Showing posts with label FF erotica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FF erotica. Show all posts

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Sizzling Sunday: Hot Brides in Vegas - #FFErotica #SizzlingSunday #VegasBabes

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Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday. Today I’ve got a steamy Sapphic snippet from my light-hearted erotica novella Hot Brides in Vegas, Vegas Babes Book One. This book includes quite a bit of lesbian action - but then, it has almost every kind of action!

Anyway, enjoy!

Blurb

Francesca Torellis tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out for a stag night, exploring the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her bridesmaids Laura and Chantal are stuck at the resort under the watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia, who has promised her brother that Franny will come to the altar a virgin.

Frustrated and annoyed by these double standards, the young women hatch a plan to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own. With the help of a susceptible concierge, a butch ex-cop limo driver and a scandalous French couturiere, they find their way to The Foxs Den, the most exclusiveand outrageous—gentlemen’s club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers, bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous Amateur Night.

The gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.

Will love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there a difference?

Excerpt

Fran had seen a lot that day. None of it had prepared her for the scene that confronted her.

Mirrored make-up stations lined the walls on the left and right. Straight ahead of her, at the back of the spacious room, there was a seating area with a small sofa and two chairs. A creamy-skinned redhead sprawled on the sofa, with her head thrown back against the cushions and her legs spread wide. A slender woman knelt between those splayed thighs, face buried in the first woman’s cunt.

Shiny black hair cascaded down her spine to graze the dimples at the top of her surprisingly full ass. Her right hand stretched upward to play with the redhead’s ample breasts. Her left hand was hidden. The woman’s rhythmic motions suggested where that hand might be found.

A third girl, a plump blonde, lay on her back on the carpet with her head near the kneeling girl’s ass. With the fingers of one hand she probed the shadowy crevice between the brunette’s buttocks, while she delved into her own snatch with the other.

Sighs and moans filled the room, along with a strong scent of pussy. The women squirmed, bucking and grinding against one another. Francesca’s clit swelled and throbbed, while wetness trickled down her already slick inner thighs. She cupped her palm over her pubis, rubbing hard. She simply couldn’t stop herself.

A pre-orgasmic spike of pleasure shimmered through her. Eyes glued to the naked women writhing just a few feet from her, she squeezed and stroked herself through her dress and her thong. It was not enough.

She sank to her knees, crumpled her chiffon skirt to her waist, and thrust her whole hand under the elastic of her brief panties. Oh, better, much better, to feel bare skin on her slick folds! With her thumb on her clit and three fingers deep in her hole, she climbed quickly. The girls entwined on the sofa seemed to follow her up the path to climax.

The redhead arched her back with a wild cry and ground herself into the brunette’s face. Grabbing handfuls of silky hair, she pulled the other girl deeper. Blondie frigged herself so violently it seemed she might tear herself open. Meanwhile she had three fingers embedded in the brunette’s asshole.

That was what pushed Francesca over the edge—the sight of those plump digits stretching the tight ring of muscle guarding the other girl’s anus, along with the thought of how that violation might feel. Did Jake really want her that way? Her cunt muscles clenched around her fingers and liquid gushed over her hand. Pleasure surged through her, racing through her limbs and leaving her weak.

The blonde and the brunette scream in unison as they simultaneously reached their peaks. She collapsed on the carpet, limp but still tingling with arousal.

Ahem.”

Francesca opened her eyes. Laura and Chantal were staring at her in shock. Linda stood next to them with her arms akimbo, a tolerant smile lighting her face.

Jeanette—Lily—Katie—if I could interrupt you for a moment… These young ladies are here for Amateur Night.”

On the sofa, the three girls had untangled themselves from one another. They sat up and grinned at the newcomers, seeming totally unconcerned that they’d been observed in their Sapphic exertions. The blonde licked her sticky, pussy-drenched fingers, then waved.

Hi there! Sorry about that. I’m Jeanette. Welcome to The Fox’s Den.” She pinched one of the ginger-haired woman’s fat nipples. The redhead let out a throaty moan. “This is Katie.”

Hi!” she said, batting her long eyelashes.

And I’m Lily, of course.” With heart-stopping grace, the willowy Asian woman rolled onto her heels, then to a standing position. As she approached them, her hand outstretched in welcome, Francesca saw that her cheeks were shiny with her partner’s juices. Her pink, pointed tongue darted out to gather the residual dew from her bow-shaped lips.

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Sunday, January 7, 2018

Sizzling Sunday: Hot Brides in Vegas -- #FF #erotica #XRated @LarryArcher

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Time for another Sizzling Sunday post! Here’s an X-rated FF excerpt from Hot Brides in Vegas, to warm you up, if you happen to be one of the millions in the US battling the deep freeze!

Never underestimate the power of a horny bride.

Francesca Torellis tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out for a stag night, exploring the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her bridesmaids Laura and Chantal are stuck at the resort under the watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia, who has promised her brother that Franny will come to the altar a virgin.

Frustrated and annoyed by these double standards, the young women hatch a plan to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own. With the help of a susceptible concierge, a butch ex-cop limo driver and a scandalous French couturiere, they find their way to The Foxs Den, the most exclusiveand outrageous—gentlemen’s club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers, bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous Amateur Night.

The gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.

Will love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there a difference?




She brought her face to Francesca’s. Her mouth was soft, her lips smooth. She tasted familiar. It took a moment for Fran to realize that Lily must use the same minty toothpaste she did.

Instinct made her return the kiss. Honestly, she didn’t think about it. Jake always joked about her being orally-fixated—luckily for him! She loved kissing, licking, sucking, and of course giving head. Sometimes she’d start at his toes and lick her way all the way up his legs, along his sensitive inner thighs to his balls. She’d hover there, circling the base of his cock but not touching the shaft or the knob, until he was crazy with need. Instead of giving him what he craved, she’d bypass the main attraction, moving up to his nipples, where she’d nuzzle and nip until he started to beg. Only then would she relent and swallow his rod, sucking him till he filled her mouth with his cream.

So it felt quite natural for her to press her lips against Lily’s, to trace their plump outline, then slip her tongue inside the other girl’s mouth. It was just a kiss, a luscious, juicy French kiss with a peculiar flavor that Fran couldn’t immediately identify, a flavor that overwhelmed the peppermint. 
 
Lily’s lips were tangy with an undertone that made Francesca think of the sea. Strange, but strangely arousing, too.

Lily responded with enthusiasm, pulling Francesca into her arms and mashing the bride-to-be’s chiffon-veiled tits against her own chest. That felt good, too, the warmth, the pressure and the friction—not to mention the sense of being desired.

When the Asian woman’s hand crept under Fran’s skirt to stroke her pussy, however, Francesca
stiffened.

Wait,” she said, pulling away from Lily’s embrace. “I’ve never…”

There’s a first time for everything,” Lily replied, her voice husky with lust. “Don’t you want to?” She’d slipped off the couch and was on her knees once more, near Francesca’s feet. Her lovely oval face tilted upward, a question in her dark eyes. She licked her lips with a hunger that made Francesca shiver with mingled fear and want. “If you’ll let me, I can make you feel really good…”

Without waiting for Fran’s assent, she pushed the voluminous skirt out of the way and hooked the elastic waistband of the thong, dragging it down to Fran’s ankles with a deftness that suggested substantial experience. Pressing her palms against Francesca’s inner thighs, she opened her wide.

Oh, you smell wonderful!” Lily exclaimed, leaning forward to breathe in Francesca’s musky scent.I’ll bet you taste delicious, too.” She extended her tongue to lick gently at the other woman’s labia.

Francesca shuddered and moaned. “Oh, please—wait—I’m not sure…”

Lily prodded Fran’s swollen clit. Electric pleasure jolted her. “Just relax and enjoy, sweet. Think of it as my wedding present.”

Think? As the stripper went to work on her pussy, pretty much every thought left Francesca’s head. She’d thought Jake was skilled in oral sex. This woman made him look like an amateur.

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And if this book appeals to you.. check out Larry Archer’s lesbian romance Nina the Fallen Ballerina. Set in the same universe, Larry’s book tells the story of a young woman whose dreams were frustrated—until she walked in the door of The Fox’s Den!

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Sunday Snog 232: Nasty Business (FF) (#LGBTQ #BDSM #oral)

I have something different for today’s snog—a very raw and intense FF oral excerpt from Nasty Business. That novel’s main plot follows a M/F relationship, but there is also a F/F BDSM subplot.

After you’ve finished my excerpt, head over to Victoria’s for more Sunday orality!

If you enjoy lesbian erotica, read on!



You're so beautiful, Margaret,” she murmurs, dipping once again into the well of honey between her legs. “I want you so much. Don’t you want me?” She holds her hand out to me, appealing, almost waif-like. Without thinking, I take her proffered fingers into my mouth.

Her taste is simultaneously strange and familiar. Pungent, salty, rich, wild, embarrassing, and forbidden. My own juices spill over in response. She sees the evidence of my excitement and smiles at my silent answer. Lightly, she gathers a droplet from my thighs and licks it off her finger. Her eyes close as she savors me, and I am reminded of some flaxen-haired medieval angel, consumed by mystic ecstasy.

Sudden, fierce lust shatters my dreamy composure. I want her, want to take her, use her, devour her. Slipping off my chaise, I kneel at her side and take her face in my hands. Then I suck her into a long, violent kiss that leaves us both breathless. With one hand I am twisting her nipple, while the other probes her drenched pussy. I’ve never done anything like this before, and yet I know what I am doing, know from touching myself how to touch her.

Luna whimpers under my assault, arches her body and tries to force my fingers deeper insider her. “Oh, yes, please, yes…”

You like this, Luna?” She can’t answer, she’s too far gone, but I know that I am giving her what she wants. I’ve found the slippery nub of her clit. I roll it between my thumb and forefinger, kneading and twisting, pulling until her hips rise right off the chaise trying to follow. I am not gentle; she does not want gentleness.

I release her clit, giving her a moment’s respite, then press my palm against her mound and push all four fingers into her cunt. She screams and I feel the shudders gathering in her flesh. I remove my hand completely. She whimpers in frustration, then sighs as I slip my index finger back into her folds and wiggle it playfully.

Her depths are lined with slick velvet. As I explore her, she shivers and moans. “More, please! More!” I lean down and take a cherry nipple between my lips, marveling at the nubby texture of the swollen flesh against my tongue. So sweet, so juicy, I cannot help biting down on that lush morsel. Luna yells and writhes against my hand. She grabs it by the wrist and tries to force all my fingers into her soaked cunt.

Nasty girl,” I say, pulling away from her. Her nipples pout insolently. On a whim, I slap one breast with an open palm. My own skin stings as I watch hers redden. Her eyes are closed, her lips half-open. As an experiment, I lay stinging blow on the opposite breast. Her pelvis jerks and grinds in response.

She wants it hard, wants it rough. I see this with sudden clarity. And I want to give it to her. “Knees up,” I say brusquely, amazed at the authority in my voice. “Feet on the chaise, thighs spread wide. And don't you dare to touch yourself.” Luna hastens to obey and I know that my intuitions are correct.

The undersides of her thighs are a creamy gold. I remember Liu’s leather strap and wonder what marks it would make on that succulent flesh. I’m just looking, not touching. Luna rotates her hips obscenely, inviting me.

Little slut,” I whisper, “be careful what you wish for.” I lean down and hold open her lower lips, breathing deeply. Her fragrance makes me ache. I can see her clitoris, shiny with her secretions. It juts out, yearning, just below the champagne-colored down on her pubis.

Saliva gathers in my mouth. I’m hungry for her. I capture the sensitive little nub between my lips. She shudders at first contact. Then I sink my teeth into her, at the same time forcing three fingers deep into her vagina.

Luna lets out a long wail of pain, pleasure, or both. Her muscles convulse around my hand. Hot liquid drenches my fingers. For long minutes her flesh quivers around me, as I continue to worry her clit with my mouth.

My own sex quivers in sympathy. I am far from climax, but I am incredibly aroused by this woman, and by what I am doing to her. I remember Liu telling me that power was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I did not understand him then, but I think I am beginning to see what he meant. I slide my fingers out of Luna’s sex and lean back, watching her.

Luna’s breathing has slowed. She opens her eyes and gazes at me with something like adoration. “Oh God! That was wonderful,” she murmurs. “Thank you.” She reaches for me. “Now let me please you…”

I pull away from her, rising to my feet. “Not here. Let’s go to your room.”

Of course,” she says, leading the way into the dim interior. I gather my clothing as I pass, some part of me realizing that I want to keep this a secret, for now.

Her room faces the hillside. This late in the afternoon, it is quite dim. She lights several candles and I catch the scents of vanilla and clove. She stands before me, eager and strangely innocent. I ache with desire for her, desire fed, strangely, by the notion that she is Rick’s lover.

Luna.” My voice is quiet but commanding. “Eat me.” I seat myself on her bed and spread my legs wide. I am barely in position before she is kneeling before me. Delicately she parts my fleece and leans forward, breathing in my aroma. She sighs in delight.

I thrust my fingers into her tangled locks and raise her face to mine. “What are you waiting for?” I draw her face into my crotch. She needs no further encouragement.

Her tongue is hot and agile. I can feel every motion, every gesture. She swirls it around my clit, spreads my labia with broad, wet strokes, makes little plunging thrusts into my cunt. I grind my sex against her face, soaking her with my secretions, smothering her in my heat. My forcefulness only makes her more eager. She nips at me like a little dog, then lovingly licks and slobbers all over me.

I tremble, on the verge of orgasm, hovering there for long frustrating minutes. She senses my imminent climax and works harder. I try to relax, to let go of my thoughts, my stubborn inhibitions. I feel guilty, keeping her from satisfaction by not taking my own.

She doesn’t seem to mind. Taking a moment for breath, she gazes up at me, face slick with my juices. Her angelic smile refuels my lust. “I told you to eat my pussy, slut,” I tell her, forcing her head back down. Her pliancy thrills me. She attacks my cunt with renewed vigor, until I’m twisting and screaming under her mouth.
I’m so close now, I need just one push to topple me into oblivion. Then she gives me that push. Without preamble, she reaches between my splayed thighs and slips one wet finger deep into my anus. It’s pain and it’s bliss. It’s a violation and ultimate intimacy. It’s enough to make me explode, finally and utterly.