The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Without warning, she pushed me backwards so I fell into a sitting position on the sofa and demanded I remove my pants. A sadistic twinkle flickered in her eyes as she informed me that I was allowed to keep my underwear on, but as I would soon realize, this was punishment more than anything else.

  She leant over me, her face mere millimetres away from mine. “I’m the only one you touch yourself for. Only me.” And I suddenly knew what my punishment was for; suddenly knew what I had done wrong. My mind flitted back momentarily to the night she was away, but as I smirked at the memory, her fingers found purchase in my hair once more. “Don’t even think about it.”

  I could feel the head of her cock pressing against my lower stomach and I wanted nothing more than to tear off my underwear and plunge that thing deep into my already-throbbing pussy. If she keeps this up, I’m fairly certain that I won’t be able to continue with this little game, I thought to myself as my hips unconsciously rocked against her.

  She lowered her eyes to my slowly thrusting hips. “I don’t think so.” The venom in her voice echoed her actions as she sank her teeth into my pulse point, catching me completely unaware. It vaguely crossed my mind that that would leave a mark, but it was no more than a fleeting thought as I felt the soothing warmth of her tongue replace the sting that her teeth had created.

  She stood back and looked down at me as my brain fought between pain and pleasure. I’d known this woman, loved this woman, shared my bed with this woman, for two years, and yet, as I looked up at her, I couldn’t help but feel intimidated, powerless and slightly afraid of what was to come. But all the while my body’s responses belied the hurricane of emotions in my slightly uncertain brain.

  “Open your legs.” I immediately did as I was told, my eyes locked on hers, as though I was caught in some kind of trance. “Wider!” I flinched as she yelled; I’d never seen this side to her, but I felt a familiar heat bubbling in my belly once more as I complied with her demand. “Good girl.” She smirked. “Now I want you to touch yourself.”

  My instinct was to remove my underwear, but she stopped me, and as I rubbed my pussy over the thin material, I realized why – she wanted to restrict the sensation for me, disallow the skin-on-skin contact that she knew I was craving.

  There was, admittedly, something incredibly hot about her watching me pleasure myself, something slightly taboo, and I fought against my heavy, lust-filled eye lids, determined to keep my eyes locked with hers as I did as she told me. Maybe if I give her a good show, she’ll allow me to get off tonight, I thought to myself as I continued my motions.

  Finally, she permitted me to remove my underwear and an involuntary gasp left my lips as the cool air of the room attacked the wet heat of my pussy. I breathed a sigh of relief as my fingers finally made contact with hot, wet flesh. My skin was flushed, my heartbeat pounded in my head and I was certain I could come there and then.

  I pressed two fingers deep inside myself and picked up an instant rhythm. I couldn’t help it; I was already a world beyond turned on and I needed to get off, now.

  “Did I tell you you could do that?” Her words were firm and cold, a strangely beautiful contrast to the fire that was still burning in her eyes, and my breath hitched as I realized that I was in trouble again.

  “Sorry, baby.” I sounded pitiful, really, but my throat was unable to force out much more than a whisper.

  “You will be,” was all she said before she knelt over me, straddling my thighs as she plunged the toy cock straight into my mouth. “Suck it.”

  I did as I was told and hungrily sucked the toy into my mouth, my hands grasping at her arse cheeks for leverage. Her fingers laced through my hair as she repeatedly thrust her hips towards me, into me, so deep that I was certain I would choke, but all I cared about was pleasing her, repenting for my sins.

  I could hear her moan above me, feel her grip on my hair grow tighter, and I was surprised at how much more this was turning me on; her dominance, the pain, the whole sudden situation. I was a quivering wreck, and I was certain that I couldn’t take any more; I wanted to be fucked. I needed to be fucked.

  And as if reading my thoughts, she pulled out of my mouth and flipped me over on the couch in one quick motion. My brain was mush; my actions were no longer under my control. I was on my knees with my back to her instantly, bent over, my legs naturally spread; silently begging her to fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me.

  “What do you want?” I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs and I was certain she could see as much – did she really need to ask that question? “Answer me!”

  “Please!” My response was instantaneous and fell somewhere between a cry and a plea as I felt my body reach new heights of sensation, frustration and anticipation.

  “Please what?” I could hear some kind of smug satisfaction in her voice and I knew she was enjoying this. I suddenly became shy, lost for words, unable to tell her exactly what I wanted. “Jennifer?” She was growing impatient. “Please. What?”

  But as I felt her press the head of her cock teasingly against my entrance, I realized that I was growing impatient, too, and my voice found itself. “Fuck me! Please! Now!”

  She was inside me instantly, deeper than she’d ever been before. Both relief and pain washed over me and a half-moan, half-sob filled the air around us. I caught a glimpse of the white of my knuckles gripping the back of the sofa as my head dropped and my eyes rolled back.

  “Oh, God.” My words were barely audible and before I had chance to fully appreciate being so completely full, she pulled all the way out and slammed into me once more.

  She wasn’t being gentle, and no part of me wanted her to be; the pain was oddly pleasurable and I never wanted it to end. Her hands took a hold of my hair, not for the first time that evening, and she yanked back my head for leverage as she pulled out and drove her cock deep inside me once again. That time she didn’t stop once inside; she didn’t stop at all. I could hear her thighs slapping against my arse cheeks, the wet sounds of the silicone toy combining with my soaking pussy.

  It was carnal, and rough, and ruthless, and a delicious warmth filled my brain until I was completely unable to string together one coherent thought. I was dying to touch myself, to give myself that release that I was so desperately yearning for, but I was scared that she’d stop if I even tried – scared that I would be left empty, wanting, needing.

  And then suddenly I was.

  I almost cried and screamed as she pulled completely out of me. The fullness had been relentless, all-consuming, and now without it I felt lost, abandoned, discarded. I was frozen to the spot, my body at war with itself, my emotions no better. I didn’t know what I thought, felt, anything; all I knew was that I needed to feel her inside me, on me, over me, and as my brain tried to catch up with my heavily falling breaths, I managed to force out a plea. “Baby, please.”

  “Turn around.” She interrupted me and once again I did as I was instructed, far too overwhelmed by the possibility of having my pussy stretched, filled, once more. I shuffled down slightly on the deep couch and spread my legs as wide as I could for her. I had no shame at this point; I wanted her to see how wet she makes me, but above all, I didn’t want to make the same mistake I had before – not if her recent idea of a joke was the result of such tardiness. “You can take off your bra now.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice; the material far too restricting. And as I dropped the garment beside me, she was above me, her lips hovering over mine as she hooked her arms under each of my legs and pulled me further down the couch. “You’re mine.” She growled; there was something slightly feral in her now-husky voice.

  And hers, I was.

  Her hot breath fanned against my lips and I wanted so desperately to kiss her, to convey how much I love her, want her, need her. But before I could give in to temptation, she was inside me once more, so deep that I was sure her cock would poke right through my belly button. She wasn’t much more gentle than she was before, but this t
ime something was different.

  A whimper tore from my lips, my head fell back and my eyes fluttered closed against my will. “Open your eyes.” The demand was soft but still laced with some kind of hostility; a dominance that I was still uncertain about.

  I did as I was told and was met with her burning gaze as she ground herself into me. Exasperated, heavy breaths fell from my lips. My hands gripped at her shoulders as she moved faster, pounded deeper, and as I felt her begin to rub circles against my clit, my world began to come undone.

  “Not yet,” she told me as she read the signs for what they were.

  With a whimper I struggled to pull myself back from the edge. Her gaze burnt right through me, to the point where I was unsure what I saw there; love, lust, anger, desire, hunger. I was trapped in that stare as she slowed her pace inside me, but my body was screaming at her. Are you fucking serious?

  “You’re not gonna do it again, are you?” she demanded.

  The whirlwind of sensation and emotions tearing their way through me made it very difficult to even remember what it was that I was apparently not going to do again, let alone string together a coherent response. But as I felt her slow even more, almost to the point of stopping, I blurted out, “No! No I’m not. Never! Please!”

  She thrust into me once again, resumed her previous pace instantly, and it didn’t take long until I was back on that beautiful edge, delirious and silently begging her to push me over it. The corners of my vision began to fade black as she applied extra pressure to my clit and I was close, so damn close, to the euphoria that I’d been craving since she distracted me from my once-enthralling book.

  “Come for me,” she finally whispered against my lips. It was a sultry admittance that I felt I’d been yearning for forever. It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard and I was like putty in her hands, literally.

  Those words were all it took and I came apart beneath her. I was unable to win against my heavy eye lids as my head fell back and a warmth rushed through my brain, my skin, my whole damn body. I love you’s fell from my lips like a waterfall as I rode out my orgasm and for the first time that evening, I felt her warm, soft mouth against my own.

  And as my breathing steadied, I opened my eyes and saw the fire in hers turn to glowing embers. I saw pure love etched on her face, and the frustration that I felt before at her teasing ways had completely dissipated.

  I’d never watched porn without her before, but I decided that night that if that was the so-called punishment for such a thing, I may have to do it more often.

  AND KIMI MAKES THREE

  Miranda, Ottawa

  There’s a bit of truth in that stale old rumour that lesbian sex is nothing but a quiet cup of tea in a room full of cats.

  It doesn’t start out that way, of course. I can only speak from experience, but when Jody and I first started dating, it was fire. We were so hot for each other back then. I couldn’t keep my hands off her ass or my mouth off her tits. She would spend hours between my legs, licking my clit, thrusting her fingers up my snatch. God, it was amazing.

  But that was a long time ago. After eight years together, Jody and I had gotten to the point where we had sex regularly enough, but . . . well, I don’t want to say it was boring. OK, maybe it was, just a little bit. That sounds mean, I know, but I don’t intend it that way. I love Jody more than I’ve ever loved anyone.

  Anyway, one weekend Jody and I checked out the arts-and-crafts show they have every summer in our neighbourhood. We didn’t need anything, but Jody spotted this vase at a pottery vendor, and she picked it up. Typical lesbian weekend.

  It wasn’t until we got home that Jody realized the vendor had wrapped her ceramics in one of those free newspapers with all the sex ads in the back: six pages of “Asian Escorts and Massage.” Wow, those photos got my body temperature on the rise!

  Jody and I fell onto the couch, so close our thighs were touching. We opened up the newspaper and ogled page after page of young women in slinky lingerie.

  The girls presented themselves like vixens in a variety of pin-up poses. Some smiled coyly or hugged their tits. My favourites were the bold ones, the girls who grabbed their firm little breasts and held them up, on display for everyone to see. Breasts always were my weakness. Some of them leaned forwards and pouted their lips, so you didn’t know whether to stare at their cleavage or their pretty pink mouths.

  And, God, those mouths! Every time I blinked, I saw pretty Asian girls between my legs. I wanted them all.

  “Do you think these are real pictures?” Jody asked me.

  I couldn’t speak. My breath was taken away by the sheer beauty of those girls. What was it about them? Their mock innocence? Their sexy schoolgirl outfits? Those bikini tops that rose so high on their tits the fabric scarcely clung to their nipples? Fuck, I was getting wet just looking at those slutty photos.

  The words didn’t help. The ads said things like:

  100% Horny Playful Asian GFE!

  Excellent Service, No Rush, Guaranteed!

  Young, Busty, Cute, Anything Goes!

  Fun, Friendly, Tight, Juicy!

  “Tight and juicy!” Jody read. The words obviously had the same impact on her that they’d had on me. Her eyes sort of glazed over as she read the ads. And then she pointed to a picture of a sweet-faced girl with naked, pendulous breasts. Her name, according to the paper, was Kimi. There were little stars on the page to disguise her nipples, and she had an open red-gingham shirt hanging off her shoulders. I couldn’t get over those tits! They couldn’t possibly be real, such big breasts on a little girl.

  “Should we?” Jody asked, pointing to the spot where it said: $40 NUDE ORAL.

  I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t want those girls. They could get me off any day of the week. I couldn’t hide my desire.

  Jody was nervous, so I made the call. It was a cell number and went straight to automated voicemail, so I left a message. Not a minute later, someone calling herself a “booking agent” called me back to set up the date. She had a bit of an accent. I wondered if this was Kimi herself on the phone. God, those tits – they were all I could think about.

  I’d never done this before. I wondered if the girl on the phone would think it was weird, two woman requesting a hooker, or if other lesbians paid for sex. Nobody ever talked about it, so I assumed it didn’t happen.

  The date was set for later that evening. I don’t think Jody or I could have waited any longer. Or maybe we would have changed our minds if we’d had to.

  We were a collective bundle of nerves as we waited for Kimi to arrive. I tried catching up on some emails, but I couldn’t concentrate. I don’t know what Jody was up to in that time. We didn’t talk about what might happen. We didn’t discuss it at all.

  When there came a knock at the door, my spine went arrow-straight. I was sure, absolutely one hundred per cent sure, that I was going to have a heart attack. But I didn’t. I started thinking, “I can’t do this, I can’t do this . . .” but even as I thought it, I made my way to the door. Jody was already there, holding the handle. Just holding it. Just standing there. I put my hand on hers, and together we opened up.

  The girl standing on the other side was pretty as a picture – but was she the girl in the picture? Hard to say. Without actually holding the newspaper ad up beside her, I really couldn’t tell. Maybe once that soft yellow cardigan came off, I’d recognize the tits.

  Yes, our hooker wore a cardigan. It was cute, actually, with a little felt flower pin on the chest. Her whole outfit reminded me of a 1950s sock-hopper, but with a modern flair. Asian girls had a knack for looking good in quirky outfits. That’s something I never could pull off.

  When we asked if she was Kimi, the girl nodded demurely. We welcomed her in and she entered, holding her purse and her jacket in front of her. I wondered if she dressed this way for everyone, or if this was something special for the crabby old lesbians. It did make me happy that she wasn’t wearing some slutty spandex thing.

 
; “Nude oral?” the girl asked beseechingly. She held out her hand, and I realized she wanted payment upfront. Then she asked, “One or two?”

  I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but Jody said, “Oh, on both of us. One and then the other.”

  She smiled as I placed the cash in her hand – ratty, wrinkled twenty-dollar bills with the Queen smiling up at us. For the first time ever, I wondered why the Queen of England was on Canadian money, and then I chastised myself for thinking about something so irrelevant. There was a prostitute in my living room! I should be . . . well, I didn’t know what I should be doing. Then I started feeling nervous, and I looked to Jody, who smiled at me the way the Queen was smiling on the twenty. My stomach tied itself in knots.

  Kimi asked us if we were a couple, and Jody responded that we were, but even her voice was trembling now. The girl smiled, and then asked how long we’d been together. It surprised me that she seemed curious about us. I guess I figured we were just money to her, just bodies, but she appeared interested in Jody and I as people, and that really put me at ease.

  Her accent was thicker than the girl on the phone, but she communicated a lovely sort of enthusiasm in her eyes. She talked about the weather, about the arts and crafts show, which she’d been to as well. Strange to think the girl who was now our hooker had been walking around the crowds, just one more person. I guess I’d never really thought of prostitutes as real people.

  When Kimi asked where we’d like to do it and who wanted to go first, I got nervous again. I actually felt a little weird about taking my clothes off in front of her. Jody must have felt the same, because she asked Kimi to strip for us.

  In a flash, Kimi’s expression went from innocent to saucy. She grinned, with her lip turning up more on one side than the other, and just that subtle tease made my pussy pound. Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult to get naked for this girl after all.