A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied lesbian themes.
Submission in Silk by Giselle Renarde Priti wants to be used and abused. Devra doesn’t play that way. She believes in simultaneous submission, in giving and receiving freely rather than overpowering her partner. But when this quarrelsome pair becomes inspired by a silk neck roll from the extensive collection of cushions on Devra’s bed, they find it impossible to extract power play from their encounter.
Go Find Yourself by Velvet Tripp Lisa’s divorce forces her to re-evaluate her life. Her memories take her back to her experiences and fantasies from her teenage years, when cultural taboos prevented her from following her longing for another woman. She feels she’s denied her real self for too long, and decides to take off on an adventure of discovery. She attends a “camp camp”, the ACCN, where she meets Ross, who captivates her and ultimately seduces her.
The Girl from Xanadu by Olivia London Worker bee Claire and gorgeous trust-fund intern Velma come from very different worlds. Claire barely makes ends meet while Velma works just to keep busy. Around the office Velma is as inept as she is beautiful but Claire eagerly helps the lovely lass to the next level going beyond the office to the bedroom. As the saying goes, the rich are different. But Velma needs support and Claire comes to the rescue. Who wouldn’t want to rescue a damsel in distress? As a reward, Velma shows her new friend the finer things in life, but can this relationship between lovers and colleagues last?
Acid Orange by Helen Dring Environmental disaster brought together two very different women. While Lee fights to control the fallout of a surge in energy, policing the streets and finding safety for those displaced, Anita locks herself away and prays that she comes home safely. But the crisis is worsening, and, when Lee’s unit withdraws from the streets, all Anita can do is hope that they face whatever is to come together, as lovers and soulmates.
For the Good by Alyssa Turner Stacy is married, straight and as conventional as they come, but tough girl Myra is the surprising new crush she can’t seem to forget. The right opportunity is all the excuse she needs to live out her fantasy, and when opportunity meets mutual desire the result is more combustible than either woman could have imagined.
These stories have also been published in Wanton Women 9781907761690
Splayed like a leaping frog, Devra set her weight down against Priti and the fine pillow. The slick sensation of silk against her smooth lips made her growl as she wrapped her legs around Priti’s.
‘Ohhh ...’ Priti sighed, jutting her chest forward. ‘I love silk ...’
‘Isn’t it just the purest feeling in the world – a freshly shaved pussy against 100 per cent silk?’
Pinning Priti’s shoulders to the bed, Devra trapped her curvy girl in place. She stroked her own throbbing pussy lips against the cushion. The liquid silk of her body met with the glossy fabric to make for a super-slick ride. Priti writhed beneath her, tribbing on the flipside of the pillow.
‘How’s this feel?’ Devra asked, stroking her wet cunt against the silk as she held Priti’s shoulders down.
‘Oh,’ Priti cried, as if she were surprised by how amazing it felt. ‘So good ...’ Though she was pinned under her partner, Priti still managed to take hold of Devra’s hard nipples and squeeze. ‘How’s this?’ she teased.
‘Yes ...’ Devra hissed. ‘That is so good.’
With crimson fingernails, Priti pinched her tits. Devra moaned, tribbing harder against the silk cushion. Squealing at the pressure, Priti thrust in response. Her face was especially beautiful when she was about to come, pink cheeks puffing and lips red with arousal. ‘How do you like this?’ Priti hissed, twisting Devra’s hard nipples in tight circles.
The pleasure stung. She knew she’d be feeling it for days, but she didn’t care. ‘Yes, that’s good!’ Devra cried. ‘Harder!’
Priti twisted her nipples, pulling on Devra’s small tits. Devra slid back and forth against the neck roll between their legs. The stroke of silk against her pussy lips beautifully complemented the sharp pain of being hauled around by her breasts. Those fingernails hurt like hell, and she loved it.
Shutting her eyes tight, Priti bucked up hard. Had their legs not been so thoroughly entangled, she would have sent Devra flying across the bed. She pounded her clit against the sopping silk. Without the cushion as a buffer, their pussies would have been broken and bruised by the intensity of their movements.
