Best Lesbian Erotica 2012

by Kathleen Warnock

  The darkness blanketed us in solitude, and I felt wet and warm between my thighs as I hid behind some Dumpsters. I bunched up my skirt and began to touch myself, playing with my clit, rubbing my sweet nectar all over my cunt, teasing myself until I could resist no more. I pulled that bright green avocado out of the brown bag it was dressed in and gave it a little shower with my bottled water. Ooh, it glimmered and gleamed, even in the shadows, and I tried to silence my own delicious squeal as I felt the small end of my sweet temptation slip right into my soaking, self-lubricated cunt. I held on to its base and let the chilly brick wall catch me as I leaned back and fucked myself. It just felt so…so…liberating to be in this alley, just me and my avo; its rough, ridged rind grinding against my G-spot when I positioned it just right, feeling my muscles squeezing, yearning to take it all in. I reached down with my free hand and circled around my clit, starting out gently and quickly adding more pressure as she grew more sensitive. Goose bumps crept up my arms, and sweat began to bead along my hairline. I could feel pressure building down between my hips, and I found a steady rhythm to ride that little pleasurable treat into a flood of orgasmic relief, weeks of tension and anticipation spilling past my produce and down the inside of my thighs.

  One orgasm was good, but two would be better! I worked up the excitement in my cunt once more, thinking about that Clementine Cutie again. I could almost feel those soft hands, that menacing growl issuing explicit instructions to keep the citrus in place. The rush of heat to my ears warmed my entire body and I turned as red as the bricks holding me up. Before I knew it, nearly the whole avocado disappeared into my cunt. I dared not let go of its base, as I would not have any assistance in retrieving it were it to move past my pelvic bone. It was so good and filling, but I wanted to feel stuffed by my new toy. I withdrew the avocado, turned it around, then worked the wider base of the fruit back into my cunt. Oh, my! This side was firmer and hadn’t been warmed up yet by my cunt walls, making it a surprising and delightful addition to my pleasure. I loved the sensation of being so full, but the pressure of my cunt squeezing was starting to soften the avocado a bit. I couldn’t breathe fast enough. I pushed it in and out, moving quickly, working up small moans that echoed against the buildings. The terror of getting caught rode through my brain, and it made my cunt swell with anticipation and excitement. I could feel my cunt making that sweet, creamy inside softer. I was in love with this avocado, as I crept over the edge to erupt with an orgasm that far surpassed the first one, and I could feel sweet honey cum dripping down the inside of my legs.

  My bottom lip hurt, and I realized I had been biting down on it, trying to keep quiet. My breaths slowed as I slowly released the avocado from between my legs, rinsed it off again, and sighed. I took a swig of water, regained my balance and ran to catch the bus.

  It had definitely been the best appetizer I’d ever enjoyed, and I looked forward to a delicious dinner later that night.

  HOT YOGA

  Anne Grip

  The buzz in her pocket sent Natalie’s hopes sky high. Please be Dex, she thought—the same wish she made any time a text came through.

  1:17PM Dex: wanna come 2 yoga 2nite???

  Ugh. No way. Dex was always going on about her awesome queer yoga class and how much energy it gave her and how great the community was and blah blah blah. Yoga? On a Friday night? She rolled her eyes, thinking of the wholesome types that would be there and how her scrawny programmer ass would not fit in. She had to put a stop to this.

  1:19PM Natalie : fuck downward dog! i wanna do the new queer sex party!!!

  1:20PM Dex: cmon-yoga 1st! i told u my teacher=sex on a mat.

  1:22PM Natalie : uhhhh. u kno yoga is cringe 4 me.

  1:23PM Dex: veggie burgers on me after? then we hit party, k?

  Natalie set the phone down and ran her hands through the fine dark hair that flopped over her face, the curtain she kept between herself and the world, so she could avoid eye contact. She had been on edge for weeks, ever since Dex mentioned that Consummate, a pansexual sex party for queers, was starting up at a sex club in Hell’s Kitchen. And unlike the first sex party that Dex had taken her to, this one required that participants wear only underwear.

  Her phone skittered across the desk with a loud buzz.

  1:31 PM Dex: k???

  There was only one thing that could drag her ass to yoga. She looked at the icon of Dex mugging for the camera and smiled.

  1:32PM Natalie : k. c u there ;)

  Shit! Now she had to go to yoga. Dex was like a magnet that drew her out into the world. Nat had crushed on her the instant they met at the Linux User Group in November: another brown queer geek in a room full of cis boy nerds. She loved their late-night Skypes deconstructing the various incarnations of “Doctor Who” or the uselessness of identity politics in growing up biracial, but what kept her up even later was the thought of sliding her hands under Dex’s sweater vest to touch the warm flesh underneath. She was just never sure how mutual it was. Mutual enough to make out twice now, yeah, okay, but she knew Dex went out and had casual hookups from sex parties and off Craigslist. But not with her. Not yet. That could either be good or bad, but, she hoped, not indifferent.

  Dex adjusted her oversized glasses. “So, what did you think of class?”

  Natalie finished off a French fry. “Not bad. I didn’t feel totally humiliated.”

  “Let me be more specific, what did you think of the carbon-based life forms you shared the class with. Lets start with our fearless leader, Edgar.”

  “Okay, he’s ridiculously hot. Why didn’t you tell me?” Natalie had stored many mental images from the ninety-minute class. His broad cheekbones made him look serene; his curly hair, boyish. Natalie had found it hard to hear his instructions, distracted by his immaculately shaped lips. Even as she had admired his T-shirt stretching across his pectorals, she wondered what he would look like without it, or the disappointingly roomy shorts he wore.

  “I think actually I have told you that for the past three months,” Dex reminded her.

  “So, you’re right. How do you concentrate anyway, with him standing there, looking all radiant?”

  Dex sipped her spirulina smoothie. “I find it helps my practice. He seems to regulate my breathing simply by being a specimen of symmetry and balance. Did he give you any assists?”

  “Just the one doing triangle pose.” Natalie had felt him come up behind her and mutely nodded yes when he asked, “May I?” His left hand rolled her left hip backward while his right hand kept a constant pressure on her right hip. The slight shift seemed to make energy shoot out of her raised hand—and set off the sensation of a low frequency buzz in her groin. “Good,” he murmured as she held it. She felt sad when he moved on to help the person in front of her, wishing she could give him other things to fix.

  “Yeah,” Dex agreed, deadpan as ever, “he’s totally perfected my trikonasana. Some hot queers show up though, huh? Did you see the cute girl in the front row? All pierced up with the short, spiky hair?”

  Natalie scrunched her forehead. She had noticed precisely one girl in class: Dex. Even facing forward, she had felt Dex’s presence, like a magnet that never left her with any doubt as to which direction she wanted to turn.

  “You are hopeless sometimes,” Dex said with a laugh. “Okay, let’s try again. Did you notice that other guy? Bearded? Kind of like a baby bear?”

  “Oh, yeah! He was totally adorable.”

  “I figured you would notice the boys. That would be Edgar’s boyfriend,” Dex announced.

  “The two of them? Oh, that’s so hot.” They both sat for a moment and slurped the froth at the bottom of their drinks in silent agreement.

  “Well, you should have plenty of guys to perv on tonight. This party space is supposed to be amazing: slings, glory holes, showers, the works! Or you can just watch the porn and pretend you’re home.”

  Natalie felt her face burn. “So…I like to watch.”

  “Oh, I know,” Dex smiled. S
he pushed back from the table and flexed her arms over her head. “Now that we’re all warmed up, lets head into the city.”

  Natalie handed over her cash to the coat check stud, who wore a pair of black boxer briefs as casually as if he were fully dressed. She tried not to gawk at his chiseled abs and wondered why it felt hard to pay the thirty-dollar cover. He gave her a friendly wink. “It’s an underwear party, although you are, of course, encouraged to be naked. You can strip down in that room right there. Here’s your key for the locker.”

  “Thanks.” She bent over to reach for her bag, then froze as she realized what was missing. “Oh, fuck. Dex! My other bag—I must have left it at the restaurant!”

  “Oh, that sucks.”

  Dex parted the curtain and went into the locker room. Natalie followed her in.

  “No. You don’t understand. My underwear was in that bag.”

  “You’re not wearing underwear?”

  “My party underwear,” Natalie emphasized.

  “Just wear your cutoff yoga sweats. They’re sort of under-weary. But sketchy. Very American Apparel for flashers.”

  Natalie grimaced, unconvinced. “I had these cute new Puma boxer briefs.”

  “And they’re back in Brooklyn, so it doesn’t matter. Just go with it,” Dex said.

  Natalie stripped hurriedly, wanting to cover up as quickly as possible before anyone else joined them. Bottomless, she slid into her shorts and switched from her T-shirt into a gray A-shirt. She shoved her street clothes in her tiny locker and looked in the full-length mirror. With her Converse sneakers and her jock-y looking outfit, she did look kind of sketchy. Going commando added to her disreputable feeling. She liked the way her shoulders looked: Scrappy. Ready for anything. She looked like someone who was going to be able to walk out of this room and into a party of mostly naked strangers in New York City. Yeah. Totally. She could totally do this. Because there was no reason to panic. Absolutely none. She caught the look in her eyes, hiding behind shaggy bangs. Hopefully nobody would be able to notice her freaking out.

  “You like?”

  Natalie turned around to see Dex topless in a pair of vivid yellow briefs with purple piping. She stared at the huge bulge jutting sideways from her crotch. Uh, yeah, she liked.

  “I had to buy a size large to make room for this,” Dex propped her hand on the obscene package as she checked herself out in the mirror. “I thought it would be welcoming, you know, in a subtle way.”

  “Subtle?”

  Dex turned to Natalie, grabbed her hand and cupped it on the bulge distending her underwear. “Yeah,” Dex’s mouth came close to one ear. “Sometimes you just want to get to know someone better.”

  Natalie felt something pulsing like a drum, probably not the hard sex toy her hand had involuntarily squeezed. Dex’s words, or her breath on Natalie’s neck, had hardened her nipples. Nat swallowed and ran her tongue across her dry lips. “Um, I don’t think we should do this in here.”

  “In the changing room of a sex club? Yeah, we should probably tone it down, you’re right,” Dex agreed. Dex pulled on a mesh tank top, dark purple to match the trim on her underwear and her purple-and-yellow high-top Nikes. With one last glance at her reflection she smoothed her carefully shaped Afro and grabbed Natalie’s hand. “Let’s go.”

  Dex led them down a hallway toward the rear of the building. Natalie felt her sweat between their mingled hands. They passed a few bodies wandering in the corridors but it was early and no action had started yet. They passed an open cubicle with an empty bed. Dex paused for a moment, considering, but continued on.

  “How about here?” Dex asked, stopping them both and backing Natalie into a corner. A tremor passed through Natalie’s body. By the glow of a bare red lightbulb from the corridor behind them, Natalie could see Dex in silhouette, standing close but not touching her. Dex returned her hand to her crotch and rubbed it slowly. “Now don’t freak out if I get a little hard,” she teased.

  Nat giggled, then stopped short. Dex had leaned her body forward and Nat felt the oversized hard-on pressing into her pubic bone. She started giggling again as she thought, Definitely subtle. A hand brushed the side of her face in a caress. Nat closed her eyes. Yes, please, she wanted to say, had she been able to talk. The sensations of hardness down below, warm breath near her throat and the first touch of Dex’s lips immobilized her.

  She wedged her arms into the rough brick walls on either side, thankful for their solidity. The softness of Dex’s kisses as they traversed her skin made her feel like she was evaporating. She opened her mouth, expectant, eager. Dex ran her tongue along Nat’s lower lip and ended with a small, sharp bite that jolted Nat’s cunt open. Nat grabbed Dex’s shoulder and dug in her fingers.

  They made out, alternately teasing and grinding as Natalie followed Dex’s lead. The music had jumped in volume and people in various states of undress started to flow past them. They stayed put, body to body in the corner, feasting on each other’s mouth and skin, letting flesh test weight, muscle tension and release.

  Fingers squeezed her nipple and Natalie opened her eyes with a gasp. A cry rang in her ears. Had that been her? She felt all woozy and blurred. It was hard to tell what was inside and what was outside just now. She blinked slowly.

  Nat felt a coolness around her body that was new. She opened her eyes and saw that Dex had moved to her side, also leaning against the wall.

  “What’s up?”

  Dex cocked her head. “Let’s go see what all those noises are.”

  Nat couldn’t remember hearing anything above the drum of her pounding heart and the bass of the loud club music somewhere above them but the moment Dex said that, the sounds from the room beyond them registered. There was a loud smack, a louder scream, then a girl’s high-pitched voice: “Thank you, Headmistress!”

  “That does sound interesting.”

  “Mmm-hmm. Shall we?” Dex gestured gallantly.

  Natalie headed down the hall and stepped into the back room. There were two participants in the middle and the walls around them were lined with watchers.

  A woman in a shiny black corset and boots up to her thighs traced her fingers across the reddened bottom of a girl bent over a padded bench. “I can’t believe the PE teacher caught you masturbating in the showers again, you little slut. I thought after the fifth time I punished you for this that you would learn. But noooooooooo!”

  “I’m sorry, Headmistress!” Smack smack smack rang out, followed by more high-pitched wails from the girl.

  Dex whispered, “Remember her? From yoga?”

  She did look sort of familiar, although from this direction her main identifying features were the backs of her long legs and the curve of her ass.

  The Headmistress picked up a long stick and started whipping it through the air, making a sharp swish with every stroke. “Nobody has ever failed PE at my distinguished learning establishment before. This is an utter disgrace and you are a shameless little whore.” The whistling noise of the switch was followed by a piercing cry as it struck flesh.

  Natalie touched her own ass, hearing the scream, thinking how much it must have hurt. She snuck a look at Dex, who was absorbed in the scene, a pucker to her mouth that meant she was amused.

  The Headmistress put a hand on her hip and let out an exaggerated sigh. “That will be enough of your fussing, young lady.” She peeled off the girl’s polka-dotted panties and promptly stuffed them in the girl’s mouth. The onlookers erupted in laughter.

  Seizing the break in the action, Dex pulled her across the room and they watched from the opposite perspective. Natalie could see the concentration in the Domme’s face with every throw of the whip. The girl’s screams were muted now with the underwear gag in place but she still made full-throated noises as every blow landed. After one strike and the painful response, Natalie was surprised to see that despite all her ado, the girl was grinning, almost laughing.

  “She’s eating it up, huh?” Dex said, laughing. The volume in the r
oom had risen and there were conversations on either side of them. “Whoa!” Dex said, grabbing her arm, “guess yoga got everyone hot and bothered tonight.”

  Natalie followed her gaze and saw Edgar scoping out the room. He didn’t look any different than he had in class except that he was bare-chested and wearing a snug-fitting pair of white briefs. Seeing his perfection on display, Natalie wanted to laugh. If only all fantasies materialized so quickly. Apparently not finding what he was looking for, he left the room.

  Dex grabbed Natalie’s hand and they followed him out. Dex led her into the maze. There were partitions, with strategic openings at eye and waist level every few feet. They passed by lookers with their faces pressed close to the walls and by open holes that Dex and Nat also looked into, searching for their quarry. They made sure to share any hot sights with each other, bodies huddled close in the narrow space. They passed by scene after scene in the little nooks. Fucking, check. Sucking, check. Fisting, check. Spanking, check. But no Edgar.

  Dex looked through another peephole and grabbed Nat’s arm. “What?” She moved aside and Natalie peered through the hole. Edgar and his hot bear boyfriend, wearing only a jock, were making out. They stood in an open area, alone for the moment, under a bright yellow light. The bear’s back was covered in dark curly hair. Edgar’s hands gripped his bare bottom, also furry, kneading his buttcheeks. His arms circled his lover, with one hand on Edgar’s parabolically curved ass and the other groping his cock through his white underwear.

  She thought about relinquishing the view but she felt possessive. They were so beautiful, so unimaginably hot that her breath fought to get around a lump in her throat. She felt a throbbing centered in her groin and pulsing up her gut, almost painful as it built upward.

  And then her breath stopped altogether. The bear crouched to his knees and took his boyfriend’s cock out of his underwear. She felt her mouth go dry. He stroked the cock slowly, looking up. Edgar rested his hand on his boyfriend’s head. She felt the camera in her head take a snapshot. That’s what true love looks like, she told herself.