller and having both arms full of groceries was not so lucky. Blonde and bags crashed to the ground. A head of lettuce and a container of tomatoes met their fate, squashed by a passing bus; a dozen eggs performed a triple salco before becoming sidewalk omelettes.Disclaimers: A discussion around the worst types of pwp and the awful phrases some authors seem to be unable to resist left me thinking about things other than the story I'm supposed to be working on. The challenge - can I write a pwp using all these clichés - rising to the challenge, I give you...... "Oh God, I'm so sorry," the taller woman apologised; her azure eyes twinkling with barely suppressed amusement. "Are you alright?" She assisted her new acquaintance to her feet. "I'm afraid your shopping is history. You must allow me to replace it." The petite blonde gazed upwards, her grass green eyes meeting those of the taller woman. Recognition overcame her, this was the face, the eyes of the woman who had haunted her dreams since childhood, this was her soulmate, she was positive. "My warrior," she murmured. Cerulean eyes darkened to violet as the brunette met the younger woman's gaze. She knew this woman. She was suddenly desperate not to allow her to leave, all thoughts of her appointment forgotten. "Please, you must let me cook dinner for you as my way of saying sorry. My apartment is just over there." The blonde was lost in the deep pools of the taller woman's eyes. "Yes," she said. Ten minutes later, shopping replaced, they found themselves in the kitchen of the brunette's apartment. "I'm Kate," the brunette said, offering the younger woman a glass of wine. "Is pasta ok?" The petite blonde nodded accepting the wine. "I'm Shelley. Yes, pasta is lovely, just like you." Their eyes met once more, old souls recognising each other. As one the glasses of wine were placed on the table and two sets of lips moved closer. Both women moaned as their mouths met. Shelley opened her lips, welcoming Kate's tongue into the warm, wet, molten cavern of her mouth. Their tongues duelled for supremacy. When they broke apart, gasping for breath, Shelley groaned. "I need you, take me to bed, make love to me." Kate drew back. "Are you sure?" At the petite woman's nod, Kate grasped her hand and led her to the bedroom. Swiftly disrobing she undressed the small blonde, laying her onto the sheets. Her eyes dark with desire as the evidence of the younger woman's arousal painted her thighs; pussy juice dripping from her molten core and glistening on her cunt lips. She felt her womanhood grow moist as she gazed at her soon-to-be lover's honey pot. Bending her head to suck the aching bud of a pert nipple into her mouth she parted her lover's nether lips, sliding her fingers along her slit to circle the throbbing nub. The smaller woman gasped, wrapping her tiny hands in the brunette's flowing tresses. "Please," she whispered. Hearing the plea in her lover's voice, the taller woman slid down to position herself between the petite blonde's thighs. Parting her lover's pussy lips with her long fingers she licked the length of the smaller woman's slit, tasting her juices, accepting all that she had to offer. Closing her teeth gently around the blonde's nubbin she felt the tiny woman's body shake as her orgasm overtook her and she screamed her lover's name into the night. Kate drew herself up the bed and cradled the petite blonde in her arms for a moment, before their passion rose to sweep them away again. Straddling the smaller woman's hips the brunette ground her warm, wet mound into the blonde's, each of them moaning constantly as their desire grew. Together they screamed their release, falling into each others embrace, spent at last. As they lay together Kate spoke, "I love you, you're the soulmate I've been looking for all my life, move in with me." Shelley looked into the cerulean eyes of her lover and replied, "Of course, I love you too. You are my soulmate. But aren't we supposed to have a huge misunderstanding and part, only to meet again in ten years and realise we were meant to be together after all?" "No," responded the brunette, "that's a different author, this one writes happy endings." "She does? Oh I thought she didn't believe in happy ever after?" "Oh she doesn't, not in real life. But she'll let us have one." "Oh good," said the petite blonde. "My love canal needs your warm wet mouth muscle inside it again. Can we screw like bunnies some more?"
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