Rachel Heath’s Lesbian Erotica
A sizzling collection of female-female erotic stories! Boasting an extraordinary diversity of fully fleshed characters, plots, and settings, these stories offer readers plenty of hot action to savor. Titilating titles include The Hoosier Whoremongers, AssWoman’s Wonder, Playing the Bad Girl Game, Spanking and Miz SeeSaw, The Mystery of the Peverts and more. You’ll meet sexually curious Gypsy/Romany teenagers; loving and horny Deaf women; a young Arab-American woman discovering her sexuality, an enthusiastically kinky blind woman, and even an older woman looking back at how the infamous Leopold and Loeb murder trial of the Roaring Twenties led to a scintillatingly twisted tryst. Finally, in Mrs. Danvers and Rebecca Late One Evening, Heath pens an unabashedly kinky re-working of the classic novel Rebecca. Rachel Heath’s unique stories are a fabulously no-holes-barred mix of vanilla and BDSM, spanking and shaving, teenagers and elderly with the one common denominator – the impassioned pursuit of pleasure.
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I was wearing stocking and garters and a lacy white teddy -- that’s what she likes -- and I got the stuff together while she undressed: clippers, shaving cream and razor, pan of water, washcloths. I put a fat blue pillow in the middle of the bed and then a beach towel across that.
Naked, Felicia lay on her tummy across the big pillow so her bottom stuck up nicely. She held her head against the regular pillow.
There it was: a jungle of thick black hair down the crack of her ass.
I went to work with the clippers first. She wriggled and I leaned over and warned her, “Stop, you’re going to make me cut you.”
She turned to say “OK” and her elbow hit the pan but luckily didn’t knock it over, just swished the water around.
I started shaving, very carefully, aware of my pussy juice warming. Each time, I rinsed the razor off, then shaved the next segment. Oh, I thought excitedly, she’s got so much hair! I had one cheek shaved, washed, dried; I examined it to make sure -- no stray hairs.
Pausing, I savored the sight of the one cheek so nakedly white against the primitive black brush of the other.
Then I shaved, washed, shaved, until both buns were hairless. My nipples tingled. I kissed her bottom; the skin shivered under my lips. She started playing with herself. Her hips moved from side to side as she masturbated.
I lay on her back, my chin on her shoulders and my pubis moving against her clean bald butt. Felicia’s chest vibrated -- giggling. I moved my legs further apart, trying to catch all the ass I could.
Sniffing the musky oil of her perspiration, I kissed and sucked on her shoulder. We rocked and shimmied and I slid my hands under her chest to play with her breasts. The hard tiny bumps of her nipples reminded me of raspberries.
I pushed and bounced against her ass in excitement. Our legs rubbed together, bearing down and flailing, and tears started hotly in my eyes. I felt her breath speed up. Her bottom swayed slowly and sensuously. My short fingernails dug into her skin as I bounced harder and faster, faster, slowing down, then speeding up, faster and faster until I came against Felicia’s beautiful naked ass.
I kissed the nape of her neck gratefully. There was a pronounced red mark on her shoulder -- I’d given her a hickey. Trying to catch my breath, wiping the perspiration off my forehead, I rolled off of her and she turned on her back.
“Now, it’s my turn,” Felicia said. She drew her knees up and opened her legs.
“Didn’t you already come?” I asked.
“Yes, I did but it was a small orgasm and I want a big one this time,” she said, her hands trembling a little as she talked, “Seconds are usually best for me and I want as good an orgasm as you had, pervert.”
I put my face on her very warm pussy. The clear fluid ran thickly along her lips and gave off a rich, spicy odor.
Her hands caressed above her bush as I gently sucked her clit, then pushed my tongue in her vagina and around her wet lips, slowly and for a long time the way she told me she likes it.
“Kiss my thighs,” she said, “The inner thighs.”
I moved my mouth down to her thighs, kissing the inside of her still-furry thighs. Tufts of curly hair waved under my tongue like tall grasses in a breeze.
Felicia got my attention with a tap by her foot, then said, “Now, eat me, Sue,” and I returned to her hot, open sex. My face was on her pussy licking around--not on--her hard little button when her hips started grinding again, faster but with long pauses.
Her hand nudged the top of my head so I licked inside her cunt. She put her fingers around her clit and she came, a slow wonderful take-your-time shudder--freeze—shudder--wild twist with her cunt throbbing around my tongue.
Afterwards, clinging and slippery, my face still bathed with her love juice, I asked, “Did come good enough this time?”
“I think I was loud enough to make both of us Hear,” she replied. Then we rested together in silence, our hands too tired to talk anymore.