SYNOPSIS
Passion. Sex. Aggression. Lust. Indulgence. Intimacy. Desire. Fantasy. Pleasure. Romance. Come learn the true meaning of the words inside one cover. Take a break and get engulfed with pages and pages of lesbian erotica at its best. Explore what really goes on in bedrooms, cars, work offices, night clubs, and/or hotel rooms when two women want nothing more than to ravish one another at any given time of the day or night, no matter what or who is going on in their lives. Will it be the femmes who consume you or the studs to make you leak? Read with caution. You have been warned.

“Come here, Trinity.”
I said nothing as Scar leaned against the wall at the opposite side of the room with her strap dangling from inside of her boxers, while topless. Her nipples were erect and her skin shimmered. Her eyes were low, hands behind her back, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
I leaned against the wall fully-clothed and nervous. I asked for this with all of my complaining of past lovers who all did the same, old thing. She warned me before I had gotten into my car to come over that she was not average in the bedroom. She told me that all boundaries were left at the door and anything that she said was law. She told me not to be a bad girl, bad girls got into trouble.
She greeted me at the door making me drop my purse at the entrance and removing my shoes because they made me a bit taller than her. She didn’t like that. This was the first time in my life that I had ever allowed someone else to be in control of me or my body. She pointed at a door and told me to walk through it. I opened that lonely door and hesitated at the top of the stairs that were shadowed by darkness. I looked back at her.
“Go.” Scar said then pointed.
I walked down the stairs as though there were a blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t see a single thing as I descended with the wall guiding me. I stopped at the bottom now holding onto the rail. Minutes later, she joined me flipping on a single light, exposing to me her unmarked caramel complexion. She didn’t seem nervous at all that this was the first time she and I would consummate.
“Come here,” she said firmer this time.
My feet guided me with caution. The left then the right. Was she going to hurt me? The concrete floor was cold beneath my feet as I walked toward her matching her intense stare. She snatched my hair, pulling out the hair tie that was holding it up.
“Why did you make me repeat myself?” she asked.
I whispered, “I’m afraid.”
She ran her free hand over my breast, sliding them down to my pussy, grabbing my lips through the tights I slipped on just to be there. She pulled me closer, curving her hand between my legs. She bit down on my neck.
“Don’t make me repeat myself again,” she said, releasing my hair.
I was then pushed against the wall in a frisk position. I panted as I watched her next move. She reached over to the stand beside us, grabbing for scissors.
What the… I thought in hopes that my hair was not her target. I couldn’t disobey now.
I sighed relief as she cut my shirt and bra from my body and threw them on the floor. I was ragdoll as she now swung me to face her. I held my arms up over my breast because I wasn’t as bold as she was nor was I as comfortable with my body. She pushed them down not caring about my insecurities. She placed the scissors at the tip of my pants. The metal was cold against my stomach. She cut those too, right down each leg. They fell to my feet. She tossed the scissors to the side and lifted me around her waist, carrying me over to what looked like a stone bed. It had no sheets and no pillows. It was just a flat surface at perfect height for her to fuck me. It was just as cold as the floor as she placed me on top of it. All I could think as she stood before me and pushed my hair from my face to kiss me was how badly I wanted this, wanted her. Our tongues danced in each other mouths for over five minutes as our heads moved side-to-side. She tasted good. My ass slid across the cold surface as she pulled me toward her, now using her tongue to draw a path to my pussy.
“Lay back,” she said.
I did as I was told as chilled surfaced stiffened my body. She used the tip of her tongue to separate my lips. She pushed her tongue deep inside of me, while sliding up to my clit to suck on my pearl. She pulled me from the table, making me place my feet on the floor and turning me around to bend me over. She pulled my hands behind my back binding me in wrist cuffs. I turned to look at her. My heart was beating fast.
“Don’t look at me,” she said, giving my ass a hard smack.
I gasped. “The cuffs are too tight.”
She slapped my ass again making sure to hit the same spot, but harder this time. “You’re worried about the wrong thing.”
“They hurt,” I whined
She firmly slapped my ass again. “Why are you still talking?”
I bit down on my lip to keep myself from screaming as she slapped my ass repeatedly to reminded me of who was in control. The sting from her hand hurt at first, then it became a sensation that I could get used, one I could crave for weeks to come. My eyes began to water as she continued to smack me. I didn’t remember ass whippings feeling this good. This, was pleasurable pain.
She leaned over my back to whisper into my ear. “Do you trust me?” she asked.
I nodded, unable to utter a word, because they were all stuck in my dry throat. She walked away and came back, holding my head up and placing a glass with wine to my lips. I sipped a little and she poured the rest down my spine. I flinched only a little. She then followed the red trails sucking up each drop. I needed this for the next move as she wrapped a silk scarf around my neck. The scarf was also wrapped around each of her hands.
“Are you sure you trust me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
She tightened the scarf around my neck, choking me lightly, before sliding her strap into my throbbing pussy. She held the tip inside of me. I wanted her to fuck me. I needed her to fuck me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes, fuck me.”
“Beg.”
“Please. Please fuck me.” I panted.
She pushed her strap inside of me, giving it a good thrust. She was brutal as she drilled me over and over again, while still choking me just her silk scarf. I couldn’t fight if I wanted as my wrist were still bound. I needed to do something as my leg muscles tightened.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed. My body wanted to collapse, but suddenly, she stopped. I body fell forward against the hard surface with a thud. I heard a glass being sat down and liquid pouring. I turned to look at her. She was sipping wine.
Calmly she stated before tilting her glass up, “You cum when I tell you to.”
I wanted her back inside of me. The orgasm that was building ceased and I tried to catch my breath. She lifted me from the surface, stepping in front of me and sitting down. She spread my legs and pulled me on top of her, undoing my cuffs as I slid down onto her strap. She felt so good. It was a moment that I wanted to freeze as she lifted my hips to make my ass drop against her thighs. She wrapped the scarf around my neck once, tightening and loosening it around my neck. I bit down on her collar and dug my nails into her back the instant my hands were free. She grunted when my teeth met her skin.
“Bite me harder,” she said.
I bit down, pushing more into her skin, afraid to hurt her, but it seemed that she wanted me to as moans escaped her lips.
“Harder, Trinity. Hurt me,” she said as her hips thrust upward to meet my pelvis. She removed the scarf now using her hand to choke me. “Cum. Cum now,” she demanded.
How did she know? I couldn’t hold it in any longer. She rubbed my clit with her thumb as I bounced up and down on her strap. My body was doing something it had never done before. I looked down as I climaxed only to see that I was squirting all over Scar. She smiled as I released and my moans echoed my lack of control to the sensations my body was feeling.
I could barely walk up the stairs; Scar assisted me as I walked to her bathroom to wash my body before lying down with her. I stood in her mirror looking at her hand prints on my neck and ass. My knees were bruised and my wrists were marked from the wrist cuffs. Scar walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had torn the skin on her back from scratching her so hard, but she was unaffected. I smiled at my bruises as I touched them, then I walked over to Scar and kissed her lightly on the neck. I wanted more.
“I don’t think you left your mark on me,” I said seductively while pulling back the shower curtain.
“Is that right?” Scar asked, stepping into the shower. “Please. Join me.”
Sex would never be the same for me again.
I said nothing as Scar leaned against the wall at the opposite side of the room with her strap dangling from inside of her boxers, while topless. Her nipples were erect and her skin shimmered. Her eyes were low, hands behind her back, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
I leaned against the wall fully-clothed and nervous. I asked for this with all of my complaining of past lovers who all did the same, old thing. She warned me before I had gotten into my car to come over that she was not average in the bedroom. She told me that all boundaries were left at the door and anything that she said was law. She told me not to be a bad girl, bad girls got into trouble.
She greeted me at the door making me drop my purse at the entrance and removing my shoes because they made me a bit taller than her. She didn’t like that. This was the first time in my life that I had ever allowed someone else to be in control of me or my body. She pointed at a door and told me to walk through it. I opened that lonely door and hesitated at the top of the stairs that were shadowed by darkness. I looked back at her.
“Go.” Scar said then pointed.
I walked down the stairs as though there were a blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t see a single thing as I descended with the wall guiding me. I stopped at the bottom now holding onto the rail. Minutes later, she joined me flipping on a single light, exposing to me her unmarked caramel complexion. She didn’t seem nervous at all that this was the first time she and I would consummate.
“Come here,” she said firmer this time.
My feet guided me with caution. The left then the right. Was she going to hurt me? The concrete floor was cold beneath my feet as I walked toward her matching her intense stare. She snatched my hair, pulling out the hair tie that was holding it up.
“Why did you make me repeat myself?” she asked.
I whispered, “I’m afraid.”
She ran her free hand over my breast, sliding them down to my pussy, grabbing my lips through the tights I slipped on just to be there. She pulled me closer, curving her hand between my legs. She bit down on my neck.
“Don’t make me repeat myself again,” she said, releasing my hair.
I was then pushed against the wall in a frisk position. I panted as I watched her next move. She reached over to the stand beside us, grabbing for scissors.
What the… I thought in hopes that my hair was not her target. I couldn’t disobey now.
I sighed relief as she cut my shirt and bra from my body and threw them on the floor. I was ragdoll as she now swung me to face her. I held my arms up over my breast because I wasn’t as bold as she was nor was I as comfortable with my body. She pushed them down not caring about my insecurities. She placed the scissors at the tip of my pants. The metal was cold against my stomach. She cut those too, right down each leg. They fell to my feet. She tossed the scissors to the side and lifted me around her waist, carrying me over to what looked like a stone bed. It had no sheets and no pillows. It was just a flat surface at perfect height for her to fuck me. It was just as cold as the floor as she placed me on top of it. All I could think as she stood before me and pushed my hair from my face to kiss me was how badly I wanted this, wanted her. Our tongues danced in each other mouths for over five minutes as our heads moved side-to-side. She tasted good. My ass slid across the cold surface as she pulled me toward her, now using her tongue to draw a path to my pussy.
“Lay back,” she said.
I did as I was told as chilled surfaced stiffened my body. She used the tip of her tongue to separate my lips. She pushed her tongue deep inside of me, while sliding up to my clit to suck on my pearl. She pulled me from the table, making me place my feet on the floor and turning me around to bend me over. She pulled my hands behind my back binding me in wrist cuffs. I turned to look at her. My heart was beating fast.
“Don’t look at me,” she said, giving my ass a hard smack.
I gasped. “The cuffs are too tight.”
She slapped my ass again making sure to hit the same spot, but harder this time. “You’re worried about the wrong thing.”
“They hurt,” I whined
She firmly slapped my ass again. “Why are you still talking?”
I bit down on my lip to keep myself from screaming as she slapped my ass repeatedly to reminded me of who was in control. The sting from her hand hurt at first, then it became a sensation that I could get used, one I could crave for weeks to come. My eyes began to water as she continued to smack me. I didn’t remember ass whippings feeling this good. This, was pleasurable pain.
She leaned over my back to whisper into my ear. “Do you trust me?” she asked.
I nodded, unable to utter a word, because they were all stuck in my dry throat. She walked away and came back, holding my head up and placing a glass with wine to my lips. I sipped a little and she poured the rest down my spine. I flinched only a little. She then followed the red trails sucking up each drop. I needed this for the next move as she wrapped a silk scarf around my neck. The scarf was also wrapped around each of her hands.
“Are you sure you trust me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
She tightened the scarf around my neck, choking me lightly, before sliding her strap into my throbbing pussy. She held the tip inside of me. I wanted her to fuck me. I needed her to fuck me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes, fuck me.”
“Beg.”
“Please. Please fuck me.” I panted.
She pushed her strap inside of me, giving it a good thrust. She was brutal as she drilled me over and over again, while still choking me just her silk scarf. I couldn’t fight if I wanted as my wrist were still bound. I needed to do something as my leg muscles tightened.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed. My body wanted to collapse, but suddenly, she stopped. I body fell forward against the hard surface with a thud. I heard a glass being sat down and liquid pouring. I turned to look at her. She was sipping wine.
Calmly she stated before tilting her glass up, “You cum when I tell you to.”
I wanted her back inside of me. The orgasm that was building ceased and I tried to catch my breath. She lifted me from the surface, stepping in front of me and sitting down. She spread my legs and pulled me on top of her, undoing my cuffs as I slid down onto her strap. She felt so good. It was a moment that I wanted to freeze as she lifted my hips to make my ass drop against her thighs. She wrapped the scarf around my neck once, tightening and loosening it around my neck. I bit down on her collar and dug my nails into her back the instant my hands were free. She grunted when my teeth met her skin.
“Bite me harder,” she said.
I bit down, pushing more into her skin, afraid to hurt her, but it seemed that she wanted me to as moans escaped her lips.
“Harder, Trinity. Hurt me,” she said as her hips thrust upward to meet my pelvis. She removed the scarf now using her hand to choke me. “Cum. Cum now,” she demanded.
How did she know? I couldn’t hold it in any longer. She rubbed my clit with her thumb as I bounced up and down on her strap. My body was doing something it had never done before. I looked down as I climaxed only to see that I was squirting all over Scar. She smiled as I released and my moans echoed my lack of control to the sensations my body was feeling.
I could barely walk up the stairs; Scar assisted me as I walked to her bathroom to wash my body before lying down with her. I stood in her mirror looking at her hand prints on my neck and ass. My knees were bruised and my wrists were marked from the wrist cuffs. Scar walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had torn the skin on her back from scratching her so hard, but she was unaffected. I smiled at my bruises as I touched them, then I walked over to Scar and kissed her lightly on the neck. I wanted more.
“I don’t think you left your mark on me,” I said seductively while pulling back the shower curtain.
“Is that right?” Scar asked, stepping into the shower. “Please. Join me.”
Sex would never be the same for me again.