Lesbian Erotica Collection

By Sophie Sin

Four erotic short stories by Sophie Sin. Included are the story of a sexy lesbian going out to find her first girl, a tale of Asian fever cured through its source, a bad girl orgy, and sweet surrender in the form of a hot lesbian seduction. There is something for everyone within!

'Lesbian Erotica Collection' contains four stories:

# Good Girl Turned Bad (Seduction)
It's scary - terrifying actually - to think tonight is the night. Eddy stalks along beside me. He's all dark efficiency and man hunk tautness. If I wasn't into girls then I'd see if he is as good as they say. We stop in front of the club. I look up and brush a lock of hair out of my face. Tonight I'm going to make it with a girl - full lesbian; whatever that means. I've never been more afraid.

# Seducing Management (Office Romance)
Yellow fever - that's what they call it, right? I watch her stride out of the boardroom, a tigress among limp membered pseudo lions. The men stare (heck, I stare). Jenny is the hottest woman I have ever seen. If she were any hotter, she'd be on fire. I lick my lips. I'll be working directly under this woman, but (no lie) I can see myself UNDER this woman. I want her. I know it, but can I GET her?

# Redemption Of A Girl (Orgy)
I'm a bad girl now. Drink? Yes! Molest pregnant mothers? Did that, doing that, going to hell one day at a time. Thankfully, I have good friends. Eddy has decided to drag me to Japan, of all places. He says that soft skinned Asian girls that can't understand a word I say is the solution. All I know is eating Asian is a worthy lesbian challenge. Let's just see how much I can torment them, shall we?

# Sweet Surrender (Seduction)
It's been an amazing ride. Most people can't claim they've REALLY tried at getting girls, but I can proudly say I have. Unfortunately, where I am isn't where I want to be. It was about getting the 'ultimate girl'. Club hos, unsurprisingly, didn't measure up. My phone beeps. It's a picture of a girl with the message "GET HERE" from Eddy. I look. One more ho for the score card or something more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Aug 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301046621

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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LESBIAN EROTICA COLLECTION

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

Note: This is a collection of short works of around 5000 words. If you would like to find more collections like this then feel free to check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections (containing several stories each). Find more at Sophie Sin's Book List. She also writes male-male gay erotica under Dick Powers.

Short disclaimer: All individuals represented within this text are over the age of 21 and full and completely are shown to consent in all ways to the sexual activities that take place within this collection of short works. All paranormal sex in humanoid form.

Table of Contents

Good Girl Turned Bad

Seducing Management

Redemption Of A Girl

Sweet Surrender

GOOD GIRL TURNED BAD

Girl Seducer #1

Afraid To Play

She quickly strides the street. Her feet a blur of movement that rush back and forth in her lower vision. Rachel should have worn something easier to walk in. The heels she is wearing are 4 centimeters high and sting a little on feet that are not used to anything more than a pair of low level sandals.

Her slim, wafty body is a rage of movement as she briskly pulls her phone out of the small bag at her side. Her smartphone tells her that she is late and that her friend is going to be pissed because of it.

She rounds the corner and sees the main junction of the heavy urban city sprawl that she is making her way through. This is the big city, the place she came all the way from her small town to live in, and it is beautiful. She marvels at the crowds of people on the street surging back and forward like some gigantic sea. The light is red and she dodges among people to get to the other side.

Hey! she cries out to her waiting friend.

Eddy looks up. He's bald, about the same height as her and moderately built. Today he's out of his regular red tie, white shirt and black trouser work combo and in what looks to be a t-shirt advertising a cartoon or something that she is not familiar with. His blue jeans are tight around his muscular legs and his sneakers look old but cared for.

Been waiting. What's up?

He flicks the small revolving yo-yo he is spinning at random intervals at her. She slips one long thigh in the way and knocks it aside.

Sorry. I got caught up.

He gives her a look with his solar star blue eyes that makes her a little uncomfortable. Eddy doesn't like being made to wait.

I get it, I get it, he whines in an attempt at a humorous voice. I'm just not that important to you.

Rachel notes the woman just beside him look over his way. There is 9/10ths appreciation in her look and 1/10th 'What the fuck is he doing?'

Eddy grabs up his yo-yo from where it has been spinning around near the ground and grabs Rachel by the front of her red shirt.

Tonight we party.

Straight to the point, that's Eddy for you. He lets her go and they get moving. She's not attracted to Eddy, but other girls like him a lot. His biceps are exposed and his muscles are refined. The guy does this on purpose to attract that attention, but there is a sort of weird grace to the way he moves that sets him aside when compared to the rather conformist men around him.

So, tonight is the night, he says out of the blue.

She doesn't answer. Rachel is scared to death of what they are going to do tonight. It's something she dearly wants, but doesn't have the faintest idea about how to go about.

Scared? he asks, amused.

A little.

He grins and pats her on the shoulder.

It's just a girl.

A GIRL. Those two words have so much more meaning that he can ever imagine. It's just a girl is true, but he's not the one who has to pull this off. Eddy is just her wingman for the night. She has to do the pulling.

Easy for you to say.

He chuckles and doesn't answer. He understands all too well how she feels. She's what one might consider VERY CHASTE, but deep down she knows that a hungry animal lurks below her facade of innocence. She wants to think of herself as being the type of woman that other women respect and think well of. The very idea of risking herself (even though no one is ever going to find out) on this wild adventure she has committed herself to is out of her reality. Rachel is a good girl. She doesn't fuck other girls. Not at all. However, tonight she's going to do just that.

The club is here. I found it on the internet.

The place is a big concrete building with a dozen signs for various sexual services littering the street and the buildings windows. She didn't notice while she was lost in thought, but there is a different tone to this area. Everyone seems more hunched, more careful: In a society where gay is looked down on, the minority tries to hide itself.

I'm not so sure about this...

He grabs her hand. His fingers wrap in hers. They are warm and his palm is wide. It almost seems like they fit together naturally. If only she was attracted to him. He would make a great lover, if not boyfriend material (something complicated by the fact he is virtually a penis on legs and totally allergic to relationships).

She is walking the stairs on legs of jello in moments. Her heart is doing a rough thud in her chest and her mind is shooting various chemicals around her system that make her feel a little woozy.

Two, please.

He pays and Rachel tries to pull away, but Eddy is holding her hand tight. There is a determination on his face. She forgets that this must be totally weird for him. The guy is straight as they get, but here he is going to a gay club. There's no doubt he's going to have to fend off guys all night long. His sex appeal is such that either sex is magnetized by his magnetism.

Thanks.

She doesn't hear what is said. Rachel flutters in through the door into a room filled with loud techno and flashing lights.

PARTY! Eddy yells, overcoming the techno and getting attention straight out.

Find the dime piece, he whispers hurriedly. I need a set.

Rachel can only stare. The man is both the deepest guy she has ever met and a complete lunatic. It's an irony that doesn't gel in her mind. She learned a long time ago to just recognize that Eddy is Eddy and nothing more or less than that.

He yanks her across the room.

No, Eddy. It's too hard.

He doesn't care. The three GORGEOUS girls are WAY out of both of their league in her opinion. Does he really expect them to start top down?

Yo, bitches. Are you gay? he yells loud enough for