Women in Lust excerpt: “Hot for Teacher” by Rachel Kramer Bussel

An excerpt from the story in Women in Lust, “Hot for Teacher” by Rachel Kramer Bussel, who you can follow @raquelita on Twitter.

He turned and beamed his full attention, not to mention two rows of extremely even white teeth, right at her. “If you ever have any questions, Meredith, you are more than welcome to visit me in my office during office hours. It’s totally confidential,” he said, and she wondered if she was imagining that his voice got low and intimate somehow on that last word. Were they still talking about homework?

“I think that might be helpful,” she said, meaning, in fact, I’d love to dress up for you and bend over your desk. “Well, I’ll see you soon,” she said.

“I hope so,” he said quietly, unless she’d imagined that too.

She went home and for the first time in who knows how long, she stripped down to her birthday suit and simply walked around every room enjoying the feel of the air against her bare skin. She took baths, of course, and even got massages, but those were merely utilitarian reasons for nudity. This afternoon was about her picturing herself prancing around for Professor Arthur, showing him her pendulous, large breasts, her sizeable ass, the curve of her belly, the dusting of red fuzz covering her pussy. She dyed her hair a very shiny brown, trying to fool the world into thinking her a brunette, but inside her lurked the soul of a redhead, one whose innate passion had been put on hold for far too long. Instead of taking a bath, Meredith stood in her bathroom and began touching herself the way she wanted Professor Arthur—”Ralph,” she said aloud to herself—to touch her. She began with her breasts, tweaking each one, holding up the nipples and tugging and twisting until the sight caused a corresponding tug in her pussy.

Then, staring at herself in the mirror, Meredith lifted her right breast and tucked her head down so she could suck on her own nipple. The flood of emotion and arousal was so intense she had to lean her left hand against the counter. She spread her legs, wondering if Professor Arthur was circumcised, picturing his cock as big and thick and aching just for her. She kept going, making sure to watch her every move, so that when she did go to her hot professor’s office hours, it wouldn’t be as a true schoolgirl, skittish and nervous, relying on her youthful charm and giggly giddiness, but as a mature woman who could tap into that spirit, but also had something more to offer. For all her pleated-skirt fantasies, what Meredith wanted was to be treated like a woman⎯a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, even if what she wanted was to be manhandled by a younger nerdy man who just so happened to hold her academic future in his hands.

and later in the story:

“When was the last time your ass got spanked, Meredith?”

She was quiet, and now tears rose to her eyes. “Never,” she whispered, and felt him again grab her ass, this time with both hands, holding her open.

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Women in Lust excerpt: “Queen of Sheba” by Jen Cross

An excerpt from the second story in Women in Lust, “Queen of Sheba” by Jen Cross.

You really wanna know about the best time? Well, there was this one guy, back when I was in school. But you have to promise you won’t tell Max. Okay?

At first, I thought Jimmy was just really into foreplay. He’d say, “Can I touch you?” And before I was done nodding, he’d have reached out a calloused hand to my body, maybe resting it on one of my thighs or against my belly for a second, but he was always only interested in my pussy. His eyes would glaze a little, he’d moisten his lips and get focused like a cat.

When Jimmy really got going, my pussy would feel like it was molten, you know? All melty and hot, like—well, I’m getting ahead of myself here.

Jimmy, with that mouth and tongue, those lips. He’d push up every single pillow behind me and set me back against them, prop my feet up and over to either side of my mussed single bed. After he’d sort of enthroned me, got my butt and hips propped up and thighs splayed, he’d just sit back for a minute and look at me, those ruddy cheeks flushing and his eyes bright and almost⎯if it weren’t for the cocky set to his jaw, the way his grin pulled a little too tight to one side of his mouth so you’d never be sure he wasn’t about to crack up⎯almost reverent.

He never did, though⎯never cracked up, never laughed at me. He just liked to keep me perched on that edge of nerves. But really, maybe I just couldn’t read him, after all those months, and there was something else altogether going on behind those eyes and that half-cracked grin.

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Women in Lust excerpt: “Ride a Cowboy” by Del Carmen

An excerpt from the second story in Women in Lust, “Ride a Cowboy” by Del Carmen.

“I want to fuck you.”

Rita didn’t know who was more surprised. She at the words that came out of her mouth or Nate who looked at her like a steer caught in headlights.

“What?” he asked.

Rita pretended the last minute did not happen. She waved her pad at him. “What would you like to order?”

Nate lifted an eyebrow, knowing in his eyes.

She steeled herself. Hopefully whatever cut he gave her would not be loud enough for the other diners to hear. The last thing she needed or wanted was the town gossip mill looking in her direction…again.

“I’ll take the blue plate special,” he said, “the steak medium well, heavy on the gravy, four biscuits. Coffee. Black.”

Rita wrote furiously and reached for his menu.

He held on to it and forced her to meet his eyes. His questioning, hers resolved.

He let go of the menu. Rita forced herself to walk slowly toward the kitchen, all the while yearning to run from the room. She put in the order and kept walking down the hallway, out the back door. Leaning on the wall, she took deep breaths to calm her racing heart and covered her face with her hands. She shook her head and dried her sweaty palms on her apron, a blush hot on her cheeks.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She couldn’t believe she gave voice to her secret obsession and to Nate’s face no less. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had leapt onto his horse and ridden for the hills. Thank the Maker that he was on his way to a cattle drive and would be gone for weeks. Her face would have cooled down by then. She didn’t know about the yearning for him though. It had been burning fiercely for months but he was always on the go, too busy, too blind –men! – to notice. But today he noticed.

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Women in Lust excerpt: “Bite Me” by Lucy Hughes

An excerpt from the second story in Women in Lust, “Smoke” by Lucy Hughes.

“Hey, I want you to do me a favor,” he said, before he had a chance to lose his nerve.

She said, “Hmm?” and then waited quietly while he tugged his shirt off. Her hands settled on his back again, cool against his skin. “Ooh, you’re warm.”

“Bite me.” He offered her the inside of his left arm.

She looked bemused, but caught a bit of skin between her teeth and toyed with it gently.

In the pit of his stomach, a host of little demons readied a vat of despair in case he needed to wallow in it. “Like you mean it,” he added with forced optimism.

That got her to apply a little more pressure. It felt slightly pinchy.

“Harder?” He wanted her to make him scream.

A little more pressure. The tiny increments were driving him crazy. He clenched his teeth, as though that could make her bite down harder.

“Like you’re a vampire who’s been starving for a week,” he suggested.

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Women in Lust excerpt: “Smoke” by Elizabeth Coldwell

An excerpt from the second story in Women in Lust, “Smoke” by Elizabeth Coldwell.

There’s something I need to know before this goes any further. “When I arrived here, you were sitting with three girls.” I picture them in my mind, young and pert, attractive in a wholesome, farmer-folk way, like the barman inside. “If you’re in the mood for a fuck, what was wrong with them?”

Gijs shrugs. “They don’t do it for me. I like someone older, someone who knows what she wants.” He leans closer. “Tell me, Barbara, what do you want?”

I want what I’ve wanted since my first sip of beer, since the music started to rouse me on some primitive level: to be filled with hot, hard cock. More than that, I want to try something I would only dare in a foreign country, where I know there’s absolutely no chance of bumping into someone I know who wouldn’t approve, or understand.

“You and Peter. At the same time. And we’ve got to be quick, because I’ve left my beer sitting on the bar. How about it?” As my words hang in the air, I can’t believe I’ve been so bold. Playing for such high stakes has never really appealed to me before.

Peter spins his empty bottle on the table. Is he deciding whether to go for it or not? A quick glance between the two men, then they nod.

Gijs extends a hand to me. “Come on.”

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Women in Lust: “Bayou” by Clancy Nacht

An excerpt from the second story in Women in Lust, “Bayou” by Clancy Nacht, who you can follow @clancynacht on Twitter.

From “Bayou” by Clancy Nacht

His hand presses on the center of my back, urging me forward. I grip the windowsill. My reflection gazes back at me as I spread my legs for him, letting him see all he wants of me.
I don’t dare look back at him. It ruins the moment.

I must always look forward, stare into space.

He draws the line of the ice along my lower back, filling in the space with swirls, light touches. He repeats it long enough to hear me moan, to watch my spine rise trying to get more of the cold tip of the ice. My skin flinches, shrinking from his fingers as he strokes the ice along my body.

Just a sliver in his hand, he dips it between my asscheeks; I jump. I’ve never felt the chill of ice on my anus; never felt it swirling around my opening like that.

The confused sensations make me shiver; such a warm area suddenly flushing with cold. And he moves it down, down, down to that sensitive skin between.

My pussy clenches in anticipation.

I want to feel it there. I dread the absolute cold of the ice, but I want the pure sensation. I want to feel the chill of it on my hot opening. I want to take it inside of me and turn it into nothing but water.

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Women in Lust excerpt: “Her, Him, and Them” by Aimee Pearl

An excerpt from the second story in Women in Lust, “Her, Him, and Them” by Aimee Pearl.

“Baby,” she whispers, gentle and sweet, “did you come?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

Slam!

She grabs my hair hard by the fistful and shoves my face viciously into the pillow. “Didn’t I tell you to ask first?” comes her fervent growl. I suddenly get it and snap into submissive mode.

“I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t ask you if you were sorry. Do you remember that I told you to ask first?”

“Yes.”

“So why didn’t you do as you were told?”

Her angry energy is enough to make me come again, as I beg and plead. “I forgot, it just felt so good, I couldn’t help it, please, I’m sorry…”

Much later that night, she says, “I like telling girls what to do. And girls seem to like to be told. Why is that? Why do girls like that?”

“Because it’s so relaxing…”

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