My snog today is from my F/F short story The Late Show, coming soon in Best Lesbian Erotica 2015. The kiss is barely there - but there's enough emotion in this excerpt, I think, to carry a snog.
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The
powerful cycle whipped around the corner and raced through the
shadowy streets. I hung on for dear life, my arms around Haley's
waist, my chest pressed against her warm back. I tried to ignore the
effects of her closeness. I shut out the quivering pleasure set up by
the engine's vibrations between my splayed thighs. Enough
sex tonight, I told myself. Enough.
I
couldn't see much, but after five minutes I knew we were going in the
wrong direction. For one thing, we were climbing.
“Hey!”
I yelled. The wind whisked my voice away. “Where are you taking
me?” I pounded my fists against Haley's back. She paid no attention
whatsoever. She might have been made of granite.
When
the engine died, I snatched off the helmet. “What do you think
you're doing? You think this is funny?”
Haley
shook her head. “Not funny at all, Di.” Something in her tone
froze my indignation.
I
looked around. “Broad Hill. I haven't been up here since...” The
town stretched below us like a set of toys, glittering and unreal.
“Yeah.
Me neither.” She stepped toward me.
“Haley,
please...no.” When she gathered me into her arms, though, I didn't
fight – not her at least. I only fought myself. Her kiss was gentle
as mist.
“I'm
leaving tomorrow, Di. Come with me.”
Oh
God. Her scent. Her voice. The flow of hard muscle under her
sun-bronzed skin.
“I
can't. You know I can't. I have a child, Haley...”
Her
hands wandered over my curves, waking pleasure everywhere they
touched. “We're good together, Di. We always were.”
“Yes,
but ...”
“You
made the wrong choice last time. Not everyone gets a second chance.
Choose me, baby. I swear I'll make you happy.”
She
cupped my pubis through my skirt, waking echoes of orgasms, recent
and remembered.
“You
deserve this, Di, after all the shit he put you through.” With a
simple tweak of my nipple, she rekindled the fever.
She
was right. I deserved better. I'd had better and I'd thrown it away
for social status and acceptability. I'd thought that Haley was just
a fling. I was so, so wrong.
