erotica

Butch/Femme dynamics have always held a special place in my heart.  Alright, in my heart and in my pants.  Yep, I think butch/femme dynamics are super duper hot.  There is something about the delicious performances of masculinity and femininity that fit within that queer framework that give my bottom that special tingle.  Maybe it’s because I identify as a femme and I’ve always had my eye on masculine-identified queers, be they butch women or transgender men.  Or maybe it’s just this amazing subset of society that has a rich history that I find alluring. Either way, I totally jumped at the chance to read and review Sometimes She Lets Me: Best Butch/Femme Erotica edited by Tristan Taormino.

I guess before I go on, I should probably give a rundown of what are butch/femme dynamics.  The whole thing is a much bigger conversation than I can fit in this post, but here are the basics.  While a person’s sex is male or female (though there are plenty of intersex folks as well!), the genders that they take on are masculinity and femininity.  Anyone can take on any role and perform gender in the way that they feel most comfortable.

For some queer or lesbian-identified women, feminine presentation and gender roles are not their preference and they instead gravitate to a more masculine presentation, and still identify as a woman.  Femmes, on the other hand, are women that embrace femininity, but do so in a more performed, intentional way.  While there are tons of relationships that include two (or more) butches, and two (or more) femmes, what I am talking about by butch/femme dynamics, I am referring to the ways that butches and femmes interact and relate with one and another.   There has been a lot of tension in the community in the past (and present) about butches and femmes replicating hetero-normative culture and perpetuating stifling gender roles, but we aren’t here to talk about that now… we are here to talk about how very hot these dynamics and relationships can be! Alright, now that we’ve got the initial info down, let’s get to it!

Along with having a thing for butch/femme dynamics, I also have a major boner for written erotica.  I’ve always been hot for the written word, but I’m pretty sure that watching porno for a full-time job has my visual erotica response dulled, which has increased my excitement for erotic writing.  And since “Sometimes She Lets Me” mixes two things that make me incredibly hot, it only stands to reason that this book should light me on fire.  And oh, did it ever.

Each of the 23 stories in this erotic anthology of hotness is perfectly crafted – never revealing too much too soon or dragging along.  In fact, each story is executed exquisitely, with just the right build up, climax and cool down.  Sound familiar?  And it doesn’t just read like a delicious orgasm, it doles them out, one after another, story after story making the reader’s face flush with that special red of arousal.  Or maybe that was just me.

I’m not even sure how to talk about which were my favorite stories, because each of the 23 had their own piece that tickled both my fancy and my bottom.  I will say that the folks who I knew would be amazing (like Sinclair Sexsmith and S. Bear Bergman) were every bit as alluring and wonderful as I had hoped, and many new names for me are now prominently etched into the subconscious of my spank bank.  Need I say anymore?

If you are into butch/femme dynamics, or even just like hot erotica, Sometimes She Lets Me needs to make it onto your reading list/bedside table!

No Comments »

Author:PandorasBox Category: Science Fiction

She tossed and turned; lost in an erotic dream. The images were so vivid that she could almost taste the salt from the sea. It was the beach dream again. The one that leaves her covered in sweat when she wakes up.

Night after night, it’s the same. She is walking down a deserted beach at dusk. The sun is low, coloring the sky in pinks, reds, and purples. The evening is warm, and the air is thick with the scent of tropical blossoms. Warm water from the turquoise colored sea laps at her ankles, as she strolls down the white sand.

In her dream, she is always perfect. A small bikini top encases her firm, bouncy breasts. Tiny triangles barely cover her coral colored nipples, which are forever erect despite the warmth of the day. She is tanned all over from the many days of sunbathing nude. Her body, lean and toned, glistened in the remaining light of the day.

She was proud of her body, with it’s tiny waist and softly rounded hips. Never in real life would she wear a white bikini, much less a thong one. The tiny scrap of material nestled tightly in her crack displayed her round, lush ass. A filmy sarong made of the finest silk rode low on her hips, flaring open with every step her long legs made.

Glad that she endured the pain of a Brazilian wax job, she knew that her bare genitals were smooth and pink. It was by accident that she figured out how sensitive her pussy was without hair. But, that is another story.

As always, she is aroused. In every dream she has her pussy is often on fire – swollen and throbbing with need. The thong helps though. If she moves her hips the right way, the snug scrap massages her whole slit. All she needs is another to help ease the burning want. Who would the dream pick this time?

The beach is deserted; no one in sight. The fragrant night air whips through her long red hair, which is tousled from a day of lounging on the beach. She sits down, feeling the fine grain of the sand scratch against her naked cheeks. Untying the sarong, she lets it fall out, baring her lower body. The tide is coming in.

A daring wave crashes to shore, wetting her. She opens her legs wider, as the next one makes it way to her. The luke warm water tickles her pussy, but it’s not enough. Instead of putting the flames out, the teasing wave dashes out quickly. She’s frustrated.

Her thong ties at the hips, and she is glad for that. Now, her pink slit is bare. Opening her legs wider, she gently spreads her puffy lips. She has always loved how her pussy looked. Fat, hairless lips surround another pair of smaller ones. The delicate skin covering her was the shade of the most delicious cotton candy.

Using her middle finger, she pressed inward, causing her petals to open. She was wet and not from the ocean. Read the rest of this entry »

Comments Off

Author:tandrluv2swing Category: Penetration

We were standing under the carport after me just having finished giving Tim a blowjob like my husband requested. Travis motioned for me to come over to where he was sitting. He started kissing me and told me it made him very turned on watching me swallow Tim’s cock. I had enough vodka to drink that I was feeling very laid back and told him he needed to do something for me since I had done something for him.

Travis asked what it was that I wanted and I told him I wanted some cock in me. Travis stood up, pulled my jeans down, leaned me over the hood of my truck and started pounding me from behind. He was really getting into it, asking me, “Is this what you want?”

I could barely do more than moan, it was feeling so good to me. I had my arms stretched out across the hood of my truck, leaning over the truck. My tits were rubbing up and down as he pounded me from behind. I was really starting to get into it when he turned me around and told me to lay down on the porch and put my feet up on the side of the carport which hung really low next to our porch. I was laying on my back with my feet propped up on the carport and the next thing I know, Travis had motioned for Tim to come over to me, and he slowly put his cock inside of me, moaning as he entered me, telling me how my pussy was the tightest pussy he had ever been inside before.

He kept moving at the slow pace until he had put the entire 8 inches inside of me. He started getting into a good rhythm, pounding my pussy good. When he started to get ready to cum, Travis pushed him to the side and then he slid his throbbing cock into me. He started pounding his cock into me just as hard and fast as Tim had been. I was on cloud nine by then, having two hard throbbing cocks taking turns pounding my pussy hard. It was more than I could take and I exclaimed,” Oh my God! I am cumming!!”

As I started to convulse with the contractions of my body, I felt Travis empty his load into me. Tim, not one to be left out, took Travis’ place and finished what he had started earlier. He only had to pound on it for just a minute until he was cumming as well. When he withdrew his cock, we all three were just sitting there on the porch, realizing that traffic had been coming by and Tim’s girfriend was inside passed out on our couch.We all three sobered up pretty quickly then.

We pulled up our pants and decided to sit down under the carport like we were and went back to drinking. Tim was the first to break the silence, saying that he had never been part of a threesome before. Travis told him that was nothing. Maybe we should take it inside and really show each other what a threesome should be like. Meanwhile, I had sobered up enough to stammer out, “Am I the only one that realizes that Lea is passed out on the couch and that this is really wrong?”

Travis and Tim looked at me and started laughing, and Travis said, “Well, if we are gonna get in trouble, we might as well make it good! Have another shot of vodka and come in the bedroom.” I did as I was told and couldn’t help but smile as I followed Travis and Tim inside and walked to the bedroom.

I went ahead and started stripping and it didn’t take them long to follow my lead. Next thing I know, I am on the bed on all fours and Travis started easing his cock into my already wet pussy. He started really getting into it, and told me he wanted to fuck me in the ass. Me always being up for that, told him to go right ahead. Travis eased his hard cock into my tight ass and started stroking it slowly. Once he had a good rhythm going, he leaned me back so that I was sitting on top of him backwards. He told Tim to come put his dick in my pussy which was up in the air the way Travis had me leaned back. I told Travis I thought there was a difference between us doing DP with a toy and with another man. He whispered in my ear to just relax, so I did, and Tim came and slid his cock into my pussy.

I had never had such a full feeling in my life! They took turns, alternating sliding their cocks into my pussy and ass, and got it going really good. Before I could even think about what was going on, that I was having my first DP, I was cumming to the strongest orgasm I have ever had! Travis and Tim slowed their pumping when they felt and heard me orgasming.

Once I had regained my composure, they attacked me again, neither one having took their cocks out of me as I came. I was squeezing my ass and pussy so hard with the pumping they were doing, the next thing I know Travis is filling my ass with his cum and Tim was saying, “Damn! I can feel you nutting! I guess that was enough for him because he shot his load of cum for the second time that night, this time in my pussy. He and Travis slowly pulled their quickly shrinking cocks out of my body.

I laid down on the bed and stretched out, realizing I had just had my first DP! I lay back smiling like an idiot, hoping that this first time for me and Travis sharing wouldn’t be our last.

Comments Off

Author:tandrluv2swing Category: Friends With Benefits

Our first time swinging actually started out with a night out with a couple that were friends of ours. We were hanging out at our house and having a bonfire. All four of us had been drinking since early on in the evening. Travis was at one end of the front porch grilling and me and the couple, Tim and Lea, were on the other end of the porch listening to some music and telling stories and just a general fun time.

After eating, Travis pulled out the vodka and we started having shots. One thing Lea can’t handle is vodka shots. She was passed out within an hour. Meanwhile, me, Travis and Tim stayed outside on the porch listening to music and hanging out. I must have had way too much to drink myself, because we were sitting under the carport in front of my Expedition, and Travis asked me if I would do something for him. I said sure, and was utterly shocked when he said, “I want you to suck Tim’s dick for me.”

I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Tim! After a time making sure he was serious and not joking, I just said, “Sure, why not?”

Tim stood up, dropped his pants and stood in front of me. I looked at Travis, who was nodding his head, so I reached up and took hold of his cock with one hand and started slowly licking it up and down with my tongue. I kept looking from Travis to Tim’s face to see that everyone was ok with what was going on. I finally realized Travis was getting turned on by this, so I started really getting into it, licking from top to bottom and wrapping my lips around his cock watching it grow to its full 8 inches.

I took it into my mouth all the way to his balls and knew I had him from there. He had his head leaned back and was moaning and groaning, he took my hair into his hand and started pumping his cock into to my mouth, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt him starting to get close, so I slowed down and looked back to Travis who was smiling at me telling me to keep going and swallow his cum.

Wanting to please my husband, I started back with vengeance, sucking and licking Tim’s cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Tim was hollering, “I’m gonna cum!” and I looked up into his eyes and told him I wanted to swallow his cum. That was enough for Tim to lose his load right there, so as he spasmed into my mouth. I kept my mouth around his cock and sucked every drop he had down my throat. As he was done, I started licking the head of his dick, making sure I got every last drop of his cum.

After he caught his composure, he looked over at Travis and said, “Man, I don’t know what I did to make you be such a great friend, but I sure did appreciate that!” Travis told him that was nothing, he should hang around for what was to come next.

Comments Off

Author:Ivy League Girl Category: Real Sex

One of his pet names for me was (is) “lanky.” Little love text notes, “Yes, I love my long lanky girl with the big tits.” He would say that to me, sometimes sing in country-western overtones. But his real love was me, just me.

“It is your personality, it is your soul, it is you that makes you in your consciousness that thrills me so.” Then he would smile that devilish smile, “and your tanned toned frog legs do help, especially when they are spread wide just for me.” He loves my legs and high ass. He equated them to those of a feline feminine Olympian high jumper.

“Hey, frog legs, toned, long and strong with a professional tennis butt hung in the air without a care.” I miss the sound of his voice, and how he rode that butt of mine in syncopated time. That is my favorite position with him. On my hands, elbows and knees, seeking only him to please for my pleasure only, how he loved me in a tight sweater.

“Oh well, enough girlish rhapsody.” In the said position with my back arched like a “golden leopard” (that was one of his pet names for me too) waiting in heat for the moment of lively penetration – when he first parted my lips with the hard head of his long penis – it was (is) beyond descriptive pleasure and excitement. My long fingered hands would grab his bed sheets, my teeth did the same in anticipation of elation. Then his head softly and easily eases into my being, my mind on fire my nerve endings full of desire and then his long strong thrust, then thrusts of power how I love his masculine tower full of life and so alive.
It is truly when “and two flesh shall become one.”

Such power, such force that he would move me all the way across his western king bed. “slap! slap! slap!” came the sound of his pelvis as it struck my hard tennis ass. “Smack!… smack!… smack!” as my face buried in his sheets moved across his bed. “Slap– slap– slap!” I will never be the same. Last week in bed with my back to my husband in the darkness sweet as he slept I masturbated to the memory of “slap, slap, slap” among the other things he did to me and they were many, such lovers he and I. He a man of ending autumn years and I a lady of early summer days, so we would play, love we would make.

And when that old poet came deep inside of me it was with expanded force, with his large strong hands griping my butt like a vise and usually one of his thumbs press deep into my asshole – that is how long his hands are. So I masturbate in fantasy’s wake of our passions, I miss that old man. I miss our coffeehouse and how we sat next to each other as perfect strangers and talked about life and the parody of it. Sometimes with my kids in tow and the coffeehouse as just a stop off before heading to grandma’s house, my kids always looked at him dubiously as we chatted as strangers do. Then kids dropped off and shopping to do and then my afternoon delight of Slap! Smack! Slap!!!!

Comments Off

Author: AfroerotiK   Category:Lesbian

Tracy Robinson had a hard and fast rule: Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She’d been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning; she had enough respect for herself to not date someone else’s man.

Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. Most women weren’t after illicit sex and extramarital liaisons with random other women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a married woman, the instances of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She’d served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many ways, it was the exact opposite of the strict, rigid life she’d had in The Army. She could stand in front of a canvas for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her heart’s content.

Several local galleries were showing her work and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her military pension paid the bills so she was comfortable and happy. Single life wasn’t necessarily to her liking but she wasn’t so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in life, and didn’t really have a care in the world.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn’t been for her trusty letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief stint in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She’d injured her back in the military years before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be years before another flare up. If her blood sugar hadn’t been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual, “Take care, don’t over-exert yourself, take two pain killers and call me in the morning,” shtick.

The combination of the medicine and the fact that she hadn’t been eating well were causing her glucose levels to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous levels. They released her but with orders for a nurse to come visit her home for follow up visits and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their care for their own is beyond compare. Read the rest of this entry »

Comments Off

Author:NewWriter Category: Crushes

“Finally!” Amber blurted out as her pitcher of beer was being sat down on the table. The waiter stuttered out how sorry he was it took so long but they had to change out the keg.

“It’s fine” Amber sighed, as a few of the girls she was with started to giggle. Amber was already feeling the pitcher before this one, and the one before that.

“Don’t you think you have had enough?” a deep gritty voice said behind her. Amber would know that voice anywhere, turning around with a huge drunken grin. Mike was standing above her ready to catch her when she threw herself into his arms.

“You got my text!” Amber slurred out, as Mike nodded to the other girls at the table.

“Someone had to come get you, wild woman” smiling that bright sexy smile. Amber began to feel something more than just drunk.

Mike sat down next to Amber and put his hand on her thigh moving it up and down slowly already knowing where this night was going to end up. It had been weeks since Amber had called him and he was just starting to get to the point where he would have accepted he was just a booty call to her. He wanted more, so much more than just a night of fun. As Mike ordered a coke he waited for Amber to finish her third pitcher of the night as the girls kept topping off their beers to keep Amber from getting too much more intoxicated, Mike sat back and enjoyed Amber’s company, nodding at all the right spots, and laughing when she would spill something. Read the rest of this entry »

Comments Off

Author: drppinmaplsyrp   Category:Lesbian

It all started when I was vacationing in New York for my spring break from university. I was really excited to see the big city and sleep in a nice luxurious bed after sleeping in dorms for the last seven months. The Hotel was called the X and I had a two room suite with a large bathroom that had a shower that doubled as a Jacuzzi and had a fluffy queen sized bed. I was hoping to not have to sleep in that bed alone if you know what I mean. I figured I would check in and do myself up, short blond hair spiked in a long faux hawk, topped with my usual flat brimmed hat, a brightly colored polo and a pair of loosely tight skinnies, and head out to the local gay scene and see if I could find a one night stand. I mean what else are our college years for right?

As it happened, I never made it to the room before meeting someone. I had just checked in and was going to check out the room before lugging my bag all the way to the room. I was on the 10th floor which happened to be the top floor. As I was walking to the elevator I noticed a girl, about my age dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a black “artfully ripped” tee-shirt. I was immediately attracted to this girl and walked a little faster to ensure I would be on the same elevator as this beautiful young woman. I knew she was beautiful even without seeing her face yet, it was obvious from the smooth sensual way she walked, they way her hips swayed and her skin moved with the motion of her walk. I wanted her and I was going to get her.

She arrived at the elevator ahead of me and I quickly stepped into the elevator with her with an uncontrollable smile that it was empty except for her. I leaned closer to her to press the button for my floor and could smell her skin and hair. She smelled better than anything I had ever encountered. I was also right about her being beautiful. She had almond shaped eyes that were the perfect mixture of brown, gold and green, and naturally pouted lips that just begged to be bitten. I had to control myself; I would never get anywhere jumping this girl I didn’t even know.

“Hey, I’m Erica,” I said slightly smiling looking into her eyes (It was hard NOT to look into her beautiful eyes). Read the rest of this entry »

Comments Off

Author: Yuiqalla Category: Teachers

I thought my new Ancient History professor was adorable. He was an older man, with silver hair and a gray goatee, glasses, and a tall, thin build. He had such a sweet voice and nice look in his eyes, that I developed a crush on him almost immediately. And I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I caught him watching my large bottom bounce and jiggle when I would leave the classroom. I was pretty sure but couldn’t be certain.

I was a junior at an Ivy League school when I enrolled in his class. I am somewhat proud of my thick red hair, slender shoulders, and small waist, but I melt if I see a man enjoying the sight of my exceptionally wide hips and large backside. I like to wear clothes that show off my rear end and its enormous curves, and I have to admit that my big butt needs a lot of attention to make me happy.

So I was interested when I saw the professor had posted an ad asking for a Teacher’s Assistant. I signed up and went to meet him in his office for an interview. I wore a thin, delicate blouse, and a clinging, light pink skirt, to show off my best features as I entered his office and prepared to talk with him one on one for the first time. Read the rest of this entry »

Comments Off

Author: IWFJ   Category: Female Masturbation

I am a very lucky girl. The kid is at camp, and the spouse went to visit his Mommy this weekend. I took this opportunity to cross a few things off my “To Do” list (sadly, you are still on it), and booked an appointment for a facial at my favorite spa.

My regular aesthetician worked her magic, and I was extremely relaxed after only a few minutes. She took her customary leave to let the various potions do their thing on my skin, and I was left in the room, alone with my imagination and the creepy new age music.

I sensed someone at the foot of the table, and I opened my eyes to see you sitting on the stool with a big grin on your face. I wanted to question your presence, but it was so welcome that I dared not for fear you would disappear. You removed the covers and pulled me to the edge of the table. Hoisting my legs to your shoulders, you were just about to demonstrate your mean pussy eating skills when my facial lady reappeared, and it became obvious you had been a dream. Shit!

I spent the rest of the day thinking about you, wondering what your tongue would have felt like between my legs.

Later that evening, I ventured to my favorite porn site and did some reading. I also worked on a few pieces of my own that are in progress. Both reading and writing get me hot, so I decided an interlude under the bathtub faucet was in order. You once told me you’d really like to see that.

I stripped off my pajamas, the striped shorts with the navy blue whales, and the solid blue top. [It takes some guts to wear whales but, then again, I am a size six.] I turned the faucet on, scooted my ass under the stream, and positioned my feet on the wall.

One nice thing about this method is the variability of the water. That is, it doesn’t just come out of the faucet in a steady stream. It jumps around a little, which results in it teasing my clit, just like a man might. This prolongs the buildup, improving the quality of the resulting orgasm.

I was planning to do the stop and start trick, optimally letting go on the 10th, but I was too turned on to get past three. When I blew, it was unbelievable, and so awesome to be able to scream the way I really wanted to. I imagined your reaction had you been here, and sighed heavily contemplating your absence.

I started wondering what we would be doing if you were here. For sure, you would be pretty turned on watching my show. I imagined you perched on the edge of the tub, reaching down to caress one of my tits, maybe kissing me once or twice. By the time I let go, your cock would already be in your hand. You’d help me out of the tub, dry me off, take my hand and lead me down the hall to the bedroom. We’d get into bed and I’d lie naked on top of you, pressing our bodies together while we kissed.

I would decide before too long that it was time to pleasure you, and I would kiss a trail all over your body. This trail would go everywhere except where you wanted it most, and when you objected I’d tell you you’d thank me later. In fact, I might even produce restraints from my nightstand to make sure you never forgot the experience.

Once you were tied up, you’d make quite the picture. Your amazing body would be on display for me to admire, and your cock would stand straight up, demanding my attention. Ignoring it, I might lick your nipples, kiss your face, position my wet snatch over your mouth, or distract you in any number of other ways from what you wanted most.

Finally I’d take your growing dick in my hand and begin licking it ever so lightly, causing you to moan in frustration. I’d ignore your protests and keep to my own maddeningly slow pace. I would not be rushed.

I might interrupt myself to lick your balls, causing you to moan involuntarily. Or maybe, just maybe, I’d give in. I’d use my right hand to slide your throbbing cock into my mouth, little by little, gently squeezing your balls in my left. While you were inside, I would draw all over you with my tongue. I’d take my mouth off and lick your underside, and you’d go wild. “Please, baby – please make me come,” you’d beg. Read the rest of this entry »

Comments Off