Pagan Dreams... the first of my two lesbian novels. The story focuses on two lusty females taking their sexual desires to the hot extremes of bdsm sex. The novel has been re-released this week with a hot new cover.
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This excerpt picks up after Cassidy has had her first crotch piercing...
The day takes a lewd turn, as my impulses take charge of me. I can tell because I’m looking for some place where my lover Peach and I can hide together and not be seen while we get each other off. I know that we won’t survive this frenzied sexual heat all the way home. This time I take the lead, and we duck between two old buildings, into an alley that seems dark, even though the sun is still high in the sky. The shadows protect us as we find the perfect spot, where a sheltered stairwell appears behind the building as if it were calling to us. It’s cool sitting here on the steps, and deserted enough so we can play in peace.
Peach likes taking chances like this. I like taking chances when I’m as aroused as I am now.
She reaches to the hem of my skirt and I feel her hand explore until her fingers are at my cunt door and poking through.
“How does the ring feel to you?” I whisper to her as she gently grazes her hand over my new piercing.
“Oh, not now,” she says. To my disappointment, she’s suddenly perfectly happy to finger me until my crotch explodes and I buck against her hand. She always laps my cunt, but not this time. Still it surprises me that she ignores my new jewelry altogether. I know without her telling me, that she’s waiting for her special present, until we’re home again. I can only imagine now what she’ll do with it. I absurdly think of her hanging things from my cunt, making the ring protrude even more, making my labia out of kilter with the other side by attaching something heavy to this ring. That might please her sense of the bizarre.
After I climax, I press my lips against hers and flick my tongue inside her mouth. My own hand roams about her thighs and she begins to gasp. Just playing with her body, not even finding exposed skin, I find her alive with a powerful need. Before I even reach her cunt, her body tenses and she jerks spasmodically for several seconds. It’s a short quick orgasm. I call them her public orgasms because they happen so quickly. I’m often amazed by her easy performance. When we take our time, she has long rolling endings that I think will never stop. She swears mine are longer, but we’ve never kept time.
The sex makes me languid as we ride home in the heat. But my body has not been satisfied. My greatest pleasure is knowing we’ll spend the rest of the day and most of the next in bed together. I couldn’t have planned it better, even though I’m still angry that she takes such bold steps with me.
“Was there some reason for the choice of rings. It seems so deliberate?”
“I have petals, you have the rose,” she answers.
“Is that symbolic?” I wonder aloud.
“Perhaps,” she answers guardedly.
“Sometimes I don’t know what to make of you,” I tell her.
She chuckles. “You’re too cautious, you think too much,” she replies. She’s said this so often I’m sick of hearing those words, even when she’s right.
I drag Peach into bed when we get home. Familiar territory and I’m even more bold. It doesn’t have the same thrill as a semi-public place, but there’s a lot more possibility inside our four safe walls.
I’m lying back on the bed with Peach between my legs, my eyes staring up at her. I catch her expression when she finds the ring on my cunt. Like a kid opening a birthday present, her eyes are wide with glee. Then her tongue playfully flicks the funny thing. I’m gasping, realizing that I need more and more and more. She pulls at the ring just a little; but it’s sore, and I wince. She takes my naked labia into her mouth and sucks it hard. Then she sucks my clit, and it burns; the pressure she uses hurts, though it nonetheless arouses me even more. These are just preliminaries. She would like it rough tonight; and I’d like it that way too, except I’m careful with my tiny wound.
Three fingers press their way into my sloshy gate. I squeeze them as hard as I can, seeing her smile, seeing infinite pleasure written in her expression. I close my eyes and imagine even more, more jewelry, more fingers, more women. My imagination takes off into a crude flight of extremes, tricking my body into thinking that I’ve disappeared into a world of carnal creation where nothing but sensation matters.
This long wave of pleasure grabs me deeper than I’ve been grabbed in some time. Peach touches heaven with her skillful disregard to form. She breaks rules well, when I don’t. And now I’m grateful for every slap and pinch and bite, as the last waves of climax finally break on my cunt’s soft shores.
I give her everything she desires thereafter, with my hands and tongue. Her body rises and falls, riding a crest of waves that seem as unending as the ocean itself. I watch her firm strong thighs when they clench; I see the rose petals move as if they are waving in the breeze. She looks like raw lust, a bawdy obscene whore. (I imagine she’ll like my appraisal of her when she hears it.)
I often think, that though I have the corner on shadowy sexual fantasy, she has the daring essence to see it materialize. Times like this, she scares me.
She finishes, and we’re spent, at least until midnight, or whenever, when our bodies are aroused again.
This novel is available from Pink Flamingo Publications and the Erotic Book Network, along with ebook sites throughout the internet.
Copyright (c) Lizbeth Dusseau, all rights reserved.