Girl-on-Girl: 10 XXX Erotic Shorts of Pussy Pleasures

By Mandy Smith

A 10-piece collection of lesbian shorts that definitely won't disappoint. A bundle pack mixture of non-stop sex extracts taken from previously best-selling eBooks now coupled up with new stories to give value-for-filth!

Young with mature, kinky and dom, virgins and first timers, cougars and married ladies, seduction and surrender, groups and parties, strap on toys, role play and extreme sex games.

Extreme, sleazy and depraved 'girl on girl' sex that guarantees one-handed reading, strictly aimed at broad minded adults only. Short stories that cut right to the action without any achingly slow build ups - This is lesbian erotica at its hardest, a definite 'must-have' for all lovers of hardcore girl-on-girl erotica!  Highly recommended. Scroll down to buy now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mandy Smith
• Release date: Aug 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393500469

Book preview

1: Ultimate Depravity

She’s seen the woman before; pale skin and bright blue eyes, clouds of red, wild hair. She’d made feelings stir in Nadine which she hadn’t felt for a very long time, ever since she was an innocent teenaged kid and the neighbour girl had took her upstairs into her bedroom so they could practice their kissing skills. That day Nadine’s heart had skipped a beat and right then as their lips touched and their tongues caressed each other, she’d realised her true calling in life. But had tried to shrug it off.

Now the feelings had come back stronger than ever; this woman had started it all over again. Nadine laughed, thinking how stupid she was to be affected like this and got ready for work.

Imagine her shock when crossing the street to go to work later that morning when she sees the same red haired woman step out from the alley and look directly at her. It’s the middle of the day but the woman is dressed outrageously, like in fancy dress, or an SM costume; a corset styled top and skin tight leather jeans, and the tallest, pointiest stilettos Nadine has ever seen.

The woman starts walking across the street directly towards her. She moves like a snake, and somehow it looks as if she’s not even touching the ground. Nadine stands rooted to her spot like a mouse with a hawk swooping down on it. She can’t even breathe. And then, just as the woman is close enough to touch she turns and disappears in the opposite direction.

Nadine’s heart pumps and she catches her breath. Is this some kind of flashback? She shakes her head and shuffles across the street to the vintage clothing store where she works. She doesn’t want to talk to anybody, busying herself folding and refolding clothing, changing the music around; anything to avoid talking to people.

The morning drags by slowly and then she feels her heart quicken again. She’s afraid to even turn around, afraid what she’ll see.

It’s the woman again; her with the deep blue eyes and pale complexion, browsing the racks. She’s not looking at Nadine but Nadine knows without a doubt, that the woman is sending her telepathic messages. Mind-fucking with her.

Look at me, the woman is saying. Don’t you want to taste me?

And then the woman is suddenly incredibly close, staring, her body touching Nadine’s.

You know me? I want you, she says, almost without moving her lips. Then she smiles at Nadine. Her teeth are bright white, her lips crimson red with lipstick.

You’re beautiful, Nadine says, stupidly. Are you new in town?

I’m always new, the woman says. Her voice is like a bell. I’m from all over. I’ve got gypsy feet, can’t seem to stay in one place very long.

I wish I could travel, Nadine says.

Why don’t you come with me? I might be moving on today.

I can’t do that. I...have work, I have bills to pay.

And you think the world would just stop in its tracks if you dipped out, huh?

The woman leans down slowly, running her hand luxuriantly down her smooth thigh. She’s wearing shorts now, and her boots come all the way over her knee. She tugs at the gleaming leather and straightens them.

That’s incredible vanity, the woman says.

I know, Nadine says softly. You’re right, I should...

Come with me....

And as if in a dream Nadine follows the woman out of the store and down the street, and through the alley opposite the shopping center. The mysterious woman moves like a goddess, powerful and surefooted through the dirty streets. Her brilliant black boots gleam sexily against her skin and her gorgeous ass seems to beckon Nadine with every step she makes.

The woman disappears around a corner, and momentarily Nadine feels that she’s lost her, but then she catches up. The woman is there, leaning against the wall, waiting for her. She’s standing outside an old, heavy door Nadine has never seen before, even though she’s been everywhere in the city at least a dozen times.

I don’t even know your name, Nadine says.

It’s... Lacey, the woman answers. Somehow Nadine gets the feeling she’s made the name up on the spot, like a kind of game she’s playing with her.

She follows her through the door. It’s a music club. Pounding music, throbbing lights. Even though it’s only mid-afternoon outside, inside it feels like 3 am.

Lacey produces two glasses filled with cloudy, strong tasting alcohol.

Nadine tries to push one of the glasses toward Lacey but she won’t have it. She stands so close to Nadine, watching her drink one glass after the other, that Nadine can smell the other woman’s warm skin.

Euphoria tumbles through Nadine. She’s bathed in a head spinning feeling of extreme lust and happiness. And Lacey presses against her now, licking her lips.

Darling you taste delightful, she says. Like a little bird. Hop down on the ground now, little bird; I’d like you to do something.

Without thinking twice Nadine falls on to her knees and looks longingly up at Lacey.

Tell me what to do, she says.

Lacey moves, running her hands up over her taut, pale body. Her breasts bounce under her red-nailed hands. Nadine is in a trance, hooked on her, wanting to please her.

I want you to lick my boots, baby, she says. "Put your face