Best Women’s Erotica 2014, edited by sex guru Violet Blue, is an anthology of erotica that centers around women’s pleasure, with stories that feature a wide array of steamy fantasies and sexual encounters.
I read the majority of Best Women’s Erotica 2014 on a bus to and from Houston, and I must admit it was somewhat challenging–not to read, the stories are extremely well written and enthralling–but to read without letting out a sigh during the hot encounter in a coffee shop bathroom or without doing what I’d do if I was at home (run and grab my nearest toy to join in with the character’s pleasure.) I will say I considered moving to the back of the bus, but I wasn’t feeling quite as daring as Mischievous Mindy from the story “Out in the Open.”
What I liked most about Best Women’s Erotica 2014 is that it was full of surprises–not just in the stories themselves, but in my reactions to them. I enjoyed those that featured my favorite fantasy scenarios, but I also found myself fascinated by situations I hadn’t considered before and by some that I don’t usually consider “my kinks.”
In the introduction, Violet Blue describes the heart of the purpose of the series, and I agree that it accomplishes exactly what it strives for:
“Once women uncork the possibilities of what they like in sexual fantasy and fetish erotica, they don’t stop at the first story that works for them. We keep going, and no, it doesn’t get old because we keep looking for more to turn us on and get us off–which exactly what this series sets out to do.”
To get a taste of what Best Women’s Erotica 2014 has to offer, here is an exclusive excerpt from one of my favorite stories, “In Threes” by Elizabeth Coldwell:
Lee took a couple of paces closer to the bed and the two men regarded one another, expressions inscrutable as they sized each other up. Butterflies whirled crazily in my stomach, as the reality of what I’d engineered struck home. Beginning to consider all the ways this situation could go wrong, I was stopped in my agitated mental tracks by Mitchell’s voice.
For the briefest of moments, I thought it might not happen. Then Lee’s hand was around my waist, pulling me to him so he could tug down the zip of my dress. Keeping just on the right side of roughness, he yanked each strap off my shoulder. The garment puddled at my feet in a soft heap of Pucci-printed viscose, leaving me in nothing but nude lace bra and high heels.
“And where are your panties?” Mitchell’s tone was that of the weary headmaster confronting a recalcitrant pupil, the tone that always let me know some kind of punishment was on the cards.
“In my handbag—Sir.” I fought the urge to cover my crotch with my hands, knowing both men would be enjoying the sight of my pink mound, covered only by a thin strip of hair.
“And what kind of slut walks the streets without her panties on?” he continued.
“This kind, Sir.” The kind that does it because you love it, I wanted to add. The kind who’ll make some wild suggestion to a guy she’s only seen twice about joining her and her lover for a threesome. The kind who hasn’t been fully bared yet and is desperate to be.
As if sensing my unspoken need, Lee flicked open the front catch of my bra and let my breasts fall free of the cups. Almost before I knew it, he’d caught hold of my wrists and used the bra to tie them together behind my back. Though not in my plans, or Mitchell’s as far as I knew, the impromptu bondage only served to make me wetter, more anxious for fulfillment.
Lee pushed me onto the bed. I landed facedown, my nose only inches away from Mitchell’s terry-covered crotch. With a grin, he pulled the folds of toweling away, and I gazed on the fat bulk of his erect cock, the foreskin peeled away to reveal the tender core within. My mouth watered in response to the sight and smell of him.
“Suck me,” he ordered, “and do a good job, or it’ll be the worse for your ass.”
Crawling into position wasn’t easy, my movements hampered as they were by my bound wrists. But I got myself settled over Mitchell’s dick, and ran my tongue over the head, just the quickest of flicks, to lap up the juice that welled from its tip.
“Not good enough, slut.” Mitchell slapped my ass, with a crisp, upward stroke that stung only a little. In my eyeline, I saw movement; heard the rustling of clothing being removed. I’d wanted to watch Lee undress, but the two men had contrived to deny me that treat. Who’d set this whole thing up? I wondered, as I took more of Mitchell’s length in my mouth. Who was in charge here?
Not me, that became all too clear, as I felt Lee’s hands on my asscheeks, pulling them wide apart. Helpless to prevent myself being spread for his gaze, I could only imagine how I looked to him. He’d be able to see everything, even the dark, wrinkled star of my asshole. This was what I’d wanted, to be open and available for both men to use. And now I had Mitchell’s cock in my mouth, leaking its salty juices as I sucked him, and Lee’s hand probing between my legs, tracing the length of my crease.
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