Women in Lust - erotica edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel

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

rachelkb — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 18:51:16 +0000

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

rachelkb — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 18:28:10 +0000

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

rachelkb — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 18:23:24 +0000

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

rachelkb — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 23:49:08 +0000

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

rachelkb — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 17:15:08 +0000

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

rachelkb — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 17:12:08 +0000

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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Women in Lust excerpt: “Guess” by Charlotte Stein

rachelkb — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 15:40:36 +0000

An excerpt from the second story in Women in Lust, “Guess” by Charlotte Stein, who you can follow @Charlotte_Stein on Twitter.

Guess
Charlotte Stein

I know he’s there, because I can smell him. It’s that cherry lip gloss he knows I like, though god knows where he’s put it. On his lips? Too conventional. On his nipples? They’re small and perky and would look delicious coated in something slippery, but I doubt it.

I’m betting on his cock; undoubtedly on his cock. And while I’m lying here blindfolded and largely helpless, he’s going to make me taste it⎯that cherry-scented, cherry-flavored curve of flesh.
I can just picture him now, getting closer, with it bobbing between his thighs. His breath is unsteady, though his resolve seems to be holding, and every now and then I can hear him, moving in close.

There’s just that hint of too close, like maybe he can’t quite help himself.

I think that sets me off more than the blindfold⎯that sense of his bucking arousal, trying to lunge at me. How it excites him to the point of teeth baring and flushed cheeks, to think of me cut off like this: entirely unable to tell what he’s going to do next; not sure which body part he’s touching me with.

Is that his finger, trailing over the curve of my hip? I’m spread out on the bed, legs wide to show off my already glistening pussy, so there’s plenty for him to go after. But he chooses just that tiny innocuous spot, with the edge of something light and small.

And then I feel something moist and sudden, against the squeamish inside of my right elbow.

Read the whole story in Women in Lust: Erotic Stories.

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Women in Lust excerpt: “Naughty Thoughts” by Portia Da Costa

rachelkb — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 02:11:54 +0000

An excerpt of the first story in Women in Lust, “Naughty Thoughts” by Portia Da Costa, who you can follow @PortiaDaCosta on Twitter.

“Are you having those naughty thoughts again, you bad girl? I can always tell, because your eyes start to cross.”

Terrence accompanies his accusation with a swirl of his hips, a move that nearly blows the top of my head off. It also nearly dislodges said naughty thoughts he’s accusing me of. But not quite. They’re so naughty that I can’t seem to shake them, despite another virtuoso hip-swirl that makes me groan and claw his back.

“Back with us again, are we?” he gasps, laughing as he shags. He really is the most fabulous, fabulous fuck.

“Yes! Yes!” It’s half gasp, half cry, all genuine. I don’t have to do a Meg Ryan when I’m with Terrence. He’s just gorgeous and he knows how to do the business. And if that wasn’t enough, he looks like a movie star too. And not one of those mindless action hunks, mind you, all pecs and teeth and tan. No, he’s like the more thoughtful kind of star, one with lots of grey cells, and a major league sense of humor to go with his exceptional body.

And he’s on top of me now, going like a jackhammer.

Or he was.

For a moment, he raises himself up on his elbows and looks down on me. His handsome face is sweaty and a little flushed, but that only makes him sexier than ever. And even hotter for the look in his eyes. They’re narrowed, sort of cute but sly, and shiver-inducingly knowing. He gives a little shake of his head as if he’s read my mind. I hope he has, and I hope he likes what’s in there.

He gives me a soft little kiss, on the corner of my mouth. “Maybe I should go down on you again for a while. That’ll stop you wool-gathering while I’m giving you my fanciest moves, you naughty bitch.” He licks his lips and that makes him look incredibly naughty.

You could spank me.

I open my mouth. I almost say it. But I don’t. Not yet. That’s a delicious treat I’m saving to surprise him. Doesn’t stop me thinking about it though.

Read the whole story in Women in Lust: Erotic Stories.

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