The need for writing and codifying has emerged with the dawn of history. The picture writing stage phonetically used pictures of things composed of the first alphabet of a picture's first indication and letter. Jada creates Arabic calligraphy she converts to lesbian decoration. She's a favored Arabic lesbian artist who's gained wide reputation and vast fame. Having mastered making ink of natural substances, Jada uses seeds of yam and glue. The black color she prefers, but there are other colors: red, blue, green, brown, purple and ruby. She adds fragrances to give ink good smell.
Jada placed a tealight candle in the bottom of the bowl of the oil warmer filled with patchouli oil as a ploy to lure the woman inside with an erotic scent through the open door.
The beautiful woman wore dark sunglasses, bright red lipstick, leopard print skirt and a black leather jacket. She walked past the shop everyday and peered in the window. "Why won't you come in?" Jada mouthed, making eye contact with the dark-haired woman through the window glass.
Jada uses the art of calligraphy as conveying lesbian eroticism. She desperately wanted to unleash her creativity on this mysterious woman, through hot lesbian sex. She wanted to create this woman spreadeagle on light and dark papyrus. She lusted for another medium other than stone, pottery, or leather to transcribe upon.
Today, the woman circled the shop twice, looking in the window both times. She was driving Jada wild with all of her seductive looks, this time flashing Jada a half-moon breast. Jada's pussy seethed like Cyprus papyrus reed that grows in freshwater marshes along the river Nile.
Jada began playing her Arabic tambourine of a fixed skin with 10 pairs of jingles from Beit Sherif in Zamalek, seducing the woman, hoping she would circle the shop again and the music would bring her inside. If erotic scent and music couldn't bring her in, nothing could...or could it?
Meanwhile...back in the alley...the woman's black jaguar car was parked in back of Jada's shop in the loading zone. She took a sturdy hemp rope fitted with a climbing hook on the end from her trunk. She uncoiled the rope and gave it a few swings and then threw the hook end up on the roof. It caught, and the woman pulled the rope between her thighs, readying herself to climb up the building walls and onto the roof. She teased her pussy with the rope, nearly giving herself an orgasm. She pulled herself up onto the roof and unhooked the claw hook and coiled up the rope. She walked over to the open skylight and removed the screen, and then set the claw hook into the roof and proceeded to climb down into Jada's shop. She was wild with desire at the smell of the patchouli and the exotic sounds of the tambourine jingles.
The woman, now inside the storeroom, had a plan to lure Jada in the back without scaring her so Jada wouldn't think she was a burglar. She called Jada's shop number on her cell.
"Hello, Pharonic Lesbian Coloring Books," Jada answered.
"Hello...can you come to the back in your storeroom...I have been walking by your shop for days and I think I have something you may want..."
"Are you my jaguar woman?"
"Come and see your desire." ... end call.
Jada locked the front door, put the closed sign in the window and turned out the lights. Her hard clit pounded and her pussy was on fire. Here was a lesbian pharonic coloring book artist who was about to unleash her animalistic desires through fucking a woman stranger as mysterious as the oldest calligraphies on Earth, the hieroglyphics and the jaguar.
What she encountered once she walked through the door of her storeroom was scented candles lit and the woman naked, her leather and jaguar thrown on the easels and the climbing rope dangling from the skylight. She was lying on the mattress made of papyrus. "Take off your clothes and move my clit ring with your tongue...I have wanted you for days...my name is Saja and I want you."
"You're a climber?" Jada asked, pointing at the rope. She undressed slowly, letting Saja take it all in. When Jada removed her panties, the gold ring piercing her clit glowed in the candlelight..."First, you move MY clit ring with your tongue. Saja." They both had clit piercings.
"Not a social climber, your climber. Would you settle for a 69?" Saja asked, not giving enough time for Jada to answer. Saja positioned herself over Jada's face setting her pussy down upon it, scenting her with the wildness of pussy. The video camera activated from the very first when Saja climbed down the rope.
Very vocally, the lapping and sucking sounds turned into wild cries of passion when each of them tugged on each other's clit rings simultaneously. Like harvesting papyrus, they ate each other out like the outer fibers of papyrus when they are peeled away and the core of the stalks are stripped, where comes the best quality from the center. Jada tongued Saja's clit in the bareness of her shaved pussy where the jaguar tattoo's tail touched her clit. Saja screamed like a wildcat caught in the Cyprus papyrus. They both coaxed each other "Lick it harder...lick it!" Jada licked the spotted tail, flicking Saja's clit ring with her tongue until she brought Saja to orgasm and simultaneously Saja made Jada come. Saja spread Jada's cunt lips and spit through her clit hoop, the warm spit landing on Jada's big clit, one when peeled back from the hood and pumped with the clit pump penetrated Saja's pussy in the missionary position with Jada on top, fucking her big erect clit into Saja's pussy, penetrating the wet, pink walls of her inner jaguar, tongue kissing passionately. The camcorder captured pharonic coloring book of lesbians in erotic poses which Jada would illustrate into erotic lesbian picture hieroglyphics.
"Who are you?" Jada asked. Her tongue tingled with pussy jungle juice and her sensitive purple clit throbbed from coming so powerfully.
"The woman who is your supplier of papyrus. You order from me online every month. I give you a discount. Now you know why. What would you like me to do with the rope?"
"Climb back up and out and then come in the front door and ask me out for dinner," Jada replied. "You know what I eat." Jada wiped her lips with Saja's leopard thong and polished both of their clit rings with Saja's thong...an artist who had unleashed her artistic desire and creativity through different means...the history and origin of the jaguar and hieroglyphics.
Copyright 1/4/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist,
unrivaled, bringing you the upper tier in lesbian erotica
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