Between the Sheets - Lesbian Love

By Annabeth Leong, Allison Wonderland, D.N. Esacarys and 2 more

A collection of five fantastic sapphic stories
Perfect Stranger by Annabeth Leong
Gretchen arranges a no-strings-attached good time with a stranger-but realizes too late that she neglected to specify gender. The woman she's been set up with, however, has a fetish for first-timers and is all too happy to show her the ropes.


Flick Chicks by Alison Wonderland
Flick Chicks tells the tale of two film lovers (and movie buffs). The flicks the chicks create are inspired by the stag films of the fifties famous for featuring the three B's: bondage, backsides, and Bettie Page... as well as the occasional piece of equestrian equipment.


Aphrodite's Exile by D.N. Esacarys
A beautiful Greek goddess causes terror as she starts the Trojan War. Her punishment; exile to an island inhabited only by women.


Curiosity Cured the Cat by Nicole Swann
Two lesbian lovers help their bi-curious housewife neighbor to get in touch with her sexuality by putting on a very personal and up-close sex show.


Heather Honey by Scarlett Rush
Lost in the rainswept heather of the Highlands, she finds refuge in a cottage owned by the person she would least expect to find there: a gorgeous red-headed cougar, all dressed up ready to seduce. It seems she has walked straight into the kind of scene one only finds in erotic tales. Surely her fantasy is about to come true? However, when Ailsa and Lexi also turn up, things take an unexpected turn...

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Dec 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781785380808

Annabeth Leong

Annabeth Leong found relief in erotica. Reading others’ stories opened up a world of freedom and exploration. Writing it increased the thrill. Since her first published story in 2009, she has written for anthologies by Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Coming Together, and Circlet. Her work has appeared online at Every Night Erotica and Oysters and Chocolate. Besides freedom of speech, Annabeth loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and attending concerts--probably in that order. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island.

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1988.

Perfect Stranger

Annabeth Leong

Gretchen arranges a no-strings-attached good time with a stranger - but realizes too late that she neglected to specify gender. The woman she’s been set up with, however, has a fetish for first-timers and is all too happy to show her the ropes.

When the door opened, Gretchen Paul had only a moment to absorb that the person in front of her was a woman before being pulled into the sort of powerful, demanding kiss she had been dreaming about for months. She moaned in surprise as soft, strong hands stroked up her jaw and curled firmly just behind her ears, holding her in place. The woman’s mouth was more delicate than that of Gretchen’s last boyfriend, but that didn’t stop her from controlling Gretchen with it.

She started in deep and hard, claiming the entire territory of Gretchen’s mouth for later exploration, stunning Gretchen into acquiescence. Then she backed off slightly and seduced a panting Gretchen with more finesse, her lips, tongue, and teeth communicating that she could make Gretchen gasp or melt at any moment she wished.

Her body was light and small, but steely. She wore a vanilla cologne infused with masculine scents of oak and tobacco. She was shorter than Gretchen, but clearly in command. One button of her blazer rubbed Gretchen’s left nipple as they kissed, never letting Gretchen forget how hard it had gotten.

She released Gretchen with a cocky smile. You should close the front door, she said. Her voice was warm and rough as a cat’s tongue.

Trembling, Gretchen obeyed, feeling for the doorknob as if the kiss had struck her blind. Maybe I need a minute to collect myself. Her knees felt unsteady, and she worried she might fall over. Gretchen had asked a friend to set her up with a stranger - someone Gretchen had never met, but who was definitely clean and safe and interested in a no-strings-attached good time. After her last heartbreak, she’d decided she needed a good lay, nothing more, and it had turned her on to anticipate knocking on the door of a person, sight unseen, certain she was about to have sex. A person recommended by a friend had seemed like a better prospect than anyone she might pick up online or at a bar, and Gretchen had wanted to spare herself uncertainty, unanswered messages, and drunken fumbling.

Her friend had asked if she had any preferences as far as the stranger went, and Gretchen had replied that she had none. It occurred to her now that gender might have been a good thing to specify.

The woman who had kissed her into oblivion grabbed the left spaghetti strap of Gretchen’s dress and hauled her deeper into the apartment. What if I like you better when you’re not collected?

Gretchen got confused impressions of antique wooden clocks, elaborate cooking implements, and a wall of records. The woman wore suit pants with the blazer. Her hair was very short on the back and sides of her head, but longer on the top and styled into a swirly pattern. Her large glasses with black frames made her cheekbones seem especially delicate. Without makeup, a scattering of dark freckles gave variation to the coloring of her brown face.

Never in a million years would Gretchen have thought to seek out someone who looked like this, but when the woman directed her into a leather-covered armchair and straddled her lap, Gretchen’s cunt responded with a thudding, clenching yes that was shocking in its vehemence. What’s your name? Gretchen whispered.

That won’t ruin the stranger thing for you?

She shook her head. I could make that old joke about needing to know what to scream. In truth, Gretchen was still superstitious about the idea of first times. She had never been with a woman before. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with it - though the unexpected intensity of the kiss tempted her to try - but she certainly couldn’t with someone whose name she didn’t know.

The woman in Gretchen’s lap quirked up one corner of her mouth. I probably should have been the one to make that joke. Her fingers worked at Gretchen’s buttons, baring skin. Gretchen reached up for a sip of a kiss, but that turned into a gulp when her partner took over again. Her tongue had a drugging effect. Gretchen couldn’t think or breathe. She couldn’t lift her arms to pull the woman closer. All she could do was pulse and want and pray for more.

She feared her stillness would be taken for passivity or indifference, but the woman didn’t seem disturbed. She held the kiss until Gretchen’s thighs trembled and her skin itched with the need to be touched, until the arousal soaked through Gretchen’s panties and the scent of it was unmistakable, until Gretchen let out a single whimper of abject need. All the while, she expertly stripped Gretchen, peeling away the button-up shirt, undoing her bra with one deft hand, then solving the complicated fastenings of her skirt without so much as a pause.

Only then did she grant a reprieve from her sexual mastery and pull back long enough to let Gretchen find her breath again, and maybe a tiny piece of her brain. It’s Melanie, the woman said. How are you? Do you still feel good about doing this?

She removed her own clothing as she spoke, shrugging out of the blazer to reveal a thin white V-neck T-shirt, no bra to hide her large, dark nipples, and slender, wiry arms.

Gretchen’s mouth worked. Uh, Gretchen said. I think so? We’re doing... some things I’ve never done before.

Melanie smirked. What haven’t you done before, Gretchen? She touched one of Gretchen’s hard nipples with the tip of a short-nailed finger. "And tell me what you want to do for the very