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  From the first few thwops, fire moved through my legs like liquid desire. Her palms flamed over my haunches with a steady pace before stimulating my derriere with a remarkable pandemonium of swats.

  Oh, it felt so good! I had to resist the urge to touch my mound, knowing my mistress would not approve of such a bald display of selfish pleasure. Instead, I stayed focused on the propellers orbiting my backside and hamstrings until the swats took me to the very edge of vulnerable sensations.

  “No more!” I cried, turning like a skewer in her lap. Tracy graciously leveled a hand to my pussy, twisting her fingers through my wetness so I could get off.

  “You’re so wet,” she murmured in my ear. “You must have really needed that. Now, I’ve got something else you need.”

  Making an envelope with her fingers, she burnished my clit with increasing amounts of pressure until my nub was all hers. She flicked the fleshy bit with her thumb, pinched and rolled it until I was writhing and thrashing from another orgasm.

  Still in control of my pussy, she circled my labia with her fingertips, tickling and kneading before plunging her digits pasts the depths of my folds. She finger-fucked my pussy until I was breathless and almost dizzy.

  When I came that final time, gasping for breath, I twined my arms round Tracy’s neck and thanked her for being such a fine mistress. I hoped to prove myself worthy of her ministrations again.

  “Oh, you’ll be a worthy submissive,” Tracy assured me. “I’ve always seen potential in you, Kim. All you’ve ever needed is a guiding hand.”

  I let that hand guide me to the nearest travel agent where I canceled my return ticket to Minneapolis.

  After the Night Out

  Scarlett knight

  Cara has kept her crush on friend Rene a total secret. But when she and Rene return to Cara’s place after a night of partying, their friendship takes a steamy turn as their true feelings for one another come out.

  Cara put her purse on the kitchen table and turned to keep hold of Rene. She guided the more-than-tipsy woman to the plush red couch in the living room and then switched on the black beaded lamp on the end table.

  “How was that for getting over your ex?” Cara asked.

  “Fantastic!” Rene said then sighed. “And you know what? I’m not even that sad he dumped me. I should’ve known, I mean, he had ‘player’ written all over his face the minute I saw him. I had a ton more fun going out with you tonight than I did dating that loser.”

  She scooted her pale, curvy body down until she lay horizontal on the cushions. After propping both legs up against the couch’s back and crossing them, she smiled, her red lipstick nearly worn away from sipping on drink after drink earlier at the club. Gravity pulled her little black dress down just enough to reveal the edge of a sparkling black thong. Cara turned away, hoping the hot blush she felt on her cheeks wasn’t noticeable.

  “I think maybe you should crash here,” she said. “Either that or wait a little bit and sober up some. You probably shouldn’t drive home right now.”

  “I can stay.” Rene’s long, red-streaked brunette hair spilled out like ribbons around her. “That is, if you don’t mind. I don’t want to intrude.”

  “Not a problem.”

  God, she looked so inviting, just lying there, totally vulnerable and loosened up from her drinks. When they first met, Cara had been attracted to her immediately, upon literally running into her at the grocery store. She’d been carrying a jar of her favorite deli pickles, and she’d been so focused on getting home and devouring the salty treats as comfort food. After getting into that stupid fender-bender, which was her fault unfortunately, she needed a little comfort. Then, crash! Another wreck, but this time much more harmless, and infinitely more fortuitous.

  Neither of the women had been paying an ounce of attention when Rene walked right into Cara, causing her to drop the jar and spill the contents all over the place. Rene had blamed herself and offered to pay, but Cara wouldn’t letter. It was when Rene reached up and pulled a bit of pickle out of Cara’s pixie-short blonde hair that Cara had the guts to ask her if she’d like to get some coffee, that she’d had hell of a day and could use some company. Rene had laughed and said that golden word: “Sure!”

  They’d been friends ever since. And the entire time, Cara had wanted so much more than friendship but had been afraid to make a move, mainly because Rene had a boyfriend, but also because she couldn’t tell if Rene was even interested in women. She was a bit hard to read, rather mysterious, which was another reason Cara was slightly crazy about her.

  “I’ll just go get you some water then,” Cara said and escaped back into the kitchen.

  As she filled up a tall glass, she observed her metallic purple fingernails and silently cursed her luck that the paint was chipping. Silly to care, though. Rene didn’t mind. But Cara constantly felt the need to look perfect around her, to wear her softer, silkier lingerie, to line her sapphire eyes in her best smoky gray liner, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Rene might become attracted to her.

  What if she just threw caution to the wind and made a move?

  She shook her head. The idea was silly. They were friends. She couldn’t ruin it just because she had a crush. And what would Rene think of her? She hadn’t just come out and said, “I’m a lesbian” to her because people were still so iffy these days with their reactions. Hell, she’d just now gotten her mother to return her phone calls after officially coming out of the closet to her months ago.

  “Here you go,” she said, taking the glass to Rene, who now sat upright, her eyes heavy-lidded, only adding to her sex appeal. “Drink up. Gotta get you hydrated.”

  “Thanks, sweetie,” Rene said, winking at her. She grabbed the glass and took a few gulps. “Ahh.”

  As she set the water down by the lamp, she cleared her throat. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in, obviously. So I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Mind what?”

  Rene slipped her little black dress over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Her pushup bra matched her thong. The woman’s curves were delicious, her body tone and smooth. Cara thought she might die on the spot with the desire to take her then and there.

  “Oh, um, gosh, I can get you a shirt or something,” she said, blinking, turning away.

  “Not necessary.” Rene slowly took off her glittery bracelets and earrings and placed them next to her drink, all the while staring a hole into Cara. Then she whispered, “Why don’t you undress, too?”

  Rene knew she had heard her wrong. “What?”

  “I said why don’t you take off your dress and sit down by me?”

  She let out a nervous laugh. “You’re drunk. I think - ”

  “I know what I’m doing.”

  She reached back and unhooked her bra. As it fell from her body, her full breasts flashed into view, the nipples taut from the chill of the air conditioning. When Rene sensually pinched them, Cara’s heart started to thud. Her clit twitched. Try as she might, she could not look away.

  “I’m not a fool, Cara. I’ve been with both men and women, and that look is always the same. The look that says you’re interested in someone. Unless I misread, you’ve been interested in me from the start.”

  Slightly wounded at being seen as so obvious, Cara crossed her arms. “What if you had misread?”

  “Then it’d be the first time. Ever.” She held out her arms in an open invitation. “Come here. I’ve wanted you, too.”

  Cara bit down on her lower lip. Tentatively, she pulled the straps of her dress down off her shoulders and stepped out of her dress. Rene eyed her violet, lacy bra and panties and raised an eyebrow.

  “Mmm, you look good enough to eat,” she said.

  “You really have wanted me all this time?” Cara asked, adrenaline coursing through her veins. “Seriously?”

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bsp; “Why shouldn’t I have? You’re a beautiful woman.”

  She took Cara by the hand and pulled her down until she straddled her. Then she embraced her, the tight hug feeling so right, and reached around to undo the clasp on Cara’s bra. Rene slid it off the woman and tossed it to the floor.

  Cara gently took Rene’s face into her hands and brought it to hers. She kissed her carefully, waiting for cues to do more or less. When Rene brought up her hands to roll Cara’s nipples between her fingers, Cara playfully nibbled on her lips and darted her tongue into Rene’s inviting mouth. Her clit tingled as it lightly brushed against Rene’s pubic bone through the lacy panties. She moved her hips lower, rubbing her moist sex against Rene’s.

  Rene let out a groan, and she pulled away from the kiss long enough to say, “Oh, yes, just like that.”

  She pulled at her panties and wiggled out of them, all while keeping Cara on top. Cara attempted to take hers off while sitting, but it proved too awkward. She let out a laugh as she stood long enough to rid herself of the bothersome material. Rene giggled as she reached for her and brought her back down again.

  Spreading her legs wider, she tilted her pelvis up. The trim hair on her pussy glistened. Her cunt, shimmering with moisture, was warm as Cara pressed her own against it. As Cara slowly moved her hips in tantalizing circular motions, Rene wrapped her arms around her again and raked her fingernails down her back. She kissed down Cara’s neck and sucked on her earlobe, rolling her tongue around the diamond stud earring. Cara took Rene’s breasts in her hands and squeezed. God, this was really happening.

  Fueled by uncontrollable passion she’d tried so hard to keep contained for so long, Cara grabbed hold of Rene’s shoulders. Looking into her eyes, she humped harder against her pussy. Rene’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her heavy breathing turned into shallow gasps. Watching her face flush was enough to tip Cara over the edge. Suddenly she felt the beginning of a strong climax creep up her legs.

  “Oh, baby, I think I’m gonna come,” she said.

  “Me too,” Rene gasped with her eyes closed, her brow furrowed.

  “Oh, god!”

  Rene grabbed Cara’s ass and rubbed against her hard as they both came, their bodies caught in delightful spasm. They moaned together, neither bothering to quiet the erotic sound escaping their lips, both totally letting go of control. Cara raked her pussy against Rene’s several more slow times to draw out the tingling pleasure. Then she looked into her friend’s eyes, and saw that Rene wasn’t nearly as drunk as she had thought.

  “I’m so glad we went out tonight,” Rene said, rubbing her hands up Cara’s thighs. “I think I’ve been falling for you for a while.”

  “Same here,” said Cara. With the sweet relaxation of release loosening her limbs, she leaned down and inhaled the sweet, lilac perfume of Rene’s hair. “You sure you still want to stay the night? Or would it be a little weird, considering everything?”

  “Oh, honey.” Her eyes darkened with lust. “The night’s just getting started.”

  Dip It Low

  Lucy Felthouse

  Jane is a waitress, and has been left cleaning up the mess after a high-society party in a stately home. She’s still not done when her girlfriend, Shelley, turns up to drive her home. Inviting her girlfriend in to wait, she’s happy to receive the offer of Shelley’s help tidying up. However, it seems Shelley’s in a mischievous mood, and when she spots the chocolate fountain in the middle of the banqueting table, their dull task quickly turns into sexy fun.

  Jane’s mobile rang, stopping her in her tracks as she went to grab another pile of plates to load into the dishwasher. She wouldn’t normally answer it at work, but her employers had gone up to bed in another wing of the great house. Plus, the phone call, she knew, was her lift home.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey babe, it’s me. How do I get into this bloody place? These gates look pretty impenetrable to me.”

  “Oh, shit,” Jane giggled at her girlfriend, Shelley’s, words. “Hang on, I’ll come and buzz you in.”

  Heading out of the banqueting hall she’d been cleaning up, she made for the front door and the panel next to it which could be used to allow visitors through the security gates at the end of the drive. A camera was trained on the area just beyond said gates, and on the screen, Jane could see Shelley sitting in the car, drumming on the steering wheel, something she did a lot when she was bored or impatient.

  Pressing the button, Jane watched on screen as the gates swung open and Shelley drove the car through the gap and out of sight. After a beat, she selected the option to close the gates again, then opened the front door. She wasn’t worried about Lord and Lady McNab seeing - they’d seemed pretty wrapped up in each other when they’d bid her goodnight. Plus, all she was doing was letting her girlfriend in to wait while she finished up. If they hadn’t been so short-staffed for the evening, it would all be done by now and she would have cadged a lift with one of the other waiters or waitresses. But things had overrun, everyone else had cried off the clean up claiming other responsibilities, which left Jane. She’d been a little miffed - no, a lot, actually - but when the McNabs had seen what happened, they’d promised her a nice bonus for being so helpful and staying when everyone else had scarpered. So it wasn’t all bad.

  Waiting as Shelley pulled the car up next to the house, yanked on the handbrake and killed the engine, Jane was suddenly eager to have her girl up close and personal. It had been a very busy, not to mention somewhat traumatic, evening. It turned out when you put a bunch of posh people in a room with a chocolate fountain and alcohol, things got hot and heavy. For them, anyway. Jane had spent a great deal of the time with her gaze firmly averted, and still she’d seen enough toff flesh to last a lifetime - and then some. She needed a hug from her girl, to have her whisper sweet nothings into her ear and soothe the horrible day away. That and make the rest of it go more quickly.

  After what felt like an age, Shelley exited the car, grinning. “Hey babe,” she said, crunching up the gravel driveway and climbing the steps to the front door. “How’s it going?”

  “Ugh,” Jane said, waving a hand. “Don’t ask. Just come here.” Reaching out, she grabbed Shelley’s wrist and tugged her in through the door, then directly into her arms. Planting a kiss on Shelley’s lips, Jane immediately felt better. To her, her girlfriend was a natural high, something that made her sublimely happy and yet was still good for her, and not illegal. Who needed drugs or booze when you had a girlfriend as smokin’ hot as Shelley?

  “Oh, wow,” Shelley said when they parted. “Did you, uh, miss me or something?”

  Closing the front door, Jane headed back into the banqueting hall, throwing her reply over her shoulder. “Maybe. Why do you ask?”

  Swatting Jane’s arse with her hand, Shelley replied, “Saucy wench. So, how long are you going to be? Almost ready to blow this joint?”

  “Almost. I got dumped with loads to do. But you know me, efficient to a fault. I’ve just got a bit more stuff to clear off this table and either bin or load into the dishwasher. I’m glad you’re here, actually, as I could do with a hand with the fountain. I wasn’t quite sure how I’d be able to carry it without ending up covered in chocolate.”

  They approached the table, looking at the chocolate fountain in the middle. Shelley turned to Jane, an eyebrow quirked. “You, covered in chocolate? Why, that doesn’t sound like such a bad thing to me.”

  Jane narrowed her eyes. “Behave, you. I’ve just got these few bits and pieces and then we can be outta here. Once we’re at home you can do what you like with me. Within reason, of course.” She winked.

  “I’ve got a better idea.” Shelley walked farther up the edge of the table, getting right up to the fountain. “Why don’t we empty a little of this chocolate out by eating it? There’s some dipping stuff left, right?”

  Jan
e indicated a couple of bowls near to her. “Yeah, there are some marshmallows and some fruit left.”

  “Perfect. Bring it over here then, gorgeous.”

  Knowing her girl wouldn’t shut up until she got her own way, Jane grabbed three of the bowls and moved up next to Shelley, placing them back down on the table. “Happy now?” she said, a tad impatiently.

  “Don’t you get sassy with me, madam. This is as much for your benefit as mine.”

  “All right, all right.” She picked up a large bit of fluffy marshmallow. There were none of the fondue forks left, and she figured the rest of the contents were going to be dumped, anyway, so she dipped the squidgy sweet confectionery right into the fountain. Getting it good and covered with the delicious-smelling chocolate, she opened her mouth wide and popped it in. Immediately, a taste explosion erupted across her tongue. Good marshmallow and even better chocolate was an excellent combination, and one she was eager to try again as soon as she’d finished the first.

  Shelley was watching her, a dangerous look in her eye.

  “Aren’t you having any, babe? This was your idea!”

  “Oh, I’m having some, don’t you worry. I’m just enjoying the sight of your luscious lips and pretty pink tongue devouring your own for the moment. Go on, have another.”

  Shrugging, Jane repeated the action, closing her eyes and humming with pleasure as she popped the second morsel between her lips.

  “Right,” Shelley’s brusque tone came from right next to Jane’s ear, startling her. Her eyes flew open and she took in the sight of her girl, whose dangerous look had now turned positively hungry. “Get your clothes off, and get up on that table.”

  “What!”

  “You heard me. Don’t make me force you.”

  Jane knew that Shelley wouldn’t force her, not really. She may hold all the power in their relationship, but she’d never ever done anything that Jane didn’t want her to. And, as her girlfriend’s intentions finally sunk in, she realized it wasn’t exactly a hardship. In fact, it was likely to be a great deal of fun.