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Welcome to NSFW Sunday! Every so often I need to step away from the lesbian sex news cycle, so here’s some queer erotica you might enjoy. xx
+ From “Unlocking” in Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica, a collection by Sinclair Sexsmith:
“Maya’s mouth makes a sweet, high whimper that is quickly cut off by my own mouth pressing into hers. She pushes her hips into mine and made a move in to kiss me that was more sudden than I expected, and I almost lose my balance and my grip around her wrists. I pull her hands behind her back and they touch easily; her wrists are thin enough to get both locked in one of my hands, so I bring my left hand to the back of her neck, along her spine and under her long dark hair. Her body arches and she kisses me harder, her tongue beginning to feather my lips. I open my mouth, catch her swollen bottom lip between my teeth gently, then pull away and touch her lips as lightly as possible. She’s pressing toward me for more but I’m holding her back by her wrists. She struggles against my grip and almost gets one wrist free before I catch it in my left hand. She smiles against my mouth, I feel the corners of her mouth turned up and laughing. She flexes her fingers and stops struggling.
I pull back and she’s still smiling. I let go and she brings her hands between us, touches one wrist with the other, then pulls on my keys again.
‘Take me home with you,’ she says. I grin. Circling her right wrist with my left hand, I lead her back through the pulsing bodies on the dance floor, and out the front door of the bar.”
via altgirlsofcolor
+ From The Art of Mapmaking by Thalia Fand:
“I lounged against Casey as she cuddled me, smelling the scent of my hair. She slid her thighs languidly against mine, then ever so gently used her knees to press my legs together, making sure I could feel the squeeze and the heat in my pussy. I returned the torture in kind by rolling against her, making her gasp a little and her hands clutch reflexively at my stomach.
She stroked my stomach slowly, even though we both new how much she wanted to grab me and make me come hard and fast. She traced up my sides to make me shiver, then began making agonizing, feather-light trails up and down my arms. She began a gentle, maddening tease, wandering closer and closer to my breasts and then away again, knowing I was dying for her to touch me there. I arched my back with yearning as she moved away again and she chuckled way down in her throat.”
+ From “She Never Wears Perfume” by Sid March in Best Lesbian Erotica 2013 edited by Kathleen Warnock:
“I push her skirt up, her panties match her bra, red lace on gold skin, a perfect frame for her hip bones and the slope of her abdomen. My arm under her hips, I feel like I could take her to the moon. I adore her; I want to rip her apart. I bite into her thighs, carefully at first, then harder and she cries out. I lick my way up, push her panties aside. Slowly, slowly, I trace her with my tongue; her breathing quickens; I paint figure eights on her most delicate parts. I spread her legs farther and slide two fingers inside her. We fall into rhythm; my hand slips into the heat of her wetness, she opens to me, her body bucks. She shakes, I give her more and she pulls at my hair and gasps. Her thighs clench and I wrestle her onto her stomach, press her face into the thin blankets. She is taking my whole fist.”
Stefanie F Steel via womenofcolor
+ From “Born to Ride” by Beth Wylde in The Harder She Comes: Butch Femme Erotica edited by D.L. King:
“She lifts me up and manages mid-fuck to miraculously switch our positions. My back is against the handlebars now and my dress is around my waist. Shane is pumping her hips and fucking me like a marathon runner with her sights set on the finish line. I beat her there, but just barely. My fingernails are dug into her biceps and I’m screaming as I flood her cock with wetness. She grunts a few times and her body starts to shake as she reaches orgasm right after me. I was right. The look on her face as she comes is gorgeous.”
+ From “Fucking A Porn Star” in Sweet & Rough: Queer Kink Erotica, a collection by Sinclair Sexsmith:
“Cries from her mouth, directly in a line connected to her cunt. Pressure here and she cries out. Pressure there and she gasps. A little harder, a little faster, and her knees shake, thighs press apart, ass presses back, back arches, head bends and her cunt opens “to swallow everything, to take it all inside her, hard, to suck my hand in, to the palm. Then she bursts: it starts in her cunt and radiates out in waves, in ripples, thick quakes of bone and muscle and she makes such delicious low moans, oh-oh-oh god, oh-oh-oh god, and I slow, changed pressure to let up, and she folds back into herself, collapses forward on the bed, and my fingers slide out as her body calms.”
+ From the Autostraddle Lesbian Sex Archives: How To Get Into A Kinky Headspace For Beginners.
Don’t give in right away. Push back, just a little. It’s a game. She fills you up with power and then you wiggle it all the way through your body. You don’t have to downright deny, but go slow, one delicious inch of your skin at a time.
I might discreetly forward this article to some fanfiction writers.
This is exactly what I needed today, thank you.
oh my there are so many books i need to buy!
Usually i read these articles either at work or in the living room with my housemates. All kinda funny but mostly fine. But now in home for Christmas my mum is on the sofa next to me and my sisters are across the room. I’m not comfortable with this. I’ll be back in three days…
Help I’m on a train reading this on the train SOS *heavy panting*
Can I just say that reading (whether erotica or not) with a vibrator in the other hand is one of my favorite things to do?
Literature of any sort gets me hot.
I need more NSFW Sundays with book extracts. But I need those books even more.