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"Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories " (Giselle Renarde)


"Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories
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I kissed a girl… and I didn’t stop there!

Twenty-four eye-opening lesbian tales so titillating you won’t be able to resist reading the next confession. Butches, femmes, chapstick lesbians, bisexual beauties, experienced older women and curious first-timers admit to their naughty deeds in this hot new short story collection.

Bad girls get caught being naughty in church.
A bi femme gets spanked by a butch stranger in her pool’s sauna room.
An established couple hires a gorgeous girl for a first-time threesome.
A fiery motorcycle dyke makes a scene outside a lesbian nightclub.
An incorrigible house painter converts rich MILFs in their own homes.
Driving lessons get dirty on a dusty country road.

All this and so much more in Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories!

Giselle Renarde’s erotic fiction has appeared in over 100 anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, Best Women’s Erotica, Girl Fever, and the Lambda Award-winning collection Wild Girls, Wild Nights.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Excessica Publishing    Published: 4 / 2015

No. words: 47000

Style: Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual, Erotic Humor

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


Excerpt

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And Kimi Makes Three

There’s a bit of truth in the old joke that lesbian sex is just a quiet cup of tea in a room full of cats.
It doesn’t start out that way. 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 regular sex, but… I don’t want to say it was boring. Okay maybe it was, just a little.
That sounds mean, I know. 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 that’s held 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 temperature on the rise!
Jody and I fell onto the couch so close our thighs touched. We opened the newspaper and ogled page after page of young women in sexy lingerie.
The girls presented themselves 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 forward 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 pictures are real?” 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? The bikini tops that rose so high on their tits the fabric scarcely clung to their nipples? 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 such 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 it. The girls in these ads could get me off any day of the week. I wouldn’t hide my desire.
Jody was nervous, so I made the call. It was a cell number and went straight to voicemail, so I left a message. Not a minute later, someone calling herself a “booking agent” phoned back to set up the date. She had a bit of an accent, and I wondered if it 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 that two women were requesting a hooker. Did other lesbians pay for sex? Nobody talked about it, so I assumed it didn’t happen.
We set the date for later that evening. I don’t think Jody or I could have waited any longer. We would have changed our minds if we’d had to.
We were a 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. We didn’t talk about what might happen. We didn’t discuss it at all.
There was a knock at the door, and my spine went arrow-straight. I was sure, absolutely one hundred percent 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 we opened it together.
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 beside her, I couldn’t tell. Maybe once her soft yellow cardigan came off, I’d recognize the tits.
Yes, that’s right—our hooker wore a cardigan.
It was cute, actually, with a felt flower pinned to the chest. Her whole outfit reminded me of a 1950’s 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. 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.”
Kimi 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.
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 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 I could see the enthusiasm in her eyes. She talked about the weather, and about the arts and crafts show—she’d been there as well. Strange to think the girl who was now our hooker had been walking around with the crowds, just one more person.
I guess I’d never 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 felt a little weird about taking my clothes off in front of her. Jody must have felt the same way, because she asked Kimi to strip for us.
In a flash, Kimi’s expression went from innocent to saucy. When she grinned, her lip turned up more on one side than the other. That subtle tease made my pussy pound.
Our pretty hooker unbuttoned her cardigan. The tease continued, rendering my legs so wobbly I had to sit down.
Without a bit of shyness, Kimi shrugged off her sweater. That’s when I got my first look at her gorgeous tits. The firm cups of her dainty white bra hugged them sweetly. There was just enough lace around her cleavage to shift her lingerie out of the boring zone—not that any garment could truly be boring on a body like hers!
Kimi stepped out of her skirt, giving us a good view of her long, smooth legs. She didn’t take off her square heels, and I was glad about that. She reminded me of the naughty librarian who takes the bun out of her hair and becomes a sex goddess.
Bending forward, Kimi grabbed her tits and pressed them together. I couldn’t take my eyes off that glorious line of cleavage as she juggled and jiggled her big breasts. God, I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to touch her, too!
“You like my big tits?” Kimi asked as she hypnotized us with the marvellous pair. “You want to touch my big fucking titties?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I was panting like a dog as I grabbed her breasts from behind. She sighed, and that sound made me want to come. I missed that enthusiasm for touch, that sensitivity.
She let me strip off her panties, then undo her bra, and when her big boobs tumbled from the cups, I was there to catch them.
I told her to lick Jody’s clit. I wanted to hear my woman come while this gorgeous slut ate her cunt.
Jody raced out of her clothes as Kimi sank to the floor in front of the couch. I went with her, riding her back all the way, hugging her small body as I fondled her amazingly supple, soft tits. Her nipples were hard little pebbles between my fingers, and they were all I could think about until I heard Jody gasp.


Author Information

Eroticist, environmentalist and pastry enthusiast Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian and a great lover of the vast forests of the Great White North. For Giselle, a perfect day involves watching a snowstorm rage outside with a cup of tea in one hand and a chocolate truffle in the other. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head. Giselle Renarde has contributed short stories to numerous anthologies, including Tasting Her: Oral Sex Stories (Cleis Press), Love Bites (Torquere Press), Coming Together: With Pride, and Coming Together: Out Loud (Phaze). Online, Giselle has contributed erotic content to such websites as For The Girls and Hips and Curves, and editorial content to Lucrezia Magazine.

 

Publisher Information

eXcessica is an erotic publisher that publishes everything from sweet to scorching. eXcessica authors cross the spectrum from award-winning professionals to fresh, new voices.


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