Absolute Lesbian Sex - Volume 2

By Ashley Hind, Erin Pim, Vanessa de Sade and Roxanna Cross

Five red hot stories focused girl on girl action

Lipsmacker by Ashley Hind
"This is the ballad of Fanny Spänkka, who fell in love with the beautiful drummer and then had her heart broken by Yours Truly. It’s not actually a ballad, obviously. It’s more of a swift tale, but I use the term for the musical connotations, since dearest Fanny does so love to boast to all her girly conquests that she is the lead singer of a rock band. She doesn’t mention that it’s a crap rock band. This isn’t even much of a tale, if I’m honest - more a cautionary note not to get ideas above your station where I am concerned. Because if you get me uncharacteristically drunk and perform your particularly nasty kink upon my person, you can bet your sweet ass that I, as the most luscious natural dominatrix imaginable, am going to bring a hefty bum-load of retribution straight round to your back door. And that’s exactly what I did..."

Strap Happy by Erin Pim
Two kinkster lesbians discover the pleasure of bringing a strap on phallus into the bedroom. It's obvious that the girl on the receiving end gets her fill, but they soon find out that wearing the dildo also has its allure.

An Old Fashioned Love Story by Vanessa de Sade
Angie has known how she feels about Greta for a long time. But does Greta feel the same way? Find out in this sizzling-hot girl-girl romance.

Special Delivery by Roxanna Cross
An intriguing package is delivered to a posh residence. The door woman who accepts the delivery for the tenant is piqued by the alluring box. Yet, she cannot phantom the sophisticated resident of flat 5233 to be involved in anything her twisted mind is cooking up…

Lunch Break by Erin Pim
A highly sexed woman has trouble refraining from masturbating at work, especially when a female co-worker becomes the object of her affection. Not to mention, this co-worker has suddenly become curious of her frequent trips to the washroom stall. She can’t stop thinking about Dana’s glorious breasts, but is desperate to keep anyone from work from knowing her dirty little secret. What’s a hyper sexed girl to do?

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Feb 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781785381195

Ashley Hind

Ashley Hind began writing part-time in 2009. As well as contributing short stories for Xcite and for Mischief Books, she has also written three full-length novels: The Intruder, Taken, and Butterflies. Ashley is married and lives in Dorset, England. Find her on Twitter: @AshleyHind1

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Lipsmacker

Ashley Hind

This is the ballad of Fanny Spänkka, who fell in love with the beautiful drummer and then had her heart broken by Yours Truly. It’s not actually a ballad, obviously. It’s more of a swift tale, but I use the term for the musical connotations, since dearest Fanny does so love to boast to all her girly conquests that she is the lead singer of a rock band. She doesn’t mention that it’s a crap rock band. This isn’t even much of a tale, if I’m honest - more a cautionary note not to get ideas above your station where I am concerned. Because if you get me uncharacteristically drunk and perform your particularly nasty kink upon my person, you can bet your sweet ass that I, as the most luscious natural dominatrix imaginable, am going to bring a hefty bum-load of retribution straight round to your back door. And that’s exactly what I did...

This is the ballad of Fanny Spänkka, who fell in love with the beautiful drummer and then had her heart broken by Yours Truly. It’s not actually a ballad, obviously. It’s more of a swift tale, but I use the term for the musical connotations, since dearest Fanny does so love to boast to all her girly conquests that she is the lead singer of a rock band. She doesn’t mention that it’s a crap rock band. This isn’t even much of a tale, if I’m honest - more a cautionary note not to get ideas above your station where I am concerned. Because if you get me uncharacteristically drunk and perform your particularly nasty kink upon my person, you can bet your sweet ass that I, as the most luscious natural dominatrix imaginable, am going to bring a hefty bum-load of retribution straight round to your back door. And that’s exactly what I did.

I never took Fanny that seriously. I mean, her band is called Q.W.I.M. for goodness sake! It stands for Queens Who Idolise Music, apparently. Queens Who Butcher Music, more like - but changing the I to a B prevents the hilarious joke of forcing people to use the word quim whenever they mention the band. Their Unique Selling Point is lipstick lesbianism, which is a little tenuous considering that, out of the four-piece, two of them are bisexual at best. Nonetheless, they have built up an unfeasibly loyal fan base of presumably deaf young ladies, who think it cool to dip a toe into the Sapphic pool. And yes, you can sense my bitterness at the fact that ridiculous Fanny has all these nubile rock bitches panting after her.

She’s not the type I would usually let into my undies. She’s good-looking enough but she talks rubbish all day long and believes her own hype way too much. Moreover, she is an utter fraud. Her trademark kink, the one that inspired her stage name, was stolen off another Rock Goddess who was indeed the genuine article, and became the lead singer of Slikbitch. The two of them had slept together a few times when they were both starting out on the club and student circuits, and young Fanny - then plain Ingrid - had been on the receiving end of this naughty act. She decided she needed an edgy image of her own, so she stole the kink and made it the centre of her sexual repertoire, and then changed her name so that it looked like it was her idea all along.

I know this to be true because when Slikbitch supported U.S. metal giants Wrath’s Child on the European leg of their world tour, I was invited to come along and take pictures. I got very up close and personal with the aforementioned Rock Goddess, so I know what really happened. Last summer, over the festival season, the paths of the two bands seemed to be permanently crossed. Fanny was around almost constantly. Because of the connection between the two lead singers, Q.W.I.M. got invited to a much better class of aftershow party than their lowly status would normally have allowed.

Right from the first time I saw Fanny she was trying to make a big noise, but then I guess fame has always been about blagging your way up. Her band was all about sex and sexuality, the mantra being that all girls, gay or straight, should be forever kicking no-good boys into touch in order to try a bit of lady lovin’ with their sexy female mates instead. They had songs called things like I Turned Her, and their closest thing to a hit, Friends with Benefits. The latter contained the poetry-dodging line, to be shouted in unison by the frenzied female crowd, of guzzle down your BFF’s honey til she screams! Classy.

It was imperative that everyone knew of Fanny’s sexual preferences. She mentioned it whenever possible and tried always to have a girl in tow. She had the legend Gorgeous Lesbian tattooed upon her left shoulder, which is going to look cracking when she is sixty.