A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied lesbian themes.
Tango by Alcamia Payne Sophie thought she’d never feel passion again when David, her lover, ruined her self confidence. When she chances upon a sultry club though, the attraction of the sexy South American vibe and the mysterious charms of the Argentinean dancer, Ludmilla, melts away her inhibitions and sparks new and smouldering passions inside her. Sophie accepts Ludmilla’s offer of dancing lessons and Sophie’s world opens up as the sexy dance teacher empowers her and the two of them enter into a simmering and adventurous sexual relationship. Soon, it isn’t just the salsa Sophie’s falling in love with.
A Dip in the Pool by Eve Diamond Julie’s luxury lifestyle comes at a price. Her workaholic husband likes to unwind on the golf course and she finds the long, summer days leave her with idle fingers. As she’s a non-swimmer, she decides to surprise Greg by taking lessons before their exotic holiday. Slender blonde Meg is an inspiring instructor and as Julie’s strokes grow in confidence so does her startling lust for a taste of girly tenderness. The women move from pool to changing room to master bedroom as Julie becomes accomplished at not just one but two new skills.
Hot Pursuit by Lynn Lake Constable Eva Lemieux of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police was parked behind a billboard out on Highway 12, allegedly monitoring the radar gun mounted up on her dashboard, checking for speeders. But on a warm sunny day, after a large lunch, her drowsy thoughts had drifted away from business ... to pleasure – picturing her fellow officer, Constable Susan Orpetski, in her mind’s eye. Until – wham! – Orpetski was right there in stunning person, along with one hellacious speeder playing a crazy game of chicken. Proving just how unpredictable and exciting police work really can be.
Personal Shopper by Viva Jones Claire runs her own boutique and has a keen eye for what works well on her customers. When Sam arrives needing a series of outfits for her engagement weekend, she’s happy to guide her. As Sam steps in and out of some increasingly dazzling dresses, she reveals that her fiancé berates her for not being adventurous enough. Soon, hedonism turns to heady desire, and Sam and Claire embark on a journey far more satisfying than a bagful of designer clothing.
Stick Garden by Sommer Marsden ‘I didn’t think so.’ She prodded me with her knee to the back of mine and I let her guide me dead centre into a white stain of moonlight. Maddy turned me and whispered against my neck ‘Put your arms out, brat.’ She kissed me hard even as my arms flew out to my sides in my obedience. An impudent lover learns her lesson at the hands of a small dom wielding a big stick. In their new garden, naked by moonlight, she pays for her rude remarks and then some. Teasing about that which nourishes you is never acceptable.
These stories have also been published in Wanton Women 9781907761690
Ludmilla smiled secretly as her finger traced Sophie’s rigid nipples through the leotard. She seemed very serious.
‘Take it off now,’ she said. ‘Take your leotard off slowly. Do a sexy dance for me, I promise I won’t eat you. Look.’ Much to Sophie’s amazement she bent over again and peered up at Sophie from between her parted legs; before standing back up, she sensuously began to wriggle out of her own leotard.
It was compelling and erotic to watch the lean man-like body with its pert breasts emerging like a python shedding its skin. First one breast appeared, tawny hued, enhanced by the nub of her dark nipple which was as hard as a raisin, and then the other. Next, a neat sashay of the hips and Ludmilla peeled the leotard down over her firm belly and dancer’s hips. All the time dancing, as she exhibited her muscular buttocks and long dancer’s legs. Finally, she was completely naked except for the stilettos, and turning around she placed her hands on her hips.
Sophie gasped. Ludmilla was so beautiful. Her pubis was flat, unlike Sophie’s, and sprinkled with short black curly hair – the wet slit juicily tempting.
She came to Sophie and wriggled Sophie’s leotard down over her breasts before, legs akimbo, she held herself rigid, her muscular legs quivering and with remarkable self-control, she leant forward and cradled Sophie’s plenteous breasts in her hand, tenderly kissing each nipple before ferociously ripping Sophie’s leotard right down and kicking it away with her toe.
Ludmilla’s eyes smouldered and her carmine lips parted in invitation as she gazed at Sophie’s sex with its brush of thick dark hair so completely opposite in appearance to her own.
She held out her arms and they danced, except this time, Ludmilla’s hands searched between her legs and Sophie, unable to sustain the rhythm of the dance, kept faltering.
Ludmilla gripped her wrist and together they ran, giggling, through the studio and up a staircase and into Ludmilla’s tiny bedroom high up at the top of the apartment where the curtains were drawn and only a tiny slither of light showed.
Ludmilla tumbled onto the bed as, down below, the strains of tango that would provide the perfect accompaniment to their tangoing bodies, echoed throughout the building.
Ludmilla’s strong legs tangled with Sophie’s, pinning her to the bed and then she sat up, smoothing her hands down her fabulous body.