Bad Girls have better Sex

By Sarah Ann Miller

Sex and erotic is important for every person. My short stories are for tolerant people. I write nasty and uninhibited stories.

My words are very vulgar. That's how I like it during sex. I do not know any taboo.

My stories tell of anal sex, group sex, femdom and cuckold, cheating, older women, young women with older men and much more. If you do not like that, you better read another book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CKom - Online Media
• Release date: Jan 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463256541

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Kinky Short Stories about Sex and Erotic

Sarah Ann Miller

I am not her type

I have just returned from an eventful holiday in Sweden. This is the second of a few reports from a fantastic week in a wonderful country, with beautiful people.

It was gone ten o’clock when I woke on my first full day in Sweden Maria and Sonja were already up and about. I put my night dress on, it had been too hot to sleep in it, and padded into the kitchen where there was a pot of fresh coffee ready.

My hosts were sat at the kitchen table and looked up at me as I entered with knowing smiles on their faces. I tried to look cool but I could feel my cheeks flushing. They did not seem embarrassed at all so they either didn’t realize I had been watching their activities last night or they were quite happy that I had.

Sonja pulled out a chair next to her and I sat down kissing her and Maria good morning as I did so. We had a light breakfast and we planned the day. Sonja had some business to attend to but Maria was free to join me for a day relaxing on the lakeside as it was due to be another fantastic day. In the evening we were going to meet some of their friends for dinner in the local town and would probably bring a few back to the house for drinks afterwards, it is very expensive to drink out in Sweden they informed me so it was their common practice to have people over as they were so secluded, they were unlikely to disturb people if things got noisy.

The day was lovely as expected, the village had a small picnic area on the lake side a jetty for boats had been built and there was a small man made beach and cove created to provide safe swimming for local children. Maria and I had a lovely relaxing time watching boats come and go; the children playing and laughter gave a lovely soundtrack as we soaked up the sun’s rays. I would not swim for fear of washing off my insect repellent, there are a lot of little biting insects around at I can’t bear the thought of them crawling over me, I did say I am a girly girl.

The time to get ready for the evening was soon upon us. We returned to the house, I showered, straightened my hair and put on my make up, much to the chagrin of Maria and Sonja I spent an age getting ready. They showered and dressed in their usual casual style while I fussed about trying to look my best. Eventually I was ready, I wore an older style sheer almost see through bra and knickers set under an above knee tribal print summer dress taking a pink cotton cardigan in case it got a little cold, my gladiator style sandals were flat so I didn’t tower over everyone. My dark hair was completely straightened and I felt I looked ok. Both the girls told me I looked great, then added that I was gorgeous beforehand and could have been ready half hour ago, some people!

The restaurant was busy but our table had been booked so we were on an open patio overlooking a river. Two couples had arrived before us Sonja’s brother Andesh and his wife I already knew the other couple were friends of his. Drinks were ordered and before they arrived, we were joined by the rest of our party. Agneta and Karin were a couple I’d heard of from Maria and Sonja but had not previously met, I told them it was nice to meet them at last, they returned in kind. I was introduced to their friend Anya. Maria gave me a knowing smile when I sat down after greeting everyone and I suddenly realized that I was part of a set up. I looked at Anya again. She was extremely pretty; her hair was cut short and spiked with blonde tips on what I thought would have been naturally red hair. Her eyes were beautiful, green and sparkling; she wore no make up and had a few small ginger freckles could be seen on her cheeks. She was a little shorter than me, as you may know or have guessed I am quite tall for a girl. She was in great shape and was obviously quite sporty or worked in a physical job. Her breasts were small and pert, in short, she looked great! Unfortunately, her attire put me off, her style was almost stereotypical dyke, jeans roughly cut off at the knee, and Zebra patterned Dr Marten’s boots. She wore an open light denim shirt over a black vest, and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Even worse she seemed to be sneering at me as if she obviously did not like what she saw.

The meal was lovely, the company fantastic and despite my initial fear Anya proved to be witty, intelligent and good fun too. I think I held my own in the banter, I defended myself when accused of being overdressed and over stressed, even if I was on this occasion both.

As planned we all returned to Maria and Sonja’s house for drinks and a little music. I went with the hosts to help prepare things and it was me who opened the door to let people in as they arrived. Anya was in the last group to arrive and again I felt as if she was not happy with me, once again almost sneering.

Everybody settled with drinks and the conversations were flowing again, I was having a great time chatting to all and even dancing at one point. After a little time, I found myself in the kitchen replenishing my drink when Anya walked in. I looked her up and down again studying her. I still thought her very pretty and vowed to put my prejudices about her style to one side and attempt to get a little closer to her.

Are you having a good time? I asked, I could not believe that I felt so nervous, "can I get you a drink?

I’m ok. her reply was very sullen and again she seemed to be looking down on me.

Have I upset you in any way? I was starting to get unnerved by all this and even a little angry with her attitude.

Look I’ll be honest with you, she started to explain, I was led to believe I was being set up with a lesbian friend of Sonja’s but, well to be frank you’re not a lesbian in my eyes. You’re just playing at it like it’s fashionable to be hanging out with a different crowd, I mean you turn up with your tits out and your legs showing up to your ass it’s the boys looking at you not the girls.

MY temper broke and I let her have it with both barrels.

Playing at being a lesbian! I retorted, What am I supposed to do shave my head and start dressing like a man? I’d like you to know that its girls I like not pretend boys like you. Yes I’ve got breasts, and I’m bloody proud of them but its pellocks like you who don’t see past them, there’s a brain here too you know? and you moan about me having them out for show well I was hoping someone like you might like them but then you criticize me yet it’s you who’s nipples are standing out like coat pegs.

I took a breath to carry on but noticed Anya was sniggering, what? I asked with maybe more venom than needed.

Coat pegs? she asked.

I was stunned for a second; still wanting to rant and rave, but soon regained my composure.

It’s an old saying of my granddad. I explained, Look.

I grabbed an apron stood in front of Anya opened her shirt a little and pretended to hang the apron on her nipple which was showing through the thin material of her vest.

We both started to giggle. I thought maybe we had made up.

I’m sorry if I insulted you. Her apology seemed genuine.

Sorry I called you a boy, and for all the other mean things I said. I was genuine

Still not sure you’re a genuine lesbian, I mean look at you I couldn’t believe she was still getting at me.

Really! Well let me show you!

With that I grabbed a fistful of her hair on the top of her head, which was not that easy as it was cropped that short. I pulled her head back causing her to wince and grab for my hand but I grabbed her wrist turning her arm behind her and marched her out of the kitchen into the hallway towards the main door. I wrestled her through the door into the garden, letting go of her for a second as I shut the door.

Why don’t you just piss off and leave me be? I shouted at her.

She said something in Swedish that I guessed was swearing and having been set free from my grasp she grabbed my hair with both hands pulling me down so I was bent over. I pushed forward so that my shoulder hit her chest and I knocked her onto the grass. Her grip on my hair