Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at some of the hottest erotic literature out now. Today's selection comes from Cleis Press's Best Lesbian Erotica 2010, edited by Kathleen Warnock.

The following excerpt is from "Girona, 1960," by Stella Sandberg.

Then Charlie kissed her insistently and pressed her against the wall. It felt odd, but not unpleasant. The kiss soon made her breathless, and the grinding of Charlie's jean-clad crotch against her own made her clit swell. Charlie didn't waste any time before she undid Jamie's belt buckle and button fly and stuck her hand in her jeans. Charlie's fingers tugged slightly on the damp tuft of dark hair, out of recklessness rather than any studied sadism.

Jamie winced a little when Charlie touched her sensitive clit, and Charlie perceived it and avoided direct contact. Instead she let her hand slip and slide in the hot wetness of Jamie's cunt. Before Jamie knew it, Charlie had shoved a finger inside her. Jamie never let anybody do that, not even Doris. That was simply not the way it went. But she let it happen now, surprised at how easily she succumbed to the bittersweet pleasure of being taken. She'd thought her armor more solid than that. But it only took one cocky tomboy, unlike any she'd met before, and she was done in.

Charlie fucked her with her hand for a bit, kissing and biting Jamie's lips. She had her other hand around the back of Jamie's neck, tickling the short, downy hair there and teasing the nerves, making goose bumps all the way down Jamie's back. Jamie had hardly known she had such a sensitive neck. There was a lot she hadn't known about herself. Like how she longed to lose control, for instance.

Charlie turned her around, making her face the wall, still fucking her with her hand. The other hand had left Jamie's neck and was pinching and kneading her pale, muscular buttocks instead. Then the hand left her arse and fumbled with something else, presumably Charlie's own fly.

Something slid into Jamie from behind, something larger and smoother than a finger. Though not cooler-it must have been warmed to body temperature inside Charlie's slacks. Jamie was shocked. Not even she had one of those! Charlie's cruel mistress must be well equipped.

It stung ever so slightly but that was to be expected, since technically, she was-had been- Anyway, she was not the one to whine about a little pain. It felt right somehow, like penitence. She knew she had no other choice than to relax and receive. Bracing herself would only make it hurt more, and she wasn't sure she needed to repent that badly. Charlie wasn't going to stop. She'd seemed like a sweet enough kid, a bit forward but no match for Jamie. Or so Jamie had thought. But she must have some pent-up frustration from being that lady's toy-Jamie could tell from the determined way she thrust into her.

So she relaxed and received. Charlie had her in a firm grip around her leather-clad waist, both her hands pressing on Jamie's clit. With each jerk of her hips the pressure of her hands increased too. Now Jamie had an awfully sensitive clit. She used to get off just from riding her motorbike. She suspected Charlie did, too, from the way she was panting as she rubbed against Jamie's arse. Anyway, that meant it didn't take much for her to come, but she was unprepared for what the orgasm felt like with the cock inside her too. Normally, she felt the contractions as vague spasms, but now her muscles had something to grip and every time they contracted the pleasure intensified. It beat the breath out of her so that she couldn't suppress a groan.

Apparently pleased with her accomplishment, Charlie let herself go and came, as well. Jamie could hear her gasp right next to her ear. Her red curls tickled Jamie's neck as she momentarily rested her head on Jamie's shoulder, then her head was gone and she was all buttoned up before Jamie had the chance to collect herself. When Jamie turned around to face her, flushing cheeks and somewhat rapid breathing were the only signs she showed of any illicit activity. As for Jamie, she leaned heavily against the church wall, still fumbling with her button fly. She, who was always so cool and collected!

Excerpted from Best Women's Erotica 2010, an anthology edited by Kathleen Warnock and published by Cleis Press.

The book is also on sale at Amazon.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Cleis Press.

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