Sapphic Confessions E-Book

Giselle Renarde

• Herausgeber: Giselle Renarde
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

I kissed a girl… and I didn’t stop there!

Twenty-four eye-opening lesbian tales so titillating you won’t be able to resist reading the next confession. Butches, femmes, chapstick lesbians, bisexual beauties, experienced older women and curious first-timers admit to their naughty deeds in this hot new short story collection.

Bad girls get caught being naughty in church. 
A bi femme gets spanked by a butch stranger in her pool’s sauna room. 
An established couple hires a gorgeous girl for a first-time threesome.
A fiery motorcycle dyke makes a scene outside a lesbian nightclub. 
An incorrigible house painter converts rich MILFs in their own homes. 
Driving lessons get dirty on a dusty country road.

All this and so much more in Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories!

Giselle Renarde’s erotic fiction has appeared in over 100 anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, Best Women’s Erotica, Girl Fever, and the Lambda Award-winning collection Wild Girls, Wild Nights.

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Sapphic Confessions © 2015 by Giselle Renarde

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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First Edition March 2015

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Table of Contents

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Sapphic Confessions | 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories | By | Giselle Renarde

-1- | And Kimi Makes Three

-2- | Are You My Mommy?

-3- | Artists’ Wives

-4- | Butch Girls Don’t Cry

-5- | Could Have Been Any Girl

-6- | Country Roads

-7- | Dildos and Donuts

-8- | Girls Sleep with Girls

-9- | Happy Endings

-10- | I Chase Straight Girls

-11- | I Hope We Don’t Get Caught

-12- | I Watched Her Wash a Cucumber

-13- | My Girlfriend, the Sex Dream Psychic

-14- | Nailed

-15- | On the Seventh Day

-16- | Ring of Roses

-17- | Saucy Cheeks

-18- | Sight of My Woman

-19- | Sound of My Woman

-20- | Spite Sex

-21- | Taste of My Woman

-22- | Territory

-23- | The Things She Says

-24- | Underhanded

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ABOUT GISELLE RENARDE

Sapphic Confessions

24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories

By

Giselle Renarde

-1-

And Kimi Makes Three

THERE’S A BIT OF TRUTH in the old joke that lesbian sex is just a quiet cup of tea in a room full of cats. 

It doesn’t start out that way.  I can only speak from experience, but when Jody and I first started dating, it was fire.  We were so hot for each other back then.  I couldn’t keep my hands off her ass or my mouth off her tits.  She would spend hours between my legs, licking my clit, thrusting her fingers up my snatch.  God, it was amazing.

But that was a long time ago.  After eight years together, Jody and I had regular sex, but... I don’t want to say it was boring.  Okay maybe it was, just a little. 

That sounds mean, I know.  I don’t intend it that way.  I love Jody more than I’ve ever loved anyone.

Anyway, one weekend Jody and I checked out the arts and crafts show that’s held every summer in our neighbourhood.  We didn’t need anything, but Jody spotted this vase at a pottery vendor, and she picked it up.  Typical lesbian weekend.

It wasn’t until we got home that Jody realized the vendor had wrapped her ceramics in one of those free newspapers with all the sex ads in the back: six pages of “Asian Escorts and Massage.” 

Wow, those photos got my temperature on the rise!

Jody and I fell onto the couch so close our thighs touched.  We opened the newspaper and ogled page after page of young women in sexy lingerie.

The girls presented themselves in a variety of pin-up poses.  Some smiled coyly or hugged their tits.  My favourites were the bold ones, the girls who grabbed their firm little breasts and held them up, on display for everyone to see. Breasts always were my weakness.  Some of them leaned forward and pouted their lips, so you didn’t know whether to stare at their cleavage or their pretty pink mouths.

And, God, those mouths!  Every time I blinked, I saw pretty Asian girls between my legs.  I wanted them all. 

“Do you think these pictures are real?” Jody asked me.

I couldn’t speak.  My breath was taken away by the sheer beauty of those girls.  What was it about them?  Their mock-innocence?  Their sexy schoolgirl outfits?  The bikini tops that rose so high on their tits the fabric scarcely clung to their nipples?  I was getting wet just looking at those slutty photos.

The words didn’t help.  The ads said things like:

100% Horny Playful Asian GFE!

Excellent Service, No Rush, Guaranteed!

Young, Busty, Cute, Anything Goes!

Fun, Friendly, Tight, Juicy!

“Tight and juicy!” Jody read.  The words obviously had the same impact on her that they’d had on me.  Her eyes sort of glazed over as she read the ads.  And then she pointed to a picture of a sweet-faced girl with naked, pendulous breasts. 

Her name, according to the paper, was Kimi.  There were little stars on the page to disguise her nipples, and she had an open red gingham shirt hanging off her shoulders.  I couldn’t get over those tits!  They couldn’t possibly be real, such big breasts on such a little girl.

“Should we?” Jody asked, pointing to the spot where it said: $40 NUDE ORAL.

I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t want it.  The girls in these ads could get me off any day of the week.  I wouldn’t hide my desire.

Jody was nervous, so I made the call.  It was a cell number and went straight to voicemail, so I left a message.  Not a minute later, someone calling herself a “booking agent” phoned back to set up the date.  She had a bit of an accent, and I wondered if it was Kimi herself on the phone. 

God, those tits—they were all I could think about.

I’d never done this before.  I wondered if the girl on the phone would think it was weird that two women were requesting a hooker.  Did other lesbians pay for sex?  Nobody talked about it, so I assumed it didn’t happen.

We set the date for later that evening.  I don’t think Jody or I could have waited any longer.  We would have changed our minds if we’d had to.

We were a bundle of nerves as we waited for Kimi to arrive.  I tried catching up on some emails, but I couldn’t concentrate.  I don’t know what Jody was up to.  We didn’t talk about what might happen.  We didn’t discuss it at all.

There was a knock at the door, and my spine went arrow-straight.  I was sure, absolutely one hundred percent sure, that I was going to have a heart attack. 

But I didn’t. 

I started thinking, “I can’t do this, I can’t do this...” but even as I thought it, I made my way to the door. 

Jody was already there, holding the handle.  Just holding it.  Just standing there. 

I put my hand on hers, and we opened it together.

The girl standing on the other side was pretty as a picture—but was she the girl in the picture?  Hard to say.  Without actually holding the newspaper beside her, I couldn’t tell.  Maybe once her soft yellow cardigan came off, I’d recognize the tits.

Yes, that’s right—our hooker wore a cardigan. 

It was cute, actually, with a felt flower pinned to the chest.  Her whole outfit reminded me of a 1950’s sock-hopper, but with a modern flair.  Asian girls had a knack for looking good in quirky outfits. That’s something I never could pull off.

When we asked if she was Kimi, the girl nodded demurely.  We welcomed her in and she entered, holding her purse and her jacket in front of her.  I wondered if she dressed this way for everyone, or if this was something special for the crabby old lesbians.  It did make me happy that she wasn’t wearing some slutty spandex thing.

“Nude oral?” the girl asked.  She held out her hand, and I realized she wanted payment upfront.  Then she asked, “One or two?”

I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but Jody said, “Oh, on both of us.  One and then the other.”

Kimi smiled as I placed the cash in her hand—ratty, wrinkled twenty-dollar bills with the queen smiling up at us.  For the first time ever, I wondered why the Queen of England was on Canadian money, and then I chastised myself for thinking about something so irrelevant.  There was a prostitute in my living room!  I should be... well, I didn’t know what I should be doing.  Then I started feeling nervous. 

I looked to Jody, who smiled at me the way the queen was smiling on the twenty. 

My stomach tied itself in knots.

Kimi asked if we were a couple, and Jody responded that we were, but even her voice was trembling now.  The girl smiled, and then asked how long we’d been together.  It surprised me that she seemed curious about us.  I guess I figured we were just money to her, just bodies, but she appeared interested in Jody and I as people, and that really put me at ease. 

Her accent was thicker than the girl on the phone, but I could see the enthusiasm in her eyes.  She talked about the weather, and about the arts and crafts show—she’d been there as well.  Strange to think the girl who was now our hooker had been walking around with the crowds, just one more person. 

I guess I’d never thought of prostitutes as real people.

When Kimi asked where we’d like to do it and who wanted to go first, I got nervous again.  I felt a little weird about taking my clothes off in front of her. Jody must have felt the same way, because she asked Kimi to strip for us.

In a flash, Kimi’s expression went from innocent to saucy.  When she grinned, her lip turned up more on one side than the other. That subtle tease made my pussy pound. 

Our pretty hooker unbuttoned her cardigan. The tease continued, rendering my legs so wobbly I had to sit down. 

Without a bit of shyness, Kimi shrugged off her sweater. That’s when I got my first look at her gorgeous tits.  The firm cups of her dainty white bra hugged them sweetly.  There was just enough lace around her cleavage to shift her lingerie out of the boring zone—not that any garment could truly be boring on a body like hers!

Kimi stepped out of her skirt, giving us a good view of her long, smooth legs.  She didn’t take off her square heels, and I was glad about that.  She reminded me of the naughty librarian who takes the bun out of her hair and becomes a sex goddess.

Bending forward, Kimi grabbed her tits and pressed them together.  I couldn’t take my eyes off that glorious line of cleavage as she juggled and jiggled her big breasts.  God, I wanted to touch myself.  I wanted to touch her, too!

“You like my big tits?” Kimi asked as she hypnotized us with the marvellous pair.  “You want to touch my big fucking titties?”

“Yeah, yeah.”  I was panting like a dog as I grabbed her breasts from behind.  She sighed, and that sound made me want to come.  I missed that enthusiasm for touch, that sensitivity. 

She let me strip off her panties, then undo her bra, and when her big boobs tumbled from the cups, I was there to catch them.

I told her to lick Jody’s clit.  I wanted to hear my woman come while this gorgeous slut ate her cunt.

Jody raced out of her clothes as Kimi sank to the floor in front of the couch.  I went with her, riding her back all the way, hugging her small body as I fondled her amazingly supple, soft tits.  Her nipples were hard little pebbles between my fingers, and they were all I could think about until I heard Jody gasp.

Draped over Kimi’s naked back, I looked up to see her black hair cascading over one shoulder, her face buried between my partner’s thighs.  I’d gone down on Jody countless times, but for some reason this was a thousand times more exciting.  I watched her lips part.  Her mouth opened wide. The sloppy sound of our hooker’s wet tongue on my girlfriend’s pussy ramped up my arousal so high I released one of Kimi’s tits and traced my hand down her back... down her ass crack...

I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to do this.  Kimi seemed to trust us as much as we were trusting her, so I took a chance and found her with my fingers.  The newspaper ad was right—she was incredibly tight, and so wet her juice was dripping down between her legs. 

Jody’s eyes fluttered closed as Kimi lapped her clit.  Our living room filled with body sounds—the wet squelching of my fingers plunging in and out of Kimi’s cunt, the sweet lapping of Kimi’s tongue on my woman’s clit, and our whimpering, moaning, sighing, grunting.  We were all so turned on.  Three women, just a big ball of juicy female arousal!

I was so jealous of those two, because they’d been smart enough to take off their clothes early on.  Me, I was still fully dressed and wishing my clothing would just melt off my skin.  It felt so damn good to have half my hand shoved up Kimi’s snatch while she went at Jody’s cunt with her mouth.

Jody was kicking and screaming now, loving every moment of our Kimi’s tongue teasing her clit.  I wanted to watch.  I wanted to see Kimi’s face buried between my lover’s thighs, licking and flicking, sucking that sweet bud like a little cock. 

The cravings rose up in me, but I couldn’t decide.  Did I want to lick or be licked?  Suck or be sucked?  But then I remembered what I’d paid for, and I figured I might as well get my money’s worth.

Tearing out of my clothes, I threw myself beside Jody on the couch.  Kimi moved from Jody’s pussy to mine, like a baby shifting from one breast to the other.  Everything felt otherworldly, like a dream.  Real life was never this good, never this easy.  I had a gorgeous young woman between my legs, naked, with the biggest damn tits I’d ever seen up close and personal, and what did it take to get her there?  Nothing, really.  Just a little phone call, just a little cash.  It was too good to be true.

Sliding two long fingers into my pussy, Kimi rubbed my g-spot enough to warm my whole pelvis.  I couldn’t believe how close I was to orgasm already.  All the watching and waiting had turned me on like crazy, and I knew the moment her tongue met my clit I was going to blow.

I watched her pretty face as she drew in close.  She kissed my clit, so gentle, so sweet, like a butterfly landing briefly on my skin and then taking right off again.  She looked up at me and smiled, but I growled back at her.  I wasn’t angry or anything, I was just so aroused I couldn’t control myself.  At all!  Grabbing her by the hair, I shoved my slick pussy against her face, which was already soaked with Jody’s juice.  I rubbed off on her mouth while she squirmed and squealed.

I know I said things to her while my body worked itself into a frenzy of orgasm.  “Yeah, you like that, huh?  You love the taste of my hot fucking cunt, don’t you?”  Stuff like that.  Stuff I never said to Jody.

Kimi just kept nodding, gulping, gasping, saying, “Uh-huh!  Uh-huh!”

The look in her eyes put me over the top.  She was scared or something.  Cautious, maybe, like she was trying to gauge if I was a danger to her.

I wasn’t, of course.  I wasn’t a danger to anyone, but I scoured my pussy against Kimi’s beautiful face until I’d come in crashing waves, over and over, and I couldn’t take any more pleasure.  Then she backed away, fixing her hair and smiling guardedly between Jody and me.

We thanked her and she thanked us, kneeling on the floor like some kind of sexual servant.  After she’d gone, my woman and I sat naked on the couch holding hands for literally hours.  In all that time, I kept looking down and expecting to see Kimi there like a toy poodle, wanting to serve us, wanting to bring us happiness and contentment.  I hope she knows what she did for Jody and me, because that girl revived us.  She really did.

Thank you Kimi, wherever you are.

-2-

Are You My Mommy?

I NEVER REALIZED I wanted to be spanked until the day I called my girlfriend “Mom.”

Actually, I’d called Louisa “Mom” many times before, but always in my trademark self-reflexive mock-teenager tone.  For instance, she might ask me to please eat something healthy for dinner and I might say, “Yes, Mom,” or she might comment on what a mess my apartment was and I might say, “I’ll clean it tomorrow, Mom.”  It was conscious and innocuous and always, always a joke.

This “Mom” was different.

In truth, I can’t recall what I was so worked up about at the time.  Something career-related, most likely.  I remember Louisa sitting on the edge of my bed, fully dressed.  I was nearly naked and standing between her thighs.  My arms rested on her shoulders, my body nestled into the warm comfort of her cleavage as I whined about whatever the trouble was.  She ran her hands through my hair in consolation and suddenly I said, “I don’t know what to do about it, Mom.”

I didn’t hear it until after I’d said it, and by that time, of course, I couldn’t take it back.  My spine straightened, vertebra by vertebra, until I was standing straight as an arrow.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.  “I just called you Mom.”

Louisa didn’t react at all the way I expected.  She just laughed and said, “Freud would have a field day.”

“You’re not...?”  Not what?  Angry? Upset?  Afraid?  I didn’t even know what I was asking.  “I mean, that’s weird.  Right?  Calling my girlfriend Mom?”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

She held my hands, swinging them out to the sides.  “And you love your mother?”

“Of course I do.”

“And your mother and I are basically the same age?”

I hesitated, which was stupid because it was a rhetorical question.  Louisa knew very well she was nearly as old as my mother.  Hell, she had more in common with my mom than she had with me.  Sometimes I thought if we ever broke up... well, that was silly.  Louisa would be mine forever.

“You’re not mad?” I asked, feeling beyond juvenile.  That was such a childish question, but I couldn’t think of a better one in the moment.

She ran her hands over the curve of my ass, squeezing.  “Why would I be mad?”

Luckily, Louisa had always been one of those super-mature partners who didn’t mind listening to stories about other lovers.  So I said, “My ex would have freaked out.”

Her blue eyes sparkled like aquamarines, and the knowing smile on her lips told me she understood.  Even so, she cocked her head and asked, “Why?”

“Because of the age difference.”  I ran my fingers across Louisa’s lips until she nipped at me and I pulled away, laughing. “She was a year older than you, and she always worried people would think I was her daughter.” 

I took a chance then, leaning in to kiss my girl.  She didn’t bite me this time.  She returned my kiss, slow and sensual, her tongue mingling with mine like two sizzling serpents.  That day I had on my black velvet camisole, the one with the black lace across the top, and Louisa took hold of the straps, pulling them down my arms until the stretchy fabric rested around my hips. 

“Why did she care?” Louisa asked as I crawled into her lap, straddling her broad thighs.

“Hmm?” 

“Your ex.”  She cupped my naked breasts.  The warmth of her palms on my not-yet-hard nipples made me moan.  “Why did she care so much what other people thought?”

“Oh, it wasn’t just other people.”  Normally I wouldn’t have been keen on discussing old relationships in bed with my new girlfriend, but there was something about Louisa that just opened me up.  I wanted to reveal myself, in all my imperfect glory.  “It’s like she was afraid of what we thought of ourselves, or afraid of all the hidden stuff inside our heads.  If you think I’m Jungian, she was, like, ultra-Jungian with a hint of Freudian guilt in there somewhere.”

Louisa looked me in the eye while her hands pulsed against my breasts, and I knew she had no idea what I was talking about.

I tried again.  “There were things she wouldn’t do because they played too much into the age dynamic.  Anything that came close to age play was totally out of bounds.  If I’d called her Mommy in the bedroom she would have been upset.  If I’d slipped like I did just now and called her Mom by accident?  Jesus, I think her head would have exploded.  She would have run a mile.”

“See, I don’t get that.”  Louisa let out a little growl as she pinched my nipples, then rolled them between her fingers and thumbs until I squealed.  “Everybody brings a parent/child dynamic to romantic relationships.  Even if we were the same age, that dynamic would be there to a certain extent. It’s just accentuated with us because I’m older and you’re younger.”

“I know,” I said, hissing gently.  She still hadn’t let go of my tits.  “I agree with you, but my ex was ridiculously afraid I wanted her to be my mother, or that I saw her that way, or... well, whatever.”

“And did you?” Louisa asked idly, like the question was insignificant.

Something inside me froze while my body jerked forward.  Before I knew what I was doing, I’d shoved my tits in Louisa’s face, rubbing my pebbled little nipples against her lips.  God, that felt good, the way they sort of stuck to her tacky lipstick, picking up traces of the stuff.  Soon enough my tits had gone from subtle pink to shimmering reddish-brown.

“Aren’t you going to suck my tits?”  I took her head in my hands, tempting her with one breast and then the other. 

She smiled that impish smile I knew so well.  “Is that what you want?” 

“Yes.”

I didn’t think she’d do it, at least not right away.  I thought she’d tease me a little longer, running her lips side to side across my tits, maybe licking them with that hot velvet tongue.  But I was wrong.  Louisa wrapped her mouth around my breast, overshooting my nipple and sucking half my little boob into her big bad mouth.

“Oh baby!”  When she bit my pursed nipple, I wrapped my hands around her head and moaned.  “God, you’re good at this.”

She switched sides, glancing up at me before taking my other tit in her mouth.  “So, what would your ex have done if you’d asked for a spanking?”