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Welcome to NSFW Sunday! I spent the week on a queer mountain and have no idea what’s going on lately in the world of lesbian and queer sex news, so please enjoy these queer erotica story excerpts (and the volumes they came from) instead. (Also check out our past A-Camp NSFW coverage, like this gallery of more girls outside.)

@dominiquelavergne and @lynnhaze514 via rodeoh

+ From “Lying Down” by Kathleen Delaney-Adams in Dirty Dates, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel:

“I have surprised her with this, barely allowing her to finish her first cup of coffee before ordering her to take off her clothes and give me her flesh. Although this is our ritual, a Sunday morning play-date we rarely, if ever, miss, I am usually gentle with her. I allow her to wake slowly and warm up to the day, serve her coffee in bed, warm up to the day. The ways in which we arouse each other during these weekly assignations are myriad indeed, sometimes kinky, always juicy. This morning I want kink, demanded it of her. Although this is unexpected, she has scurried to please me, collecting my whips, the lube, the condoms, arranging them within easy reach on the coffee table before she stands before me and offered herself up. She is eager for my instructions, always. I run my hand down the skin of her creamy back and murmur, ‘That’s a good girl.'”

via thesecretoflingerie

+ From “Tomato Bondage” by Teresa Noelle Roberts in Best Lesbian Erotica, 20th Anniversary Edition, edited by Sacchi Green:

“I could have spent hours studying the familiar but always stunning lines of her body and that would have been a great way to while away the rest of the afternoon. But the strip of garish flowered sheet on her right wrist reminded me of my other plans. I shook myself mentally from the pleasant daze that a naked Julia always induces, grabbed her arms and brought them together in front of her. Wrist to elbow, elbow to wrist. A few quick ties with sheet strips and Julia’s strong arms were immobilized. […]

Someone who went in for elegant rope bondage might have been appalled by the effect. I hadn’t even bothered to pick strips from the same sheet, so the makeshift bondage was just about perfect. Her eyes were bright, her lips slightly parted in a sensual smile. She stood proud and tall in her makeshift bondage, her long, strong legs slightly parted and her bare toes curling in the dirt.

I ran my fingers across the plump curve at the top of her breasts, dipped into the valley between them. Ran my calloused palms over her nipples until she writhed under my touch. ‘Please Molly,’ she sighed. ‘I need…'”

via bixiguenta

+ From “The Visible Woman” by Rachel K. Zall in Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica, edited by Tristan Taromino:

“She reaches down into my panties and slides the flat of her palm over my clit, covering it completely, one finger gently stroking the closed space between my thighs. I grasp and squirm and above me, shadowing the light, she’s watching me approvingly, She cups her other hand around my left breast, pinching my nipple until it crosses the line between sexy and sore, then easing up just enough to cross back, then slides her hand slowly across the curve of my belly. A thunderstorm is sliding into place inside me, her hands drawing cloud-shadows across my skin. The air tastes electric, the darkness is vibrating at the edges as the candle flickers and exhales a stream of smoke at the ceiling.”

Andre Shakti via rodeoh

+ From “Late Show” by Lisabet Sarai in Best Lesbian Erotica 2015, edited by Laura Antoniou:

“We went from zero to sixty in seconds. She forced her tongue between my lips, savage and hungry. I let her take me, drinking in the mingled flavors of smokes, beer and mint toothpaste. Meanwhile she grabbed my ass and ground her crotch against mine. Fierce bolts of pleasure shot through the heaviness coiling in my cunt.”

+ From “Second Date” by Miel Rose in Best Lesbian Erotica 2015, edited by Laura Antoniou:

“My ass is moving against your palm in anticipation, and then empty air as you raise your hand and let it fall with a loud smack on my bare skin. You repeat this again and again, the pain hot and sweet, sharp and then diffuse in the moments I am allowed to process it. I am counting in my head and then losing track as you begin to concentrate on my sweet spot and every slap sends vibrations deep into my cunt. I have never been so close to coming from a spanking before, and when you stop so abruptly I cry out in protest.

You maneuver past my legs and out from under me. You are behind me and your cock is out of your pants, the head pressing against the opening of my pussy and then filling me up. Your hands are pressing me face-first into the couch, holding my wrists together at the small of my back. I am already on the verge of coming, and although I don’t know you yet, don’t know your body and the signs that would herald your approaching orgasm, I am guessing by the way you are frantically thrusting inside me that you are close too.

I am about to ask you for permission to come when you growl out, “Come for me, baby, come on, give it to me,” and I am undone.

via thesecretsoflingerie

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