Sapphic Visions: Erotica for Women who Love Women
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by Michelle Houston
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Hot New Tales of Lesbian Love and Lust. Here are 17 tales of hot and horny moments between two women as they explore soft perfumed flesh, taste of the peach of womanhood and savor the essence that leaks forth. In Sapphic Visions, Michelle Houston, best-selling author of Bedtime Tales, presents a collection sure to delight all women who love women. In "Inferno" a woman allows her lover to light the fire of passion between them with a bit of wax play. "Beneath the Mistletoe" is the story of a sexy woman who seduces her date at her office party. Enter a world of voyeurism in "Window Dancer" as Amber watches her neighbor undress for bed. The book's 14 remaining tales bridge the spectrum with everything from slow, sensual lovemaking, to hot kinky sex. Sapphic Visions has a bit of it all. Lisa Lambrecht of In The Library Reviews hails the author's work as "a refreshing addition to the erotic world of romance and one that I'll be anxious to read more of in the future."
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: August 2004
23 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [163 KB]
Reading time: 106-149 min.
ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE
The board meeting went on around me, but for once, I couldn't care less. Becoming the president of a large corporation at thirty-two was a major accomplishment. Especially for a woman. I had always given my full attention to every meeting, but today was different. Maybe spring fever was finally catching up. Or maybe I was on the road to burn out and it was time for a vacation. Or maybe, it was the new secretary in Marketing.
She was about mid twenties, with long auburn hair and green eyes. She was dressed conservatively, or so it seemed at first, but as the meeting progressed, the slit down the side of her skirt grew more pronounced. I was the only one seated facing her direction. Every one else sat facing me. She smiled at me, then ran her tongue over her lovely red lips. Almost hypnotized, I watched it lick her lips then disappear back into her mouth.
With an unsteady hand, I reached for my coffee cup, which had just been refilled by my secretary. Too preoccupied, I touched my lip to the rim and burned myself, spilling coffee in my lap. I jumped up with a yelp, pulling the hot material of my pants away from my burnt leg. Muttering that I was fine and promising to return soon, I hurried out of the room.
At my request, a bedroom and full bath had been included in the redesign of the boardroom. Often, I was too tired to make the hour commute home, only to catch four, five hours of sleep, then come right back.
As I crossed the plush deep green carpet of the suite, I stripped off my clothes. I was down to my panties and bra when I stepped into the elegant gray and dusty rose bathroom. My leg felt like it was on fire from the spilled coffee. Just as I reached inside the medicine cabinet, a sound from behind startled me and I dropped the tube of ointment. Turning, I found the pretty secretary standing in the doorway. Our eyes met and held briefly, then she bent and picked up the ointment.
"Go sit on the bed and let's attend to this burn," she said.
As the boss, and normally liking to be the one in control, it was odd, but I did as she said.
I sat on the bed, nearly naked before a beautiful woman, with her hands running over my leg. I could feel the pain easing, replaced by a building sense of desire. My pussy grew wet as she continued to massage my limb; her hand sliding higher and higher until the backs of her knuckles brushed my silk-covered pussy. I couldn't hold back a moan. My hips arched as she continued to caress my mound through the silk panties. I moaned again. Her touch was driving me wild. She brought me almost to the point of orgasm, then stopped.
"We better get back out there now, don't you think?" she asked, but it was not a question. It was a statement of fact--the meeting could not continue without me, and so I forced myself to get up and move to the closet. I grabbed an outfit that would be easy to get in and out of. She sat and watched while I dressed. Then she got up and walked by, giving my hip a gentle, passing caress.
I took a deep breath, then followed her into the boardroom. As I faced fourteen male eyes, I was glad I wasn't a man. If I were a man my state of arousal would have been obvious, but being a woman it went unnoticed. Each of the seven men stood as I entered the room. Someone, my secretary no doubt, had kindly wiped the coffee off my leather chair and I took my seat.
After what seemed like an eternity, the meeting finally ended. It was late and everyone was in a hurry to get home. My group of vice presidents rushed out, followed by the secretaries. But the one woman I had hoped would stay, did. She gathered papers, looking busy, until everyone left. Then the door closed softly and the papers hit the floor.
"Miss Stanley, would you like me to stay or leave? What I do is up to you."
I replied without hesitation. "Stay."
I knew that I shouldn't be doing this, especially in my own boardroom, but something inside me called out to be let loose, freed to play.
She turned and slowly began to approach, unbuttoning her shirt as she came. As I caught little glimpses of her firm breasts, my pulse raced.
"My name is Jessica, but you can call me Jess. Jessica is such a mouthful to say during an orgasm."
She smiled as she said that, then her shirt slid off her shoulders and fell to form a silk puddle at her feet. She continued the approach, unzipping her skirt, letting it drop down as well. Pausing, she stepped free of the skirt, then resumed her walk toward me.
I smiled as her hands moved over her breasts in a caress.