Best Women's Erotica 2009

by Violet Blue

  The trees were dense and fully leafed out. There were no lines painted on this road, and I knew we probably wouldn’t meet with much traffic, especially after a turn to the left and two turns to the right led us to a service road that would eventually turn to gravel. Right where pavement petered out into gravel is where I’d planned to stop.

  Rocks crunched under my wide tires as I slowed to a halt. I didn’t even bother turning around before stopping, not wanting to face the road back home yet. I clicked the ignition off, afraid again that I was being creepy, but enjoying the car’s silence just the same and the way it amplified the sound of birds and tree leaves rustling. When Jesse didn’t immediately open his door to change positions I was thankful. I decided to savor that moment sitting in a parked car with a teenaged boy—to freeze the feeling of nothing being over yet and everything smelling like fresh tree-moist air. Then the moment passed and my guts tightened with nervous energy. I was afraid if I didn’t do something that I’d lose my chance. I unbuckled my lap belt trying to only move one arm but not the rest of my body, to demonstrate getting more comfortable in the car, but not getting out of it.

  “It’s a really nice day!” he said it a little too loud, like he was mimicking casual grown-up conversation. I was sure it wasn’t the way he’d start a conversation with his friends, but I liked it because he was trying for something that wasn’t about heading back home.

  “What kind of music do you like?” he asked. “Is this a good tape?” He pushed the cassette into the player. It sprang into place. There was more silence and birds twittering.

  I explained, “I have to turn the key to make it play.” I turned the key then, and the screwy automatic shoulder belts lifted off our chests and purred up their tracks. The tape turned in the stereo, speakers only playing loops of static for a few revolutions at the songless end of one side before I turned it back off again. The belts ground back down to grip us. “Hey!” He laughed, perplexed.

  “See? You don’t want to buy this car anyway. The seat belts don’t work right!” We laughed and he turned to me. “Maybe you should help me with my seat belt again.”

  Oh, my god.

  First I unbuckled my own shoulder belt. Then I rested my elbow on the center console as I turned to him, feeling bubbles of fizz in my shook-up arms as I glided my left hand as steadily as I could across and down along the vinyl until I felt the button and released his lap belt. I let my hand keep moving then, onto his thigh, my fingers curling to the inside of his leg, mere millimeters from his balls. I didn’t watch my hand, I watched his eyes and smelled the air turn into close-proximity about-to-kiss. I am going to know your mouth, Jesse.

  I slid my hand slowly up the belt, making a smooth swipe from his hip and over his chest and shoulder, feeling the hot cotton of his T-shirt with my fingertips in contrast to the thick seat belt material under my palm. He watched my hand’s progress with his mouth open, his hands gripping the seat, forearm muscles tensed. I lifted myself up to reach around him, unhooking his shoulder belt plugged in above his window, the softness of my right breast wobbling against his face, his mouth puffing hot air against it as he made a muffled “Oohgh” sound. He was like a well-trained boy at a titty bar resisting the urge to get handsy so he wouldn’t be ejected.

  By the time I sat back down my hand was on his thigh again. I looked down at my hand and picked the spot where I wanted it to go, slowly feeling for the hardness I knew was under the denim, reaching its resistance with my fingertips before pushing them over the hump, making a tunnel for it with my palm. He looked down at what I was doing to him, his mouth agape. I rubbed firmly down and back up, keeping my hand on his cock before I gave in, angling my body and aiming my mouth toward him with measured slowness in preparation to form a seal over his mouth.

  When he realized I was about to kiss him, he must have accepted that the whole thing was real and he was allowed to take action because he suddenly grabbed at my tits with both hands, giving them a quick squeeze, then hastily decided he wanted my whole body. He grabbed me under the armpits and tried to hoist me onto him, but I wasn’t prepared to assist with his efforts; my legs didn’t make it over the hump and he lifted my head right into the roof of the car. Stymied, he went back to groping my tits, moving the fat in circles on my chest and moaning, “Come here…come here…get on top of me….”

  I got on my knees, hoisting my dress up to my hips so he could see where my white panties cut up between my lips, and climbed onto him, my cowboy boots kicking and hanging up on the gearshift on the way over. Immediately he grabbed at my ass, stuffing his hands inside my panties down where I could feel his calloused hands squeezing fistfuls of my flesh while we kissed in famished gasps, Jesse sounding like a man having a nightmare about being really thirsty, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I lowered the seat back so fast our teeth clashed. There was so little space for four legs that I straddled just one of his, humping his thigh, rubbing my leg against his dick still trapped in his pants.

  “Rub your pussy on my hand! Rub your pussy on my hand!” he gasped, and thrust his hand between me and his thigh, making his palm flat like holding it out for a dog to sniff to make it trust him. “I want to feel your pussy on my hand! Here, rub your pussy on my hand!” I did want to rub against his hand so with my panties barely hanging on in the front, I slid my clit along his whole hand, letting his crooked-up middle finger glide from my taint, to dipping wet cotton into my hole, and rubbing up over the shaft of my clit, up and down, my panties bunching up into wet wrinkles giving me even more to rub and wiggle against. I told him, “I want to touch you while I come. Take it out…. Lemme touch your cock!”

  While he unbuttoned his fly in one fell swoop, I lifted and mashed my clit and puffy pussy lips against the heel of his hand, rubbing them all around on him while his middle finger searched around the opening of my underwear to squirm inside my cunt. He exposed his rigid prick by shoving his briefs down under his balls. We both fumbled at his cock while I kept humping him; by envisioning the hood of my clit crinkling and pushing back and forth over the shiny nub of my clit I felt it even more intensely, back and forth, until the rhythm of everything rubbing on my clit plus his squirming finger had me three rubs away. He guided my fingertips up and down the top of his cock and I started to come, unable to move my hand of my own volition so he moved it for me while I wailed, “OhYEAHyeahyeahyeah!” and he gasped, “Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!” as his come spurted onto our fingers. My hips ground in circles, winding down as I collapsed on top of him, his arms trapped under my body.

  I asked him if he was ready to take the wheel and drive us back, and when he confessed, “I don’t actually know how to drive a stick,” I lifted my head in time to see him grin at me and add, “but I was hoping you’d like to teach me later.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  KRIS ADAMS works in the library sciences field and has been writing erotic fan fiction since her teens.

  VALERIE ALEXANDER is a freelance writer currently at work on her first collection of erotica. She resides in Arizona with her long-term partner.

  JACQUELINE APPLEBEE is a black British woman, who breaks down barriers with smut. Jacqueline’s stories have appeared in Iridescence: Sensuous Shades of Lesbian Erotica; Travelrotica for Lesbians Volume 2; Best Women’s Erotica 2008; and Best Lesbian Erotica 2008. She also has a paranormal novella entitled Fallen Soldiers that includes sex with ghosts! Her website is at writing-in-shadows.co.uk.

  JANINE ASHBLESS’s erotica debut was with a collection of short fantasy, fairy, and paranormal stories, Cruel Enchantment, published by Black Lace in 2000. The follow-up volume to this collection is scheduled for 2009. In between, she has written three erotic fantasy novels for Black Lace: Divine Torment, Burning Bright, and Wildwood. Her first story for Cleis appeared in I Is for Indecent. Her website is janineashbless.com.

  CHEYENNE BLUE combines her two passions in life and writes travel guides and erotica. Her erotica has appeared in several anthologies, including Best Women
’s Erotica, Mammoth Best New Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Love Stories, and on many websites. Her travel guides have been jammed into many glove boxes underneath the chocolate wrappers. She divides her time between Colorado, USA, and Ireland, and is currently working on a book about the quiet and quirky areas of Ireland. You can see more of her erotica on her website, cheyenneblue.com.

  DEBORAH CASTELLANO graduated from Douglass College with a degree in women’s studies in 2001. Since then, she has been an executive administrator by day and head of her convention, SalonCon by night. She has written for Venus, SageWoman, and New Witch magazines.

  ELIZABETH COLDWELL is the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine. Her stories have appeared in numerous anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica 2006; Best S/M Erotica 1 and 2; Yes, Sir; and Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica.

  TRIXIE FONTAINE makes autobiographical pornography at home with her trans girlfriend. She’s been blogging since 2001 and broadcasting voyeurcams on TastyTrixie.com since 2002. The latest feather in her cap is her Twitter account (twitter. com/tastytrixie) where she keeps everyone posted on her dreams and the frequency of her bowel movements. This is her first submission to a collection of erotica; she hopes it will be met with as much enthusiasm as her excretory tweets. You can read her nonfiction piece, “Menstruation: Porn’s Last Taboo,” in Best Sex Writing 2008. In between shooting nudie pics, she works on writing her first novel: the deliciously tawdry Ms. Trixie’s Rooming House for Emancipated Girls.

  SCARLETT FRENCH’s erotic fiction has appeared in Lipstick on Her Collar; Best Women’s Erotica 2008; Fantasy: Untrue Stories of Lesbian Passion; Best Women’s Erotica 2007; Tales of Travelrotica for Lesbians; First-Timers: True Stories of Lesbian Awakening; Best Lesbian Erotica 2005; and Va Va Voom. Having procrastinated for long enough on her first novel, she has decided to instead write an erotic novel, in the hope of getting past chapter four.

  ELISA GARCIA is a freelance writer and Latin dance enthusiast. A corporate America refugee, she now works at home and lives with her partner and child outside of Houston.

  D. L. KING pens smut from somewhere between the Wonder Wheel and the Chrysler Building. Some of her latest short stories can be found in Best Lesbian Erotica 2008; Yes, Ma’am: Erotic Stories of Male Submission; Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission, and Frenzy: 60 Stories of Sudden Sex.

  Her novels, The Melinoe Project and The Art of Melinoe, can be found at Renaissance E Books. D. L. King is the editor of the review site, Erotica Revealed. Visit the author at dlkingerotica.com.

  SOMMER MARSDEN’s work has appeared in numerous print anthologies. Some of her favorites include, Love at First Sting, I Is for Indecent, J Is for Jealousy, Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2008, Whip Me, Spank Me, and Yes, Sir. She lives, works, and pens smut from her small home in her small town. She is an Internet junkie who is addicted to procrastination and Sprees. You can keep track of her many misadventures by visiting Smut-Girl. blogspot.com.

  KAY JAYBEE has had a number of stories published in Cleis Press anthologies (Lips Like Sugar, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, Lust, Best Women’s Erotica 2008), and Sex and Music, Ultimate Sin, and The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica. She is also a regular contributor to the erotic website Oysters & Chocolate, and her story “Tied to the Kitchen Sink” is featured as a podcast on Violet Blue’s Open Source Sex. Kay is very much looking forward to the publication of her first solo work of erotica, The Collector (Austin & Macauley), which will be available in late 2008.

  JANNE LEWIS is new to the field of erotic writing but has been published in other genres. She has always had vivid and detailed erotic fantasies, and with her husband’s encouragement began writing them down. She has worked in the past as a waitress, a lawyer, and a stay-at-home mom.

  MS. NAUGHTY is a writer, editor, blogger, and online pornographer with a passion for women’s erotica. She began her literary career writing stories and articles for Australian Women’s Forum and the Sydney Morning Herald in the late ’90s. Since 2000 she has built a stable of adult websites for women including MsNaughty.com. She also co-owns ForTheGirls.com, a large paysite and online magazine and regularly writes and edits stories, reviews, and articles for the site. She has also overseen three annual erotic fiction competitions for FTG. She lives with her husband in a small Australian town, surrounded by Fundamentalist Christians.

  DONNA GEORGE STOREY’s erotic fiction has appeared in more than sixty journals and anthologies including Clean Sheets, Fishnet, Best American Erotica 2006, Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, and her very favorite place to hang with great dirty-story writers, Best Women’s Erotica. Her novel, Amorous Woman, the story of an American woman’s love affair with Japan and her steamy encounters with sexy men and women along the way, was published by Orion in 2007. She currently writes a column “Cooking Up a Storey” for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association. Read more of her work at DonnaGeorgeStorey.com.

  VANESSA VAUGHN is a twentysomething currently living in Dallas with her husband. After pursuing a short but successful career in fundraising for the arts, she is now devoting herself to what she loves best: writing. Some of the many things that turn her on include vampires, tennis skirts, long cigarettes, any woman from a Wachowski brothers movie, tattoos, Southern gentlemen, uni, gold bullion, Stephen Colbert, WOW geeks, burlesque, and fine wine, in no particular order. This is her first published work.

  ALANA NOËL VOTH’s writing has appeared in The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica Volume 7; Best Gay Erotica 2008, 2007, and 2004; Best Gay Bondage Erotica; Best American Erotica 2005; Best Bisexual Women’s Erotica; Where the Boys Are: Urban Gay Erotica; I Is for Indecent; and online at Literary Mama, Big Stupid Review, Cleansheets, Eclectica Magazine, and Oysters and Chocolate.

  XAN WEST is the pseudonym of a New York City BDSM and sex educator and writer. Xan’s work can be found in Best Women’s Erotica 2008, Best S/M Erotica Volume 2, Got a Minute?, Love at First Sting, and the forthcoming Hurts So Good and M Is for Master. Xan has a particular love for belts, biting, public sex, and boots. Xan wants to hear from you and can be reached at xan_west@yahoo.com.

  LAUREN WRIGHT is perhaps the only cognitive neuroscientist who has ever wondered why she didn’t become a professional dominatrix instead. An overstressed and overworked doctoral student, she would be classified by most who know her as a good girl who lives life by the rules, but in her spare time she is very, very bad. “On Loan” is her first published piece of erotica. She lives and writes in her hometown of Ottawa, Ontario.

  New to writing erotica, LUX ZAKARI has been published on the website Oysters & Chocolate (www.oystersandchocolate.com). She’s currently working on a full-length erotic novel about bad boys corrupting good girls in the 1970s.

  ABOUT THE EDITOR

  VIOLET BLUE is a Forbes Web Celeb and one of Wired’s 2008 “Faces of Innovation.” She is a widely known blogger, podcaster, reporter, and fembot at Geek Entertainment Television and Gawker Media’s Fleshbot. She is the San Francisco Chronicle’s sex columnist, and Blue writes about sexuality for outlets such as Forbes and O: The Oprah Magazine. She lectures to cyberlaw classes at UC Berkeley, tech conferences, and sex crisis counselors at community teaching institutions. Her podcast is the notorious Open Source Sex and her tech blog is techyum.com. Blue self-publishes DRM-free audio and ebooks at DigitaPublications.com.

  Blue has authored and edited over two dozen published books and contributed to five nonfiction books from other authors). Blue has been interviewed and featured prominently by major publications and media outlets including Wired, Newsweek, MSNBC, the Wall Street Journal, NPR, BoingBoing.net (viewable at violetbluevioletblue.net), Salon.com, BBC, CNN, the New York Times, About.com, PBS, CBS, The History Channel, Esquire, Jane, Maxim, Marie Claire, and many more, including more magazines, newspapers, and major city weeklies ranging from the Village Voice and the SF Bay Guardian to appearances in “Savage Love.” Her popular personal website is TinyNibbles.com.

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