Best Lesbian Erotica 2005

by Tristan Taormino

  “Fuck you,” I say, hitting the light switch and leaving her standing there in the dark. I guess I always knew we weren’t going to be together forever, no fairy tale fantasy where we ride off into the sunset. Still, I would have never thought it would end like this.

  I can’t help but picture Courin’s deep brown cunt in Laura’s mouth. Laura looking up, her eyes overcome by guttural animalistic fury, a lion tearing a piece of meat from a gazelle’s lifeless frame. I think of Courin’s cum dripping over Laura’s chin, over her lips down her throat, and Laura pushing her tongue deeper into Courin’s mound.

  I walk behind the coffee shop to a small park that has been deserted for hours and think of my favorite line from Yeats, as leaves fall around me “like faint meteors in the gloom.” The air is that deep purple-black, reminiscent of illustrations in children’s books, except for one lamppost casting a circle of light onto a wooden bench. I drag my body over to the bulb, encircled by moths furiously beating their wings against the glass, and collapse onto the bench.

  “Fucking bitch.” I scuff a pile of dirt with the sole of my boot, my back and thighs still sweating from the argument, the terror of having the dildo discovered. I lean against the uneven back of the bench, unzip the fly of my pants, and jerk the small flaccid penis out of the harness ring, replacing it with the seven-inch peach-colored dildo from my shoulder bag. I shift side to side, shaking one ankle violently.

  “How could I have thought she would understand,” I mutter aloud to myself while reaching into my bag for the lubricant. I look down at the dildo standing straight in the air like a little soldier ready for orders. “Okay, penis,” I smile to myself, “are we ready?,” referring collectively to the dick and myself as if we are separate entities, and I guess physically we are.

  Pouring a small amount of lube into my palm, I make a ring with my middle finger and thumb, slide it up and down the shaft. “That’s right, yeah, who the fuck needs Laura anyway?” and although I know I do need her, I also know I’m going to be okay without her. I squeeze more lube into my hand, this time using all five fingers to pull up on my cock, then to slam down on the base where my clit, now transformed into something larger, quivers beneath. My fingers, cupped around my dick—sticky but loose, from lube and cum—glide along the length of the silicone. It feels real in my hands—warm from friction and stiff but supple. Fingering the vein that runs along the underside of my tremendous cock, I begin breathing air in chunks.

  I stretch one leg out, allowing half my body to fall off the edge of the bench while my other leg holds me to the seat, and I continue to pound away at my penis. Cum runs down my thighs the way raindrops chase one another on car windshields. My face tightens, elbows lock, head back. “Fuck,” I yell, biting at my bottom lip. “Fuck you, Laura.” My fist is clenched around the dick as if it is human, and I try to choke the breath from its body. No, try to release its tension. I try desperately to make it ejaculate thick, milky sperm all over the ground. I reach my other hand beneath the harness and I slip two fingers into my cunt, continuing to hammer my fist up and down my cock—too bad that orgasm depends on contact with the soft baby bird that lies beneath. I massage the outer lips with the tip of my thumb, all the while slithering my palm along seven inches of cock.

  I pause, gasping for air. I am almost there, almost there, almost there—my left hand on my massive dick, my other hand thumbing the clit quivering, then pulsating, then spasming beneath. My head rolls back, hitting a tree trunk behind me. I sit silent, in dark night, my legs splayed and cock still standing erect and proud, within the small circle of lamp light overcast by yellow leaves. Everything looks brilliant, glossy. Shadows are edged in gold, the light, the leaves, and me illuminating the otherwise deep black of night. I pull the cock out of its place, stroking the head one last time before putting it in my bag.

  The silence of the hour feels heavy. It is here that I feel my boyhood most…here among the air and the leaves and the quiet that I most feel like me.

  Eros in Progress

  Barrett Bondon

  The negotiations had been familiar and not too complicated. It was far from our first scene with others, nor was it our most complex one. We weren’t pushing too many safety limits, since Eve’s desire was to be fucked for an entire twenty-four-hour period. The dominance would be implied rather than enforced, though some of the play would involve light bondage. We’d take breaks—hell, there would even be a few hours of sleep—but short of her reaching an absolute safeword trigger, we’d be seeing a lot of sweating and friction and orgasms.

  One factor we’d thrown in was that she was not to know when the session would start, though I had agreed to keep my ear to the ground so she would not miss any work that couldn’t be made up later. I wasn’t willing to promise that it would happen on a weekend, as other people’s schedules had to be considered. It hadn’t been hard to gain the cooperation of several members of my play group and, with a few basic agreements, they were ready to participate. Eve hadn’t met any of them, and didn’t know them beyond my occasional mention of their play names when I’d tell her about the dungeons I’d been to.

  I heard her coming up the back stairs. I stood facing the door as her keys slid into the lock and released the deadbolt. I made one final comfort adjustment to the hard pack I was strapping in my heavy black jeans, and settled my face into a serious expression.

  She opened the door and came in without noticing me in the dark kitchen. As her hand moved toward the light switch, I spoke. “Leave it.”

  I’d startled her, and she stepped toward me. “Stop where you are,” I said. “Stop right there.”

  “Honey, what’s…ooh.” Recognition dawning, she quieted, holding herself very still.

  “Put your purse and keys on the counter beside you.” She obeyed rapidly, and I could see her gaze flicker over the dining area, looking for anything that might reveal my intentions. “Pay attention, Eve.” Her eyes were back on me again. “Take your coat off, and drop it where you stand.”

  She shucked her lightweight coat, letting it fall from her arms. I sauntered toward her and kicked the coat away from her feet. Stopping right in front of her, I swiftly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, her neck exposed in a movement I always found erotically inflaming. I pressed my lips to the base of her neck, just above her collarbone, and sucked hard to raise a welt.

  “Oww! What are you….”

  Pulling her head back further, I clamped my free hand across her mouth and spoke directly into her ear. “I’ve taken you at your word,” I whispered. “I’m gonna be sharing you around over the next twenty-four hours, and I want you to remember who you actually belong to. You can enjoy yourself, if you’re able, I don’t mind, but do not forget that you are mine.” I released her, stepped back, and saw with satisfaction that her pupils were dilating. “Now take off your shoes, but don’t forget where they are, because you’ll need them later.”

  She slid out of the moderately heeled sandals she wears for work. Standing still, her hands clasped in front of her, she waited, her shallow breathing the only indication of her nervousness and rising excitement.

  “Lift your hem. I want to see which lingerie you’re wearing today.” She lifted the edge of her blue dress, exposing her panties. I knew she’d have on something hot, she always wore sexy underwear. It was a black thong, with a fancy lace front. I raised my hand for her to stop. I knew what bra she’d be wearing, the matching black underwire a necessary companion to the dress’s neckline.

  I reached for her breast, stroking back and forth until first one nipple, then the other, gave themselves away, rising hard and firm through the two layers of silky cloth. “Good. I like seeing you aroused. You need to be, if you’re gonna enjoy the next twenty-four hours.” I could feel her leaning toward me, her need for touch rising as fast as her nipples had.

  “All right, now, kneel.” Her excitement was visible as she went softly down on her knees in front of me. Kneeling and sucking is perhaps h
er most favorite position, but I wasn’t going to let her have quick gratification. “Give me your hand,” I said, and when she offered it, I rubbed it across the front of my jeans, her eyes widening in surprise. I rarely pack hard, but for what I had in mind next, it was necessary. “I suppose…” I said, as if considering the question, “I suppose you would like a taste of butchcock, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, please, yes.”

  “Hmm. I don’t think so, not yet.” She frowned. “I have a few other things in mind first. You can’t have cock yet, but you will start by licking me through my jeans.” Her disappointment was evident, but when I took a handful of hair and pulled her toward the bulge at my crotch, she complied, her tongue stroking over the heavy denim. After a moment, I lifted her from her knees, pushing her ass against the counter and rubbing the hard bulge against her mound. She pushed back, grinding in rhythm.

  “Spread your legs,” I said, and she settled just a little lower as she separated her legs. I pressed my thigh firmly into her cunt. “Wet already, slut. Ride my thigh. I want my jeans marked by you.” Her hips began to undulate as she pressed herself to my thigh, tilting her pelvis back and forth, creating a warming friction as the moisture already soaking her thong began to permeate the jeans. She moaned, enjoying herself, her cunt flowing. I let her go, knowing the motion would not lead to orgasm.

  I removed my leg, she reached her hand to her mound. “Ah-ah, not yet, no touching yet.”

  “Oh baby, please, I’m so wet….”

  “Oh really?” I reached my hand between her legs, under her dress, and pressed my cupped palm against her silk-covered cunt. It was swollen and wet, and she would be ready when the time came to fuck. “Turn around and lean over the counter.”

  Groaning, she did so, and I lifted up her dress, exposing her ass. I love the size and shape of her ass, love to see the thong disappearing between her cheeks. I ran my hand appreciatively over her cool flesh and pushed my bulge against her again, her automatic response being to push back. “Pull your thong down, but don’t take it off,” I said, “and tilt that ass up a bit more.” The thong was soon around her thighs, and she arched her back, offering her ass and cunt in one sweet package. I drew my finger from her clit to her vagina, slipped it briefly in and out, and rested both hands on her hips, again pushing my cock bulge against her, excited by the thought of her cunt marking my fly. Opening the drawer beside her, I gathered the supplies I’d cached there—a bottle of lube and a thin pink dildo, the one best suited for fucking her ass. I held the dildo in her line of sight, delighted at her gasp.

  “Now, what I’m gonna do, since I know how you crave having your ass fucked and filled, is I’m gonna fuck you with this, just enough to get you ready for more, and then I’m gonna let your thong help hold this in place for a while.” I heard her exhale as she squirmed, and I clicked open the lube, drizzling some on the dildo and some into her asscrack. “There we go, baby, now you back yourself onto this while I hold it still.” I positioned the tip at her anus and she pressed back, impaling herself inch by inch.

  I started working the tiny shaft in and out as she cried out, “Oh god, that’s good. Oh baby, harder, baby, fuck me hard.” I complied, freshening the lube, and finally pushed it in to its flared base.

  “Hold still, now.” She kept moving, so I slapped her ass. “Hold still.” She complied, collapsing on the countertop. I reached down, keeping one thumb on the dildo, and pulled her thong up. I made sure it passed into her crack, pressing against the base of the dildo. Pulling her dress down, I smoothed my hand over the blue silk, then tapped her ass twice. “C’mere,” I said, “I’ve got one more thing before we really get started.” I took her hand, and we walked over to the buffet, where I’d left an object for her. I pointed to it, and her mouth opened wordlessly. “Put it on.”

  She reached for the collar and, drawing it around her neck, clicked the quick-release snap into place. I reached to adjust it so that one of the D-rings was in front, and gave it just enough of a tug to reinforce the implicit message. “Time for the dress to go,” I said. She slipped it off over her head.

  “Now,” I said, “now you can suck me.” She knelt in front of me, reaching for the belt buckle in a practiced response, drawing the thick black leather through the loops, folding it carefully, and setting it between us. I undid the buttons on my jeans as she reached in to claim my cock for her mouth, holding it carefully as I rebuttoned just the top button.

  She went full length immediately, moaning and grunting as she worked. Her deep purple nails set off her fingers as she licked and stroked and pumped her way over my cock. I took her head between both hands, fiercely aroused, and began to fuck her mouth, knowing she liked the cock deep enough to choke on, deep enough to nearly block the air flow. I could feel the sensations on my clit building and building, but I wasn’t ready for my own orgasm yet, and with the knowledge that I had twenty-three hours of arousal yet to go, I slowed my plunges and then made her stop.

  She was winded. Leaving the cock protruding from my jeans, I went to the refrigerator, got a water bottle and took a long drink before handing it to her. She drank gratefully, and the water’s reviving effect was visible.

  Next I motioned for her to follow me to the dining room. She had refused my previous attempts to take her on the table, but I was leaving her no choice this time. I maneuvered her until she was perched with her cunt at the table’s edge. She wasn’t resisting now and twined her legs around me. I slipped my fingers between her legs, pushing the thong out of the way, and stroked two fingers in and out of her. Pulling her as close to the table’s edge as possible, I put the strength of my arm to use and fucked her until she dug her fingers into my shoulders to anchor her.

  I abruptly pulled my fingers out of her and jammed them into her mouth. Adrenaline was coursing through me as I dragged her off the table, turned her roughly, pushing her chest down on the table, and smacked her ass hard. I tugged up on the thong, just above her ass, settling the material further into the crack and increasing the pressure on the dildo filling her there. Reaching for her pussy, I again pushed the material aside and slid the tip of my cock into her. I was holding her down on the table, one hand heavy on her back, my other hand guiding the cock far enough in to be sure it wouldn’t easily pop out. I wanted her, would have her, would take her and right damn now. My hips began popping against her ass, and she was chanting wordlessly, in rhythm with my surging energy. I thrust hard, all the way in, and she cried out, then began the deep-throated moan that meant she was nearing release. I wasn’t ready for her to come yet, so I wrapped a hand in her hair, pulling her head up till it was near enough for me to instruct her. I slowed the fuck just enough that she could pay attention.

  “I’m sharing you around today, just like my private whore, just like I know your little slut heart desires. Some bois don’t like to think of their woman filled with others’ leavings.” Pop, another deep thrust, another exclamation from her. “I don’t mind it at all, because I’m having you first….” Pop. “…and I’ll have you last.” Pop. “You’ll follow my instructions….” Pop. “…and so will the others.” I let go of her hair, resuming my steady deep strokes, and pressed my thumb against the base of the dildo in her ass. “You’ll be filled, sometimes every orifice at once….” She moaned, a good moan, a hot wet sound deep in her throat. “…and you will only come with my permission.” Pop. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  I slowed my hips and she lifted her torso, trying to look behind her.

  “Do you understand, bitch?”

  She groaned. “Yes sir, yes sir. Oh please, fuck me now, please may I come, please sir….”

  I grabbed the fleshy part of her shoulders, separated my legs for a base of strength, and pulled her back toward me as I thrust forward. I’d never felt this powerful, this full, this able. “Come now,” I said, gasping, thrusting deeper and harder, if that was even possible. She screamed, literally screamed, her body trembling and jerking
as I rode her to the peak of her orgasm. Collapsing on the table, I slowed my motions to near stillness, then stopped. “I’m pulling out, honey.”

  She was drenched in sweat, and I pulled carefully out of her cunt, tucking my cock back into my jeans. I draped an afghan over her and guided her to the nearest chair. She sat, her head lolling, and I placed the water bottle in her hands.

  We’ve found a balance, in our power plays, where aftercare can happen between each act in a scene without disrupting the mood and the imbalance of power that makes the sex edgy and hard and fun. I’ve been grateful for that, because I’m not much good at divorcing myself from the daily reality of our mutual caring enough to treat her like an object each and every moment. Her recovery arc is pretty visible, so when she had nearly finished the water, I could see she was ready.

  “That’s enough,” I said harshly, taking the bottle away from her with a few mouthfuls still sloshing inside. I opened a drawer and took out the bundled leash stored there. “Get over here, now.” She stood quietly in front of me, eyes lowered, hands clasped in front of her. I hooked the leash to the collar’s biggest D-ring, and the six or eight inches of metal links connecting the clip to the leather jingled as I uncoiled the six-foot length of the leash beneath her lowered eyes.

  “Kneel,” was the only command I gave, and I knew she’d been anticipating it. “Anytime this leash is on you, you will not speak unless directed to. Do you think you can remember that, bitch?” Smart girl, she nodded, resisting the urge to talk. “Oh, very good. Now get on all fours.” She complied rapidly.

  From the same buffet drawer that had housed the leash, I brought out her padded wrist cuffs. She lifted her wrists and I Velcroed them in place, then clipped them together, so her hands would essentially have to act as one unit for the time being. Picking up the leash, I led her into the bedroom.