Queer Quickies: Volumes 1-6

By Olivia Dromen

Kinky, overwhelming, and deliciously hot, the scenes in this ebook capture the essence of realistic kinky, queer sex without any fluff. This volume features trans, genderqueer, and queer doing some of the amazing things they do for fun. This book contains the first six ebooks in the Queer Quickies series.

Included shorts:

Volume 1:
Across the Fire
Contained
Now
Strapped
Darkness
A Push
Dessert

Volume 2:
New
A Crowded Restaurant
Rose Petals and Candlelight
Siren
Threesome
On Your Knees
Roleplay: Keen
Pounce

Volume 3:
So Close
Garden Party
Good Morning
A Snack
Confidence
Over the Wall
Summer
Face Down
One of Those Days
Together
In the Air
Predator
Practice Makes Perfect

Volume 4:
Collared Slut
Drop
Kitty and Toy
Ferocity
Prey
Feast
Not Yet
Just Stand Here
Not in Control
In the Night
Plaything

Volume 5:
Partner in Crime
A Trail of Bitemarks
Camp Out
Needles
Paper Cuts
On Display
Quiet
Tight
Mine
Stay Down, Bitch
Under Control
Lick
Do the Thing
Show
Kneel
Switch

Volume 6:
Control
Date Night
Forced
Look Up
Sleepy
Over Her
Slut for Public Use
Overwhelmed
Cock Thirst
Who do you belong to?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Olivia Dromen
• Release date: May 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310214936

Olivia Dromen

Olivia Dromen has been actively queer since the late eighties, when ze realized at the tender age of possibly-too-young that having hir hand down a girl's pants (in public, on a bus) was quite pleasurable. Other experiments followed. Ze is non-monogamous, kinky, and strangely attracted to awkward queers with cats. (Also, ze is a trans, demigirl, genderqueer, femme—hir pronouns are ze/hir/hirs.) Ze lives in western Massachusetts, where ze enjoys backpacking, drinking coffee, and having lots of sex. Ze writes high fantasy and erotica.

Book preview

Volume 1

Across the Fire

I noticed her from across the bonfire. Of course I did, it was early in the evening and she was practically naked already. The scrap of dark fabric she was wearing as a skirt was flying all over the place because she was dancing. It looked like she wasn’t really part of the same world as the rest of us. I’m not complaining, it was quite a pleasant sight. I sipped my drink and leaned back trying to put on my cool and hoping to watch her for a while.

I guess I turned away because she wasn’t there anymore when I looked back. I wondered if maybe I had been drinking more than I thought, so I checked my flask. No, I had barely had anything yet. I shrugged and scanned the circle looking for familiar faces.

The drummers were taking turns, but the steady ocean-like rhythm was still going strongly. Not too many people were dancing yet—and none of them were my type—so I just watched the drummers. After a moment even that didn’t hold my attention. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the soothing, amorphous sounds. Feeling the warmth of the summer night and the fire, watching the shadows play on the inside of my eyelids, and then disappear, I just sat there.

I noticed you watching me. Her voice was so soft it was difficult to hear her with the noise of the drums and the other people talking. I opened my eyes, and indeed it was the dancer from before, sadly she had decided to wrap herself in a shawl, so I couldn’t see her perfect breasts this time. I don’t think I sighed too loud.

I stood up and gave her my best smile. You are quite lovely.

She raised an eyebrow. You’re pretty attractive yourself, if that’s what you mean? She left the question hang there.

I couldn’t help but grin. Yes. That’s exactly what I meant. By the way, it’s nice to meet you. I winked and held out my hand. My name’s Kar.

She let go of the shawl, baring her breastbone and grabbing my hand. Instead of shaking it, she pulled, hard. She must have practically hovered—she was shorter than me by about four inches—because the kiss that came next was square on my mouth even without giving me a chance to lean in.

I didn’t over-think it.

I opened my mouth and kissed her back. I leaned forward into it, trying to take control of the situation. I’m not used to the girls I’m interested in making the first move. I guess I feel like it’s against some sort of code or something.

But she pulled back from the kiss and tugged me—she was still holding my hand—away from the fire, into the darkness. I cleared my throat, and tried to prepare myself for speech, but before I could open my mouth, she looked back at me. Her eyes caught the fire-light and sparked as she held up a finger to her lips. We’re almost there.

I must have looked puzzled.

Don’t worry. She pulled me along some more, and we were certainly somewhere. It was dark there and quieter, though the drums were still droning in the background. I wasn’t really paying attention to them, though.

She let my hand drop. I opened my mouth and she put a finger to my lips. I want you, right now, she said, What do you say? She pulled the finger back and raised an eyebrow.

I nodded. Enthusiastically.

She looked me in the eyes, her glittery eyelids sparkling in the faint light coming from behind me, as she unbuttoned my top and shoved her hand in to push my bra aside and grab my breast. The surprising quickness of it, and the ferocity of her grip sent shivers of excitement through my body, into my pussy. Now I was convinced that I absolutely needed her to do whatever she wanted with me, no questions.

She kept looking me in the eyes as she shrugged her shawl off onto the grass behind her, but all I could do was look at her delicious-looking, perfect breasts. I started to bring my hand up to touch her, and she squeezed my nipple hard. My knees buckled with the sensations. I let my hand drop and let her tug me down by my breast until I was kneeling.

Good girl, she said. You follow directions so well.

I blinked. Usually I’m the one deciding what’s happening. But at the same time, this was so fucking hot.

She smiled as she knelt down close enough that her knee was between mine, her barely-covered hips straddling one of my thighs. She pinched my nipple harder and tugged until I was pressed against her. Our lips met and opened, her tongue pushed into my mouth and all I could do was moan.

She let go of my nipple, holding me firmly by the side of the chest and my neck, making sure I wasn’t going anywhere. I let my hands reach out to her, pressing them against her back, my fingers curling in to grip her as her naked breasts pressed against my open shirt and the bared skin underneath.

She broke the kiss but held my head still as she stared into my eyes.

I could feel the hand on my side traveling down my body, pressed firmly against me until it found the waistband of my shorts. The nails on her other hand gently scratched into the side of my neck, inciting shivers down my spine and across my scalp, as she slowly traversed my body, to find the button that held my shorts on. Without fumbling, she had the button undone, the zipper down, and her hand plunged wrist deep into my boxers.

Her fingers grazed over my mound, deliciously teasing me with the sensations running through my pelvis and up my spine. Then she rocked forward, pushing my ass back against my heels and pressing her leg against the back of her hand, propelling two fingers into my cunt.

Her fingers slid in easily, firmly. I could feel my own juices flowing out as they did. Her other hand was still at the back of my neck, pressing my face into her breast as she started rocking slowly, sending her fingers deep into me. My lips opened and I sucked her nipple into my mouth so I could lick it. The taste of the mixture of salt and smoke that was covering her body was intoxicating. She tasted incredible. I pulled my tongue back further into my mouth and began to flick her nipple lightly with the tip, in time with her thrusts.

My hands relaxed on her back and slid down to her ass, pulling her into me. I could feel the burning in my legs from the position we were in, but I willed myself to continue. Letting her fuck me like this was feeling too good to stop.

And fuck me she did. Her slow, gentle thrusts gave way to a more powerful and purposeful thrusts. Her thumb rested right along my clit, teasing it as she slid her fingers deep into me and out again in time with the movement of her hips. She increased the pace as I began pushing back against her, our bodies pressed against each other. Her thumb pressed against my clit now. My tongue flicking her nipple and her pussy dripping wet and slick against the cotton shorts which covered my thigh.

I could feel the orgasm coming, the power of it building in my core, pushing out in all directions from my pussy. I opened my eyes and looked up at her as I sucked in my first gasp. I let her tit fall out of my mouth as I took in more air and just rode her fingers, enjoying the way she had completely taken me.

Another gasp and I pressed my face into her tits again to stifle the scream that came out as I started pulsing around her fingers. The orgasm raged through me, flares of intense sensation running down my legs and up my spine, blinding red lights behind my eyes.

Oh, yes! I cried into her chest. I moaned and pressed myself against her harder, my body begging for more.

Contained

Erryis pushed back hard against the hand, feeling it slide slowly along her slick labia. She made a low noise—almost a growl—in the back of her throat and looked back over her shoulder, into her partner’s eyes. Faster, doll, she said, trying to take back some control.

The doll refused to speed up. A grin spread slowly across her face, highlighting the severe angles of her chin and cheeks as she continued the same torturously slow rhythm. No, I don’t think so. She dragged the long fingernails of her other hand—kept longer just for this purpose—slowly across Erryis’ ass, crossing over the weals that had raised during the first part of their play.

Erryis moaned low and buried her head in the blanket that was balled up under her. She bent her knees deeper and arched her back, pushing back against the hand on her cunt. Please?

The claw dug hard into the small of her back, sending a wave of pain mingled with pleasure up her spine. Erryis collapsed forward, crying out. Warmth and wet trailed down her thigh.

She could feel the smooth fabric of the blanket on her face, threatening to cover her mouth. She bent her neck further, finding the pocket of air under her chest. She tried to shout a command, but it only came out as a whispered plea. Please? No other words came to her. Even with her knees together she tried to rotate her hips, to open herself wider. The rope rubbed against her inner thighs when she did that, of course. She had no idea if it even did what she wanted, but she could feel the talonless hand sliding across her, teasing her with painfully slow precision. And in a moment it was gone. Erryis held her breath in anticipation.

Slick fingers walked over her lower back, leaving points of cooling skin in their wake.

Please what? her tormentor asked.

Erryis mewed. Please. The sharpened claw scratched on her ass again. No... please. Her voice was weak.

The other woman sounded sad. You want me to stop? I suppose...

No, no! that’s not what I meant. Erryis was confused. They had already been at this for what was probably hours. Her lips were dry and she was panting. Her head was spinning. Held so close to coming for so long, she needed more, but she could not figure out how to ask for it, what words to say. The realm of words was too far away.

A pair of fingers slid across her engorged clit sending a shockwave of sensation through her. Are you sure?

Erryis’ breath quickened. She tried to nod, drowning her face in the blanket again. She gasped as the woman slid the fingers back and up, slowly, parting her labia and barely peeking into her. Erryis tried to open her legs, but the knotted rope at mid-thigh prevented her. Again.

She would have pushed back against the fingers, but she could feel the pricking pain in the small of her back warning her not to bother. Instead she arched her back and tried again to rotate her hips. This was delicious agony; she needed to come soon.

Her lover growled softly and flicked her fingers inside Erryis’ pussy. Judging by her lover’s deep, slow breaths, she was clearly aroused by keeping Erryis on the verge of orgasm for so long. The finger’s moved again, sending Erryis deeper into the blanket, twitching. It was getting more and more difficult to even attempt to focus.

The fingers slid in smoothly and quickly—as far as they could go. Erryis gasped, exhaled, then drew in a ragged breath of air mixed with blanket. She tried to pull back on her hands, feeling thin, rough hemp digging playfully into her wrists. No, she couldn’t move anymore. She collapsed again as the clawed fingers scratched out four parallel arcs on her back, a rainbow of delicious pain. The other hand withdrew and slid deep again in one swift motion. Erryis could feel her breath catching in a fold of the blanket.

A growl behind her. Her lover was breathing in time with the stroke of her fingers in and out of Erryis’ cunt. They pounded deep, in a controlled but gradually quickening pace, sliding in and out of the wet passage.

Erryis’ breathing slowed to match the other woman’s. She was drawing more air in with each breath. A small sound escaped with each exhale, with each thrust.

She felt the hand twist, the fingers widening a new place in her. Another thrust and she moaned loudly into the bed, letting out a sound of pure longing. A third finger slid in deeply as the claw sunk hard into her hip, pulling her ass back up into the air.

She could hear her lover mumbling something. Yes or give it to me. Excited utterances—the words didn’t much matter. Erryis couldn’t give more if she wanted to, she was no longer moving on her own, not even in the range of motion she was allowed by the cords.

The pace was picking up. The fingers inside her were now curved slightly down to her belly. The world passed out of existence as only two things mattered: their rhythm and the sensation. Everything just was.

And the sensation continued. The feel of the hemp rope biting into her, keeping her in place, the blanket bunching under her making it more and more challenging to breathe, and the feel of the fingers pounding into her.

Even the feel of the claws on her hip and the low growl of the woman behind her. All of the sensation, everything was building faster and faster, almost there. Erryis could feel the bright spark of orgasm building behind her eyes, deep within her core.

But the hand stopped moving, suddenly utterly still. The fingers just pressing inside her.

Please?

Their breathing was still in sync, fast and deep.

Please? she begged, a note of panic rising in her voice.

The other woman moaned and leaned closer, pressing her hips against Erryis, pushing her hand in deeper.

With that final touch, Erryis convulsed, moaning.

She gasped and cried out. Tears ran down her face as her body twitched and writhed beyond her control. Her bonds pressed deeper into her skin as she came, shuddering, pinned against the bed. She could feel liquid running down her legs, soaking into the rope at her knees.

She gasped for air and all of her muscles—so tense a moment ago—relaxed. She blinked a piece of blanket painfully from her eye almost without even noticing—this was nothing compared with the teasing.

Sensing the passing of the orgasm, her lover began to move again. Slowly. She slid her fingers out, then back in, building up a rhythm again. More?

Erryis nodded and croaked, Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.

Now

Ashley felt Sam’s hand on the small of her back. The strength of the fingertips was distracting her from the hike, but there really wasn't much to be done about it. Sam's whole palm contacted the bare skin below Ash’s loose cropped top firmly, followed nonchalantly by a wrist and an arm as Sam slid up next to her. Their hips had already met before Ashley turned to look Sam in the eyes.

Ash smiled. She enjoyed their playfulness, and at least Sam hadn't tried anything when they were on the tougher part of the climb. Ashley brushed a damp and curling piece of her long brown hair away from her eyes.

Before she could speak, Sam leaned into her and whispered. I want you. Now.

They were on the trail, in the woods. This wasn’t how hikes normally went. Now?

Sam nodded, hir faux hawk bobbing as much as the gel would allow. Ze apparently hadn't even worked up a sweat on the climb. The corners of hir eyes tightened as ze said, Yes, now.

Ashley squeezed her legs together in anticipation. She swallowed and nodded nervously.

Sam smiled, then wet hir lips with the tip of hir tongue. Ze did not speak, instead pressing hir fingertips gently into Ashley’s back, guiding her off of the trail to the left.

Ashley stepped carefully over a fallen tree, beyond a low layer of ferns and decaying leaves. The ground sloped downward as she walked forward nervously, following Sam's lead.

In a matter of fifteen yards or so they were ducking between trees and brush, beyond which there appeared to be a small clearing where the sun was shining between the trees. Stop, Sam commanded.

Ashley stopped. She turned nervously toward Sam. Even though she was fully clothed—wearing a light top and shorts—she was already feeling exposed. They couldn't be more than twenty yards from the trail. She took a breath and tried to calm herself, allowing the edge of panic to recede. She thought that this might be too much for her.

Sam stepped back a half step and looked into Ashley's eyes. After a moment ze abruptly broke contact, allowing hir eyes to fall gently over Ashley's entire body, looking carefully and appreciatively at every curve. Ze licked hir lips and said, Now, I want you naked.

The blood rushed to Ashley's face. She took a deep breath, preparing a refusal.

Sam raised an eyebrow and softly, but firmly, said again, Now.

Ashley could feel that word reach into her. She could feel a tingling pulse in her pussy as she nervously smiled and reached up to the hem of her top. If you say so.

She pulled the top over her head, exposing her black sports bra, her nipples already clearly outlined in the fabric despite the warmth of the afternoon. She looked straight into Sam's eyes, watching hir reaction as she dropped the top on a fern.

Next, she unbuttoned her shorts and allowed them to fall to her ankles, draping over the hiking boots she was wearing.

Take them off, Ash.

Ashley nodded and stepped out of the shorts. May I leave the boots on?

Yes.

Ashley rotated one of her legs out, showing off her black panties and watched Sam smile.

Looking good, babe. Now take the bra off.

Ashley was starting to enjoy the game now. She bit her lip, realizing she was no longer nervous about being naked out here so close to the trail. Standing there, in the warm summer sun, it was feeling so right. Her pussy was wet and practically humming from excitement already. Slowly, very slowly, she ran her hands up her hips and across her waist, crossing her body and hooking under her bra. You mean this? She smiled as innocently as she could manage, then let out a nervous giggle.

Sam looked Ash in the eyes and practically growled. Yes. Take it off. Now.

If you say so. She slowly peeled it over her head, exposing her breasts and their incredibly tight nipples, with every bump of her areolae clearly defined in the bright sunlight.

Sam pressed hir lips together in anticipation and took a step forward. Ze pressed hir hips against Ashley. Sam's strong hands pressed against Ashley's shoulders. Ze leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss was fierce, Sam's lips pressed hard against Ashley's and opened hir lover's mouth. Hir tongue slid between the moist, full lips, exploring and tasting.

Ashley let out a moan and relaxed against Sam, wrapping her arms around hir neck and leaning on hir slightly. She closed her eyes and kissed Sam back as fiercely and passionately as she knew how. Ashley felt Sam's hands run across