By the time a week had passed, my body was a time bomb and my mind reverberated with the mantra, Call me, Call me, Call me.
I worked later and later every night, even later than I needed to, waiting for the call. When the phone rang close to ten one night, I snatched it up and listened in breathless silence.
“Do you know what I’m doing?”
“Tell me,” I ground out.
“I’m sitting…” Her breath caught. “Sitting on the couch with your cock inside me…”
I closed my eyes to shut out everything except her. “You’re sitting in my lap with my cock buried in your cunt.”
“Yesss.”
“I’m squeezing your nipples while we fuck. I’ve got a nice easy rhythm going, in deep and then almost all the way out, taking my time. Feel it?”
“Oh God yes.” Her voice was wispy and thin. I knew what she was doing. I could see her fucking herself while she worked up her clit.
“Stop touching your clit. I’ll do it when it’s time.”
“Please,” she groaned.
“Shh. Slowly. Take my cock all the way in.”
“I’m going to come on your cock.” She said it as if it were a miraculous discovery.
“Yes,” I growled. “You are. But not yet.”
“I want to.”
“Hold still. Hold my cock inside and breathe. Just breathe and feel me buried inside you.”
“You feel so good.” She moaned. “I want to come.”
“I know.” The blood thundered in my head and I saw red behind my closed lids. The muscles in my arms and legs ached with tension. I wanted to fuck her until she came screaming around my cock, clawing at my shoulders, biting my neck, disintegrating with pleasure. “Is your clit hard?”
“So hard…please…I need—”
“Fuck your clit.” She shouted my name and I lost it. “Fuck my cock! Fuck it. Fuck it. Ah, fuck. I’m going to come inside you.”
She sounded as if she was crying and then her voice was rising, catching, tearing, and she was screaming, “I’m coming I’m coming oh God God I’m coming so hard.”
I groaned and an orgasm skittered around the edges of my barely conscious mind. I knew I was coming but I didn’t care. I was inside her and she was coming and that’s all that mattered. Eventually I realized I was sprawled on my desk gasping, the phone still pressed to my ear. Faintly, I heard whimpering and crooning and little satisfied cries. I sucked great gulps of air, seeing her curled up with my cock still buried to the hilt inside her.
“Sleep tight, baby,” I whispered and hung up the phone.
One week. Two weeks. Three. I was going crazy. I picked up the phone a dozen times a day and all I heard was a dial tone. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t work. I wanted to come all the time and I couldn’t. My secretary finally asked me if I was sick. I told her it was the flu. How could I tell her I was dying for a woman I’d never seen?
I fucked a stranger I picked up in a bar, but when she came I kept listening for the sound of her voice and it wasn’t enough. I made her come again, and again, and again and again until she begged me to stop. It wasn’t her. I couldn’t come.
It was midnight, some night, when the phone rang. I stared at it, not believing what I heard. It stopped ringing. I sobbed and held my head in my hands. The phone rang.
“Please,” I whispered when I picked it up.
“Do you know what I’m doing?”
“Please.”
“I’m waiting.”
Fury, joy, need poured through me as I sprang to my feet. “Where?”
“In the lounge down the hall.”
I dropped the phone and ran. The office was empty, the hall a hollow tunnel of dim fluorescence. The echo of my footsteps raced to catch up to my wild need. I shoved through the lounge door into near darkness, but I didn’t need to see her. I could hear her breathing. At last. Quick, shallow gasps of anticipation.
I was beside her in a second and my hands, my mouth, were on her neck, her breasts, her mouth. Her naked flesh was hot and yielding and when I kissed her, she sucked on my plundering tongue like a starving beast. I wanted to fuck her immediately. I wanted to be so far inside her she could never disappear again. My want was only a beat away from wrath and I knew I could hurt her. I could fuck her and leave her wanting and still never be free.
I turned her in my arms until her back was against my chest. I palmed her breasts while I bit the soft triangle between her neck and shoulder, twisting her nipples until she whimpered and sagged against me. I sucked her earlobe like it was her clit while she covered my hands and squeezed my fingers hard around her breasts.
“Do you know what I’m doing?” I whispered as I guided her by memory to the sofa that stood in the middle of the room. I pushed her forward until her belly was against the rear of the sofa, then put one hand on the back of her neck and forced her to bend over. I felt her brace herself with her arms against the cushions as I slid my free hand between her legs from behind. She was wet, raging hot, and I slipped easily inside her.
“Do you know what I’m doing?”
“Oh, yes,” she cried, pushing back hard against my fingers. “You’re going to fuck me until I come. I’ve waited so long. Please. Please hurry please.”
I filled her, but I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted. I listened to her moan as she circled her hips, recognizing the sounds she made when she needed to come. Forcing back the urge to pound myself inside her, I gently slid my thumb into her ass. She made a high keening noise and I sensed her reaching for her clit.
“No!” I released her neck and jerked her hand away from her cunt.
“I need to come,” she panted. “Please. Just let me touch it.”
“No.”
I started to fuck her, front and back, slow deep strokes that made her cry out each time I buried myself. I bent over her back, my face against the curve of her neck, and fondled her breasts. I was close to coming but I didn’t care if I did or not. I listened to her excitement grow, her cries becoming long wavering wails of pleasure.
“My clit…hold my clit,” she moaned. “I can’t come unless you do… squeeze it…ooh please…”
She was so hard her clit stood straight up and I pinched it and pulled it the way I knew she liked. Her body stiffened and she turned to fire inside.
“You’re making me come,” she screamed, pushing her hips back to impale her spasming cunt on my fingers. She clamped down hard
and gushed into my hand and I struggled to hold her while she shuddered and cried.
Then we were both on the floor and I was cradling her in my arms while she sighed and kissed my neck and made all the contented sounds I’d been living to hear.
“Good?” I murmured, still fondling her swollen breasts.
“Mmm, a really really hard one,” she said in a faraway voice.
A minute passed while I savored her satisfaction. Then she stirred and kissed my neck again. “I have to go to work soon.”
“Tomorrow night,” I said. “Do you know what you’ll be doing?”
She cupped my crotch and squeezed my cunt until I gasped. “Yes. Do you?”
“I’ll be waiting for your call.”
Contributors
Aunt Fanny is flying high on her magic carpet with “Zooscapade” appearing in the Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments anthology by Bold Stroke Books, and M and “Thanks Flippin’ Giving” in Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2006 by Alyson Books.
Kim Baldwin has published three novels with Bold Strokes Books: Hunter’s Pursuit, a 2005 finalist for a Golden Crown Literary Society Award, and the romances Force of Nature and Whitewater Rendezvous. She is a contributing author to the 2006 Lambda Literary Award winner Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments and Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love. A former journalist, Kim lives with her partner in Michigan and is currently at work on her fourth novel, Flight Risk.
Deborah Barry was born on the Canadian Atlantic coast and now resides i
n Michigan. She has been writing all her life and was thrilled when her novel The Life In Her Eyes was published in 2002. The book was recently translated by Editorial Egales, and the Spanish version, La Vida En Sus Ojos, is now available through the Egales Web site. Deborah thanks Bold Strokes Books for the opportunity to be included amongst these renowned authors in this wonderfully titillating collection.
Georgia Beers, born and raised in Rochester, New York, still lives there with her partner of twelve years and their two dogs. Hard at work on her fourth novel as well as a script for a short film, she also runs a writers’ workshop for the youth group of the local Gay Alliance of the Genesee Valley and is continually amazed by the talent her participants show. When not writing, Georgia enjoys reading, movies, hiking, and watching too much television.
Magdalena Benaroyo has been writing fiction since 1994. She completed her MFA in 1999. Two of her stories have been anthologized in Latino short story collections. She is currently finishing her first lesbian novel. She has a fairly demanding, completely unrelated professional life and spends as much time with her wife as she can. She writes when she can. Boredom is a never an issue for her.
Rachel Kramer Bussel is senior editor at Penthouse Variations, writes the Lusty Lady column for The Village Voice, and hosts In The Flesh Erotic Reading Series. Her erotica anthologies include Up All Night, First-Timers, Glamour Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z 1 and 2, Ultimate Undies, Sexiest Soles, Secret Slaves: Erotic Stories of Bondage, and Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists. Her writing has been published in over 70 anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006. You can find her online at www.rachelkramerbussel.com.
Julie Cannon is a native sun goddess born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. Her first novel, Come and Get Me, is scheduled for release in early 2007 with Heart 2 Heart following later in the year. Julie’s day job is in Corporate America, and she and her partner Laura live in Phoenix with their six-year-old son, 5-year-old daughter, two dogs, and Spencer the cat.
J.C. Chen is a film and television writer/producer based in New York City. She would like to thank Radclyffe for taking a risk with a first-time illustrator and believing in the graphic story format enough to bend the definition of erotica.
Crin Claxton writes novels, short stories, and poetry. Her first novel Scarlet Thirst was published by Red Hot Diva Books. She has had short stories published in Girls Next Door (Women’s Press), Va Va Voom (Red Hot Diva), Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love (Bold Strokes Books), Diva magazine, Carve Webzine, and Suspect Thoughts Webzine. Poetry has appeared in Naming the Waves, La Pluma, and A Class of Their Own. More info on crinclaxton.com
Fiona Cooper has published a short story collection, I Believe in Angels, and nine novels including Rotary Spokes, Jay Loves Lucy, Serpents Tail, The Empress of the Seven Oceans, and most recently As You Desire Me. She has contributed to many short story collections as well as zillions of gay magazines. She works as a medium, soul-regression therapist, and psychic artist, and runs workshops as well as doing various one-woman shows. She is never happier than when she is under a rainbow by the sea with an icy glass or three of New Zealand fizz by her side.
Cheri Crystal is a health care professional by day and a writer of lesbian erotica and romance by night. She has stories in Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love, After Midnight: True Lesbian Erotic Confessions, and is currently writing her second novel while putting the finishing touches on her first. She thanks her mentors, friends, and especially her family for their love and support. This story is for Jo for all her incredible ideas.
Lindsey Downing-Greenes is fascinated by people and what impels them to act in the ways they do. She is also similarly taken with Arthurian legend and myth, so is therefore appropriately working with Nell Stark on a modern-day novel that deals with these themes. Lindsey lives quite happily with her computer and her books and wishes that sleep weren’t necessary so that she might have more time to work on the things she’d like to.
Evecho is a multijurisdictional lawyer who has given it all up for a life of sweet mediocrity. She is pleasantly surprised at being included not once but twice in BSB’s erotica anthologies. Asked why she writes, she’ll say it’s to keep her hands busy, but now she really wants to be a lesbian Porn Writer. She accepts well-written inappropriate e-mails at [email protected] if you first browse www.thesandbox101.com.
Annie Fuller hails from the Great Lake State, but currently lives in the desert Southwest. She can frequently be found hiking in the nearby mountains or backpacking in the wilderness.
JD Glass is the author of Punk Like Me and was quite shocked to write a sequel, the forthcoming Punk And Zen, taking her “I’m only going to write one book” one-time deal into the new world of serialization. JD is the lead singer and guitarist of Life Underwater and continues to be an out lesbian, gay girl, social, political, and community activist, much to the chagrin of some and the discomfort of others—which means it’s working. JD and her beloved partner live in NYC.
Pam Graham is a writer with a graduate degree in astrophysics. Put another way, she majored in heavenly bodies. Her minor is in English. She currently considers herself an environmental and political activist. Hobbies include running and lifting weights. She lives in Kentucky with her partner of seventeen years, a big pack of dogs, a large pride of felines, and a two-horse herd.
Lynne Jamneck is a complete geek, a Battlestar Galactica fan, and a biter of hypocrites. Her short fiction has appeared in numerous markets including Best Lesbian Erotica 2003/2006, Sex In The System: Stories of Erotic Futures, Technological Stimulation, and The Sensual Life of Machines and Best Lesbian Romance 2007. The first book in her Samantha Skellar series is called Down The Rabbit Hole. She blogs here: www.lynne-jamneck.blogspot.com.
Karin Kallmaker is best known for more than twenty lesbian romance novels, from In Every Port to the award-winning Sugar. She recently plunged into the world of erotica with All the Wrong Places, 18th & Castro, and numerous short stories. In addition, she has a half dozen science fiction, fantasy and supernatural lesbian novels (e.g. Seeds of Fire, Christabel) under the pen name Laura Adams. She is descended from Lady Godiva, a fact that pleases her and seems to surprise no one.
Angela Koenig writes fiction and nonfiction but still needs a day job. Fantasy, history, and mystery novels are her favorite reading; add lesbian to any of those and it’s chocolate on ice cream. Driving to work was the inspiration for “Traffic Report.”
Claire Martin lives in Chicago with her partner of nine years. When not out on the streets selling real estate, Claire is busy writing, cooking, and reading, reading, reading. She once wrote a prize-winning computer game with Vita Sackville-West as the action hero. Murder at the Folkestone Inn can still be found on the internet.
Meghan O’Brien lives in Northern California with her girlfriend and their menagerie of pets. She is the author of the novels Infinite Loop and The Three, both from Regal Crest Enterprises, and has contributed short erotica to two other Erotic Interludes anthologies. You can find her online at www.meghanobrien.com.
VK Powell is pursuing her passion for writing and her dream of becoming a published author. Her first short story, “Toy with Me,” was published by Bold Strokes Books in Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love. A retired chief of police, VK lives in North Carolina and is putting the finishing touches on her first manuscript. Thanks to the women of the GCLS who have been so encouraging…and especially Rad and Bold Strokes Books. You can find her online at www.powellvk.com.
Radclyffe is the author of over twenty-five lesbian novels and anthologies including the 2005 Lambda Literary Award winners Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments ed. with Stacia Seaman and Distant Shores, Silent Thunder. She has selections in multiple anthologies including Call of the Dark, The Perfect Valentine, Wild Nights, Best Lesbian Erotica 2006, After Midnight, Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists, First-Timers, Ultimate Undies: Erotic Stories
About Lingerie and Underwear, and Naughty Spanking Stories 2. She is the recipient of the 2003 and 2004 Alice B. Readers’ award for her body of work and is also the president of Bold Strokes Books, a lesbian publishing company.
Shadylady is a true Southern lady who has found a way to release pent-up energy through the keys of her computer. She draws from her feelings and her imagination to create her tales. Her writing career started only a short few years ago following a bet on whether or not she could write a story that could be entertaining. Encouraged by many online friends and readers, she has continued to write and post for readers to enjoy. Her writings can be found at www.thesandbox101.com.
Nell Stark lives in Madison, Wisconsin, with her partner and two cats. When not writing or working as a graduate student of medieval English literature, she enjoys reading, soccer, sailing, cooking, and beating all of her friends at Dance Dance Revolution. She would like to thank her partner for her continued love, support, and superb editing skills, and her beta readers, JD Glass and Ruta Skujins, for their essential feedback and encouragement. Her first novel, Running with the Wind, is forthcoming in 2007 from Bold Strokes.
Renée Strider lives in Ontario, Canada, with her partner and their favorite girl, a Bernese mountain dog. Besides writing lesbian stories, she also enjoys writing about art and lesbian fiction and translating other people’s technical and creative work. Two other stories have appeared in Bold Strokes Books’ Erotic Interludes anthology series. She can be reached at [email protected].
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