15 Erotic Stories BUNDLE: Huge Collection of Individually Sold Short Sex Stories (18 page)

Iris sat there staring at Ginger for a long moment, weighing the options in her head. “It will be difficult, building a life together.”

“I know.” Ginger smiled weakly. “But you’re worth it. We are worth it.”

Iris felt her resolve grow firmer, self-empowerment taking a strong hold. “We can’t let some creeper control us.”

Ginger held back a small laugh “No. We can’t”

Iris leaned forward, to run a finger along Gingers jawline. “Because we love each other”

“Very much.” the feelings Iris’s touch pulled to the surface made Gingers voice drop into a husky purr.

“I love you Ginger” Iris said softly as she watched her hand trail down along Gingers bodice. She wore another tank top, yellow this time, with the word ‘Hottie’ bejeweled across her breasts. It cut off just above her exposed navel, tight fitting jeans running along the expanse of her long legs.

Ginger offered a slow cheshire grin. The words could not have been sweeter, coming from the lips of someone she was already madly in love with. It made her heart race; countless nights had been spent, dreaming of the day when Iris would utter those words. “You know I love you.” She teased.

Iris grinned as she sat up in her seat, taking Gingers hand in her own. “My parents are going to be gone for a few hours...come inside with me?”

Ginger leaned forward across the seat, capturing Iris’s’ lips in a long kiss. “How can I deny you, anything?” She whispered softly against the skin of Iris’s cheek.

:the calm:

The door to Iris’s room slammed shut as Ginger pressed Iris frantically against it, pulling her clothes free to land in a crumpled heap on the floor. Their passion was maddening, not even air was left to exist between them as they relished in the heat of their flesh pressed together.

Ginger took her sweet time with Iris, paying special attention to her breasts, running her tongue along each peak and the crest of each nipple. Hungrily, she lapped at them, finding herself rejoice as they turned to tight nubs beneath her lips. “I am going to make you mine today Iris.” Ginger whispered after pressing a trail of kisses up to the soft lobe of her ear. “I am going to make you say those words over and over again.”

Iris whimpered, pulling a leg up around Ginger to curl over her slender hips. “Yes” Iris breathed and lulled her head back against her door, fingers digging urgently into Gingers shoulders.

Ginger growled and nipped at Iris’s breasts before pulling her forward only to push her towards the bed. Masterful hands moved Iris to bend over the tall bedframe. She relished the view of Iris’s wide hips and curved ass that now hung in the air before her. She pressed herself against Iris, laying her own body along the length of Iris’s back, hands slowly following the curves of her lovers’ arms before she curled her fingers around her wrists. Her weight easily pressed Iris into the bed, Ginger pulled Iris’s hands behind her, holding them tightly against the small of her back, the other hand spread the girls’ lower lips wide, she stretched them out. “Say it…” Ginger purred “Say it and I will give you release.”

Iris moaned against the blanket pressing into her face, a wicked grin playing at her lips. She knew what Ginger wanted, but this battle of wills more enticing with each passing moment. If she wanted to claim her, she would have to work for it, and wrench the requested words from her panting lips. “Make me…”

Ginger grinned and raised a hand, bringing it down hard to slap her ivory ass. “Defiant are we?” She purred, and began to rub the spot she had just smacked. Ginger pulled her eyes from the delicious sight before her, only to grin evilly when she spied a pair of scarves that hung over the door handle. “Don’t move.” She gave the lusty command, and then crossed the room to draw to a halt by the door.

Iris remained perfectly still, mesmerized by the sway of Gingers’ hips as she moved, sea green eyes widened as Ginger tugged the scarves free and returned to the bed. She felt her body respond immediately, it clenched up tight only to release a few seconds later. This was making her wildly hot, painfully aware of the moisture seeping between her legs.

“Time to teach you a lesson.” Ginger sang as she fastened the scarves around Iris’s’ wrists, making sure the knot was loose enough for her to wriggle free of, if she wanted, but kept just the right amount of hold, to give Iris the feeling of being bound for Gingers’ personal use. Slowly, Ginger teased a finger along the crack of Iris’s ass; following the curve as it lead her to her dripping entrance, already quivering with want of her touch.

“Look at that…” Ginger dropped to her knees, planting her face into the crevice of her silky thighs, lightly teasing her clit with her mouth and tongue.

Iris squealed with delight and wriggled as Ginger lapped up her juices. She moaned softly, turning her face into the covers to muffle the sound.

Ginger was enjoying the sweet addicting taste of Iris, the scent of her sex, so intoxicating, it almost had her feeling drunk. She curled her fingers along the curve of her ass and gripped it tightly, feeling the firm flesh mold beneath her fingertips. Unabashedly, she invaded that tight hole with her tongue. She was careful not to go too far though, wanting to tease her lover into a state of wonton passion.

Iris quickly found herself on the verge of yet another moan, her insides clenched so tightly, the coil that mastered her climax was about to unfurl, but Ginger was keeping her constantly on the verge of release, balanced carefully on a ledge, not allowing her to feel the full weight of release. A throb began to form between her legs, hard and powerful, the ache reaching so deep she could feel it in her bones, every nerve ending began to spark to life, sending wave upon sweet wave of bliss along the curves of her body. She wriggled against her restraint, hands curling tightly into fists as she whimpered and moaned. Iris felt herself on the verge of becoming a beggar, defiantly; she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, refusing to give in just yet.

Ginger watched and sighed happily, she watched Iris squirm and wriggle beneath her careful titillation, a sultry chuckle was released, as sweet Ri tried so valiantly to keep herself under control, still unable to let herself go. Her eyebrows rose, as a sly smirk tilted her lips. She could play hardball too. Without warning, or hesitation, Ginger slammed three fingers deep into Iris, pushing as far as they could go, wriggling her digits to caress and stretch out her slick inner walls. Then she stopped, keeping them tightly wedged inside, she just hovered there, waiting for what was sure to come.

Iris screamed, a delightful sensation wracking her body, she had tried to remain aloof, and that was quickly coming to an end. Ginger was so far in, but still refused to free Iris from these painful throws of passion. She panted, turning her head to the side; sweat dappled her brow, a glorious mixture of pain and pleasure erupting in her core. “I’m yours Ginger.” She gasped out. Iris wanted sweet climax, begged for it. “I’m yours.” She conceded with a soft cry.

Ginger pulled her fingers out just enough; only to slam them back in, this time she stretched her walls out even more, pressing further, harder, and faster. But, no. This was not enough “Good girl.” She whispered as she yanked open the drawer to Iris’ nightstand. “I wonder if you still have…” Yes, she did. A dildo Ginger had given Iris as a gift long ago. Iris had mentioned she placed it here, but they had never had a chance to use it.

“Oh... no Gin!” Iris wriggled, but didn’t break free of the restraints just yet, part of her vividly curious, she wondered what sort of pleasure could be brought from that.

“Shh…” Ginger cooed kissing Iris at the tender spot between her shoulder blades “I am going to take your virginity Iris…”

Iris shuddered beneath the kiss, sucking in a rampant breath, bracing herself for what was to come. She would rather have Ginger to this, than anyone else. “I want you to be the one Gin.”

Ginger slowly caressed the phallic member with her hand, before dipping her fingers into Iris, using her sweet moisture to lubricate it. Slowly she pressed it against her entrance. Thankfully it was not overly large, a mere few inches long and an inch thick. Nothing a budding virgin could not handle if done delicately. Slowly she pressed it in, pushing it past the velvet folds, deep, and deeper into the confines of her constricting body.

Iris cried out, she pressed her face into the softness of the mattress as her features contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure. She pushed her hips back to take the thing in further, even though Ginger was moving it at a slow pace. Iris felt her body would respond against her will as she rocked back against it. Gingers hand was firmly on her ass, guiding it in. She felt herself constrict and tighten around its hardness as it pushed ever the more forward, so much further than anything before. She couldn’t take it any longer, something feral snapped within her, she threw herself back and forced the thing so deep inside of her, it caused a momentary snap of pain that echoed through her body.

“Easy there” Ginger whispered as Iris rocked back and forth, essentially fucking herself. At the moment when Iris had lost control completely she knew her hymen had been splintered. Slowly, Ginger soothed her lover; she caressed her back, urged her to be still a moment, to allow her body to get used to the width and depth. “ Relax.” She whispered in a hushed coo as she slowly retracted, then pushed it back again.

Iris moaned, a single tear rolling down her cheek as Ginger pressed onward, she built up a delightful friction that forced her to cream herself over and over again. Hopelessly she was lost, rocking her hips back and forth, she begged for more, wanted the pace so desperately to quicken. “Damn it Gin, stop teasing me” she growled as she bucked her hips “Please…”

Gin hid a smile as Iris finally emerged from her shell, she stood up to get better leverage, placing a hand on Iris’s shoulder, then yanked her back so that her pussy would be forced to accept the entire length of the thing in one fast motion. When Iris moaned, so did Ginger, her thighs becoming slick as she stood there and forced it in and out. Ginger made sure Iris was fucked hard and fast, just like she had asked. Each stroke was a little bit deeper or harder than before. Ginger continued at a relentless pace, until Iris had become a quivering wet mess in front of her. Her only desire was to help her lover reach that final world shattering climax.

The weight that sudden final release wrenched a loud cry of ecstasy from Iris as she lay there lost in the rapture of feelings, sensations and chills that were sparking to life all along her body, every nerve, every cell was humming with content.

Ginger wore a proud smile, as she reached down and untied the scarves. In one fluid motion she flipped Iris over to stare into her lustful eyes.

Iris trembled from head to toe, her legs felt like jelly, she could barely catch her breath, breasts heaved with every inhale she struggled to take. Iris passed Ginger a wicked smile as she laid there, trying to find words to speak, but there were none that could possibly describe what she was feeling right now. “Damn…”

Ginger grinned playfully as she tossed the dildo aside, and crawled along the bed to snuggle beside Iris. With the utmost care and love, Ginger pulled Iris in and curled up against her. “You can say that again.” Ginger laughed as she placed a kiss to her forehead. “Now get some rest, while I think. We have to have a plan, when we announce ourselves to the world.”

“But, what about you Gin?” Iris worried at her bottom lip, afraid Ginger was getting the short end of the pleasure stick.

Ginger cuddled Iris against her “Oh, don’t you worry. I have everything I need, right here and now. Sleep, we will have all the time in the world together after tonight.”

Iris didn’t have the energy to fight her on this. She was utterly zapped of strength. Perfectly happy to just lay there curled against Gingers nude form. Soon, unlike the previous night, Iris found slumber, she drifted to sleep in Gingers arms.

Ginger held Iris as she slept. Ideas were running rampant through her mind. They had to do this right. Even in this world of high society, they could tackle this situation and rise from it stronger than they were before. How she was going to do that was escaping Gingers realm of thought at the moment. But she refused to give up. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Iris, nothing was going to hinder that. Not even some pervert with a pension for spying.

By Danica Williams

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2011 Danica Williams

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.

All persons portrayed in this book are over 18 years of age.

London, 1850

By night Moira Bentley dreamed of phantoms. Beautiful beings shrouded in darkness that cast graceful silhouettes on her bedroom wall; images of sensual dances that brought each pair of them closer and closer….until finally they succumbed to the intimacy of the dance, merging together to engage in unspeakable acts that defied all moral convention.