by Radclyffe
When one woman sets out to make her lover's dream come true with a sexy, secret present, she ends up on the receiving end of a hot fantasy.
Previously published in Change of Pace: Erotic Interludes (Bold Strokes Books, 2004).
Acclaim for Radclyffe’s Fiction
In Prescription for Love “Radclyffe populates her small town with colorful characters, among the most memorable being Flann’s little sister, Margie, and Abby’s 15-year-old trans son, Blake…This romantic drama has plenty of heart and soul.”—Publishers Weekly
2013 RWA/New England Bean Pot award winner for contemporary romance Crossroads “will draw the reader in and make her heart ache, willing the two main characters to find love and a life together. It’s a story that lingers long after coming to ‘the end.’”—Lambda Literary
In 2012 RWA/FTHRW Lories and RWA HODRW Aspen Gold award winner Firestorm “Radclyffe brings another hot lesbian romance for her readers.”—The Lesbrary
Foreword Review Book of the Year finalist and IPPY silver medalist Trauma Alert “is hard to put down and it will sizzle in the reader’s hands. The characters are hot, the sex scenes explicit and explosive, and the book is moved along by an interesting plot with well drawn secondary characters. The real star of this show is the attraction between the two characters, both of whom resist and then fall head over heels.”—Lambda Literary Reviews
Lambda Literary Award Finalist Best Lesbian Romance 2010 features “stories [that] are diverse in tone, style, and subject, making for more variety than in many, similar anthologies…well written, each containing a satisfying, surprising twist. Best Lesbian Romance series editor Radclyffe has assembled a respectable crop of 17 authors for this year’s offering.”—Curve Magazine
2010 Prism award winner and ForeWord Review Book of the Year Award finalist Secrets in the Stone is “so powerfully [written] that the worlds of these three women shimmer between reality and dreams…A strong, must read novel that will linger in the minds of readers long after the last page is turned.”—Just About Write
In Benjamin Franklin Award finalist Desire by Starlight “Radclyffe writes romance with such heart and her down-to-earth characters not only come to life but leap off the page until you feel like you know them. What Jenna and Gard feel for each other is not only a spark but an inferno and, as a reader, you will be washed away in this tumultuous romance until you can do nothing but succumb to it.”—Queer Magazine Online
Lambda Literary Award winner Stolen Moments “is a collection of steamy stories about women who just couldn’t wait. It’s sex when desire overrides reason, and it’s incredibly hot!”—On Our Backs
Lambda Literary Award winner Distant Shores, Silent Thunder “weaves an intricate tapestry about passion and commitment between lovers. The story explores the fragile nature of trust and the sanctuary provided by loving relationships.”—Sapphic Reader
Lambda Literary Award Finalist Justice Served delivers a “crisply written, fast-paced story with twists and turns and keeps us guessing until the final explosive ending.”—Independent Gay Writer
Lambda Literary Award finalist Turn Back Time “is filled with wonderful love scenes, which are both tender and hot.”—MegaScene
Applause for L.L. Raand’s Midnight Hunters Series
The Midnight Hunt
RWA 2012 VCRW Laurel Wreath winner Blood Hunt
Night Hunt
The Lone Hunt
“Raand has built a complex world inhabited by werewolves, vampires, and other paranormal beings…Raand has given her readers a complex plot filled with wonderful characters as well as insight into the hierarchy of Sylvan’s pack and vampire clans. There are many plot twists and turns, as well as erotic sex scenes in this riveting novel that keep the pages flying until its satisfying conclusion.”—Just About Write
“Once again, I am amazed at the storytelling ability of L.L. Raand aka Radclyffe. In Blood Hunt, she mixes high levels of sheer eroticism that will leave you squirming in your seat with an impeccable multi-character storyline all streaming together to form one great read.”—Queer Magazine Online
“The Midnight Hunt has a gripping story to tell, and while there are also some truly erotic sex scenes, the story always takes precedence. This is a great read which is not easily put down nor easily forgotten.”—Just About Write
“Are you sick of the same old hetero vampire/werewolf story plastered in every bookstore and at every movie theater? Well, I’ve got the cure to your werewolf fever. The Midnight Hunt is first in, what I hope is, a long-running series of fantasy erotica for L.L. Raand (aka Radclyffe).”—Queer Magazine Online
“Any reader familiar with Radclyffe’s writing will recognize the author’s style within The Midnight Hunt, yet at the same time it is most definitely a new direction. The author delivers an excellent story here, one that is engrossing from the very beginning. Raand has pieced together an intricate world, and provided just enough details for the reader to become enmeshed in the new world. The action moves quickly throughout the book and it’s hard to put down.”—Three Dollar Bill Reviews
Happy, Happy Birthday, Baby
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Happy, Happy Birthday, Baby
© 2004 By Radclyffe. All Rights Reserved.
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Previously published in Change of Pace: Erotic Interludes (Bold Strokes Books, 2004).
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Editor: Stacia Seaman
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By Radclyffe
The Provincetown Tales
Safe Harbor
Beyond the Breakwater
Distant Shores, Silent Thunder
Storms of Change
Winds of Fortune
Returning Tides
Sheltering Dunes
PMC Hospital Romances
Passion’s Bright Fury (prequel)
Fated Love
Night Call
Crossroads
Passionate Rivals
River Community Romances
Against Doctor’s Orders
Prescription for Love
Love on Call
Love After Hours
Love to the Rescue
Honor Series
Above All, Honor
Honor Bound
Love & Honor
Honor Guards
Honor Reclaimed
Honor Under Siege
Word of Honor
Oath of Honor (First Responders)
Code of Honor
Price of Honor
Justice Series
A Matter of Trust (prequel)
Shield of Justice
In Pursuit of Justice
Justice in the Shadows
Justice Served
Justice For All
First Respo
nders Novels
Trauma Alert
Firestorm
Taking Fire
Wild Shores
Heart Stop
Dangerous Waters
Romances
Innocent Hearts
Promising Hearts
Love’s Melody Lost
Love’s Tender Warriors
Tomorrow’s Promise
Love’s Masquerade
shadowland
Turn Back Time
When Dreams Tremble
The Lonely Hearts Club
Secrets in the Stone
Desire by Starlight
Homestead
The Color of Love
Secret Hearts
Short Fiction
Collected Stories by Radclyffe
Erotic Interludes: Change of Pace
Radical Encounters
Stacia Seaman and Radclyffe, eds.
Erotic Interludes Vol 2—5
Romantic Interludes Vol 1—2
Breathless: Tales of Celebration
Women of the Dark Streets
Amor and More: Love Everafter
Myth & Magic: Queer Fairy Tales
Writing As L.L. Raand
Midnight Hunters
The Midnight Hunt
Blood Hunt
Night Hunt
The Lone Hunt
The Magic Hunt
Shadow Hunt
Happy, Happy Birthday, Baby
I first got the idea while she was lying on top of me, naked, and I was about to come. I don’t usually do a lot of thinking in that position at that particular moment, but there was something about the way she sounded that pulled me out of the fog of my own pleasure to focus on her. As I often do when my mind is dissolving and my muscles are about to shred from my bones, I dug my fingers into her wonderfully round, astonishingly tight ass, clamped my legs around her rugby-player thighs, and screamed in her ear, “Please, baby, please! Make me come!”
She pumped her hips harder, banging her pelvis into my clitoris just the way I liked it when I was about to shoot into the heavens, and then, with her sweat-streaked face pressed to my neck, she moaned, “Oh God, how I wish I could fuck you.”
There was something almost forlorn in the choked, nearly desperate timbre of her voice that stayed with me all through the heaving spasms in my belly and the blessed uncoiling of the tension that had tied my nerve endings into jangling knots. Nothing could stop me from coming, or diminish the toe-curling pleasure, but as I quieted, I still heard the echo of sadness in her words. It wasn’t the first time she’d said that she wanted to fuck me, or intended to fuck me, or was about to fuck me, but it was the first time she’d ever said it that I knew she meant it literally. I stroked her neck and back and whispered, “What do you need, baby? Huh? What do you need?”
She shivered against me, trembling like a fine thoroughbred after the race was run, and laughed softly. “Only you.” She lifted her head, her face all flushed and triumphant, with that look she gets when she’s pleased with herself. While she grinned at me, her dark eyes all smoky and soft, she shifted one leg over my thigh and rocked against me until she came, her eyes still open and fixed on mine. Then it was as if the strength went out of her and she collapsed and let me hold her. She doesn’t do that all that often. Sometimes when she’s very tired or like now, when she’s all mine.
You’d think after almost a year, I’d know if there was something she needed in bed. As I lay there with her weight upon me, her heart thundering against my breasts, I realized that I’d never thought to ask. We’d always seemed to fit together so well, from the very first time. That in and of itself was unusual, because I’d found over the years that it often took more than a few tries for someone to figure out how to trip my triggers. Not so with her. She had the hands of a magician, the mouth of a saint, and she could read me as if I were a billboard lighting up the night in Times Square. Even though I’ll admit that I’m usually in a pre- or post-orgasmic haze most of the time that we’re in bed together, I certainly would’ve noticed before now if she weren’t getting off. True, she had a habit of taking charge, and I can’t say I minded since she was so damn good at it, but there wasn’t an inch of her fine form that I hadn’t had my hands or my mouth on at one point or another. Until that night, I’d never thought there was anything else she might need.
“Baby?”
“Hmm,” she muttered, all drowsy and adorable.
“If there was something I wanted you to do in bed, would you do it?”
“Sure.” She stirred faintly and raised her head. “Is there?”
I grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and tugged her head back down on my shoulder. “If I think of something, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay.”
“If there was something you wanted, you’d tell me, right?”
“Uh-huh.” She burrowed her face against my breast and idly sucked on my nipple. The last thing I thought before I slipped back into that “going to have to come again” mist was that maybe she didn’t know there was something she wanted.
“Can I ask a dumb question?” my best friend Cindy asked me as we pushed through the noontime lunch crowds on Walnut Street and headed west toward the Pleasure Chest.
“What?”
“Shouldn’t this be something you’re doing with your girlfriend?” Cindy swerved to avoid a throng of tourists in the middle of the sidewalk, cameras pointed toward Rittenhouse Square. “I mean, after all, it is something...you know...for the two of you.”
“It’s a surprise.” I just hoped it was going to be a good one.
“Well, okay. I can see that. But you know, this isn’t exactly my area of expertise.”
I gave her a look. “As a dyed-in-the-wool straight girl, I should think you’d know a lot about it.”
She smirked, her cute pixie face taking on a very satisfied expression. “Well, I don’t make a study of it as long as it’s getting the job done.”
I started down the narrow basement stairs to the black-painted door of the Pleasure Chest and said over my shoulder, “Well, that’s exactly what I need you for. To make sure it’s gonna get the job done.”
Since the place was only open noon to eight, and my girlfriend’s birthday was the next day, I prayed they’d have everything I needed. Mail-order was not an option. We were the only customers in the shop, and to my great relief, the salesperson was a woman. Actually, a cute young chick with an eyebrow piercing, wearing a great deal of leather that didn’t cover much of anything, and a friendly smile.
“Hiya. Looking for anything special?”
I pointed. Cindy got to within six inches of the shelf and said, “Cool.”
The salesgirl came around from behind the counter and joined us in front of the row of multicolored, multishaped, and multisized cocks. Addressing us both, she said, “Which one of you is going to be wearing it most of the time?”
Apparently, cocks are no longer reserved for the butches among us. Cindy’s face split into an enormous grin. I said, “It’s for my girlfriend. No, not her. My girlfriend girlfriend.”
“Oh, I get it. You’re just girlfriends.”
“Right,” Cindy and I said simultaneously.
“So are we talking a harness here, a packing dick, or just a handheld?”
I must have looked blank because Cindy piped up. “They want to fuck.”
“Okey-dokey. Then we’re going to need a harness.” She looked at me. “How’s your girl built?”
“A few inches taller than me, a few pounds lighter.”
“A regular harness will work, then. Personally, I prefer buckles over snaps, because they’re more adjustable.” She pulled something down from the wall and held it up. “What do you think about this? It’s the most popular.”
Considering that there were several straps extending from a triangular piece of leather with a hole in the middle about the size of...well, a cock...it wasn’t too hard to figure out how the thing worked. Cindy was a
ll over it in a flash.
“Oh, this is sexy,” she said breathily, holding it up in front of her crotch.
Just the idea of it under that expensive silk surface gave me a little zing, and the image of a cock tenting the smooth line of her skirt had my head hurting. In a good way. I blinked and grabbed the contraption away from her. I did not need to think about my best friend with a strap-on under her skirt. I held it up and judged the width, mentally picturing my girlfriend’s hips. That picture did nothing for the blood that insisted on pooling between my legs.
“This looks good.” Deliberately, I ran my gaze along the assortment of upright cocks. No way was I buying a Day-Glo pink dildo or one that resembled anything that swam in the ocean. I pointed to an anatomically correct model in a nice subtle shade of green. Understated but elegant. “That one seems nice.”
“It is.” The salesgirl picked it up and wrapped her fingers around it, jiggling it as she talked. “It’s relatively comfortable to wear...” She demonstrated by bending it in the middle. “But stiff enough for penetration.” She didn’t demonstrate that part. “But it’s sorta on the short side and if your girlfriend’s fairly...vigorous, it’s likely to fall out at just the wrong time.” She raised a questioning eyebrow at me. Cindy regarded me with rapt attention.
“Uh, in that case, something longer might be better.”