A story I called - "My Gift - for You!" - F x Ft, Romantic

Well, Hi all, I wanted to try my hand at this story telling many years ago, now, and thought I made some decent efforts. But now I have an audience *giggling* - maybe!

So here goes my first attempt at futa. This is actually a story I wrote a few years ago for my lover at the time, and it wasn't futa at that time either. But, well.... I thought let's give it a try and did some editing and changing. My lover is the futa in the story - I'm the woman (yes, I'm lesbian and proud of it!! *giggles*)

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My Gift - for You!

It is typical late September weather, the days still warm, the nights cool and fresh. But the house is always warm, both because of its solid construction and because of your presence in it. You make it warm and welcoming, safe and loving. I’m working a bit late, and finally, as the wind begins to pick up, I find myself trudging up the walkway, hardly able to wait to see you. I know exactly what I’m going to say, to apologize for making you wait, playing the conversation over in my mind. But it is a conversation not destined to take place.

I enter the house and its warmth enters me. I’m so comfortable here. I look for you and realize that I must be later than I imagined, for you must have gone to bed. I remove my coat and shoes and slowly, quietly climb the stairs to find you. As I enter our room, I see you lying on our bed, head tilted to a small angle, eyes closed. Your blond hair is spread about your head, like a golden halo surrounding your beauty. You are sleeping peacefully, and I see you chest moving in a slow even rhythm as you breathe. I stand and watch you sleep, as I would watch a child, amazed at the innocence in your face. Then I realize that I have a feeling for you that's different than anything I could ever feel for a child. And that your innocence is only something that I see in your sleep. What I see when you are awake is not innocence. It is heat. It is passion.. for everything you do. It is love... for me. That's what I see and that's what I feel for you.

As these thoughts run through my mind, I walk slowly toward the bed, quietly, not wanting to wake you. I stand next to our bed and look down at your beautiful face. You stir, as if aware that someone is there, watching you, and you push the light covers off your sleek body. As usual, you are naked .. your favourite way to go to bed. As my eyes travel up and down your body, I notice that the dim streetlight shining through the shaded window makes your smooth flesh glisten seductively. I feel myself becoming excited at the sight of you. My nipples are beginning to harden, and there is a tingle, a twitch between my thighs. As I keep looking at you, I see your legs move and your back arch... you are stretching in your sleep. The arching thrusts your breasts up from your chest, a