Silk and Leather
Silk and Leather: Lesbian Erotica with an Edge
Synopsis
What happens when you leave your inhibitions at the door? When you’re ready for something different, something that pushes your boundaries and makes your wildest, wettest fantasies come true? What would you do if no one was watching? Or if they were? Is there something you’ve always wanted try? A bit of role play? A top to someone’s bottom? That chance meeting that leads to unexpected pleasures?
Life is anything but ordinary when the lights go out and there are no rules to follow. This collection of stories by award winning authors offers fantasies as soft as silk and tough as leather. The only question is: How far will you go to make your deepest desires come true?
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Silk and Leather: Lesbian Erotica with an Edge
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L.L. Shelton
L.L. Shelton is the indie author of the Our Glass Series, the Nights of Lily Ann Series, and the short story “Cuffed to Her.” Her genres have included lesbian romance and lesbian erotica. She lives in the United States on the Eastern Shore with her partner of twenty years.
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The words bounced from the speakers above Silk’s head. She stopped to listen to any further messages, but when the speaker drew quiet, she continued her journey through the train cars. Dressed in a white silk blouse, she teetered between the crowd in the tightly enclosed space. Bodies pressed against each other with hands straying to forbidden body parts as she tried to find balance. A quick apologetic smile followed each arousing touch. The white silk clung to her body from the heat, with a sensation developing within. Her nipples were ripe from all the contact and ready for plucking.
As she reached the last door, a man and woman stood facing each other in a small corridor. They leaned against opposite walls, restricting the space between them. The woman raised her body as Silk stepped closer. She wore a tight-fitting, green lace blouse. Her long auburn hair flowed down, with little twists at the end of each strand lifting from her bare shoulders. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a shy smile. Submissively, her eyes fell as she clearly admired Silk’s curves.
Silk took a step toward the man, causing his smile to widen. She smiled back, but with a small shift of her heel she was pressed against the lady in green. Their silk and lace tops were drawn together by static electricity. A different electricity ricocheted through her veins, the type that fires desires. Silk shuffled sideways, followed by a pause. She grabbed the woman at the waist before she pushed her hips into her. She was rewarded with a barely suppressed moan. Eyes met and seduction was firmly in place. Another shuffle and lips lingered inches apart. Breaths held silent. Another shuffle and her fingers ran across the woman’s stomach. Breath hitched. Silk stepped free and pulled the door open to the next car on the train. She stepped inside, but not before turning to give the woman in lace a soft, wanting gaze.
Silk found her seat quickly, a back row one in first class where she had a little privacy and a bit more room to move. The train would depart shortly. She second-guessed her decision to decline a sleeping car. The twelve-hour ride to New York City already seemed unbearable. The time would click by slowly unless she could find something or someone to meet her entertainment needs. Maybe an auburn-haired woman in a lace blouse could fulfill that desire. She turned back in search of Lace. She was gone. A large round man stood against the same wall reading a newspaper where she once stood. So much for the hope of auburn hair cascading over her skin with lace fabric gently caressing her inner thighs while Silk held the woman’s head tightly between her legs. Silk was becoming intoxicated with the thoughts of pumping until she released in the woman’s mouth. A tinge of wetness emerged, and Silk forced herself to draw her attention somewhere else.
Her fingers softly stroked the white silk material wrapped around her neck. With a twist, the back of her hand slipped between her breasts. She watched out the window as bodies rushed to load the train at the last minute. She sat in row sixty-nine admiring her reflection. Her makeup was flawless, with a light coat of red lipstick over full lips. Her long blond hair was half pinned up. A slight dip and deep cleavage reflected in the glass. Yes, she was on form today.
The first drops of rain spiraled down. The outside world soon disappeared under a frost that swallowed the window. Silk swiped toward the left, the wetness from the window smearing over her fingers. The outdoor picture was visible again, the platform clear. Silk was startled by dark brown eyes looking fixedly upward into the window at her. The woman’s back was straight, her shoulders squared; her ground held solid. Waves of long black hair flowed down her back. She wore her black leather pants like a painted canvas. Toned muscles were displayed flawlessly from a leather vest she wore eloquently. Tiny raindrops slipped down her bare arms.
If only my tongue could lick the wetness from her skin, Silk thought.
Silk’s eyes didn’t falter; she kept herself focused on those lusting brown eyes when her fingertip moved over her nipple. She slowly twirled around the outer area of the bud, causing the bump to stiffen. She adjusted her seating as a gathering of juices started to pool. The feeling of Leather’s eyes on her caused heat to rise from her warm core. Her thumb and index fingers pinched her now prominent nipple and twisted. Unable to hold the eye contact, her head fell back, and she released a low, soft moan. She forced her gaze back to the window. She lusted to be watched as she touched herself.
But Leather was gone. The platform that was once occupied by the olive-skinned beautiful woman dressed in black leather was stripped of any pleasurable scenery. Silk sighed heavily before falling back into the cushions. Two shortcomings on the same day did not bode well.
Silk kicked off her heels and stretched her legs out, with her feet resting on the chair across from her. Her head tilted back on the hard headrest with a hint of discomfort at the odd position. The engines of the train came to life with a thunderous vibration. The train jerked ahead, and the feel of movement swept over her body. Oh, this will be a long trip. A very long trip.
Fingertips brushed over her knee in a downward motion, causing Silk to stir from sleep. A hand grasped her calf, and the sensation of her leg lifting caused her eyes to widen. By the time she focused, her leg was in Leather’s lap. Silk blinked a few times to erase the vision, but no. She was real. Leather held her leg and slowly kneaded the muscles. Silk ran her tongue over her bottom lip, which was suddenly dry as a desert. There was a knot in the back of her throat. She swallowed a few times to r
elieve the strange feeling. Leather’s touch was currently unraveling Silk’s calm, collected manner.
Leather’s touch caused a pulsating throb to radiate through Silk’s body, straight to her clit. She watched as Leather lifted her foot and softly licked the pad of her toe. Butterfly kisses trailed down her arch before rounding the heel. Her foot found a resting spot on Leather’s shoulder. Butterfly kisses continued, mixed with nibbles over her calf until Leather was leaning forward, licking softly at her inner thigh. Silk shifted and pulled her skirt up, desiring those lips to travel higher. She parted her legs as Leather fell to her knees between the seats, her feet in the aisle. Leather’s mouth teased the crook of her leg, a breath away from her center. Only a few more inches and her sweet sex would be tasted. She moaned at the thought of her come filling Leather’s mouth. As if she sensed her need, Leather hooked her fingers into the silk panties, pulling them to the side to reveal her sex.
Silk’s eyes grew heavy with pleasure but soon widened when Lace appeared beside her. She stood her ground between the seats and watched the show. The warmth of Leather’s mouth engulfing her soaking folds, her long tongue licking the nectar flowing freely, caused Silk to arch. She released a soft whimper of pleasure. Heat rocketed through her body. Silk’s hand fell to Leather’s head and pushed her deeper while her gaze focused on Lace. Silk couldn’t help but notice her voyeur’s protruding nipples through the blouse that clung tightly to her. They were huge and in need of sucking. Silk’s mouth made an “O” shape with a silent moan when visions of sucking them to a peak flashed before her eyes.
Lace watched.
Silk’s shoulders raised off the chair when Leather’s tongue swirled around her clit. She felt her hood pushed back, and a long lapping lick brought her to the edge. She gritted her teeth to hold back the orgasm. She grasped the armrest with her free hand that wasn’t holding Leather in place. She looked between the two women as she started to pump. A finger slipped past her entrance with ease and dove deep into her, up to the knuckle. A second finger joined the first. Silk whimpered at the fulfillment. Leather clamped down on her swollen clit and moans breathed over Silk’s hot spot. Her chest rose and fell with each breath sucked into her lungs.
Lace watched.
Silk held Leather’s head steady between her soaking thighs. Leather was going to swallow her. All of her. She was on edge. She pumped faster. One hand pushed Leather’s mouth closer, and the other grasped the headrest, which was no longer causing discomfort. She pumped. Her eyes were heavy, watching the lust in Lace’s gray eyes. Watch her swallow me. Watch me come in her mouth. The words rang out in her head just as she arched outward. She thrust harder. Good, so good. Keep watching me—a quiet scream released as she exploded into Leather’s mouth. Her thighs tightened against the sides of Leather’s head. Juices released. All of her juices. Just as she was descending from her explosion, Lace licked at her bottom lip; Silk closed her eyes and skyrocketed into an uncontrollable second climax. Leather sucked in the double dose of liquid with fervor. Silk descended for the second time. She opened her eyes with exertion. Lace was gone. Silk’s leg fell to the side, releasing Leather from her duties.
* * *
Leather kissed her way back over the glistening thighs. She stood and pulled Silk up with her. She slipped the heels onto the feet of the long legs that had held her head like vise grips mere minutes before. Grabbing her hand, she guided her through the corridors at a rapid pace, with Silk double stepping to keep up with her. They soon reached a sleeping car, and with a swift motion, Leather pulled Silk into the small room before closing and locking them inside.
Silk’s body thumped against the wall. Leather pressed into the kiss with her tongue invading Silk’s mouth with desire. Tasting Silk had ignited an inferno inside her. She needed to come. She needed nipples between her lips as she relentlessly sucked them to their limits. Holding their kiss, Leather clawed at the buttons on the silk blouse. With the fall of the last button and the parting of material, she tore the bra apart, releasing the full breasts, and the sound of the ripping cloth added fuel to her fire.
Breaking the kiss, she pulled Silk’s hands above her head and held them against the wall. Her free hand ripped the torn material away, revealing dark pink areolas. Swollen nipples taunted her. She held Silk’s arms tight above her head, and the other hand pushed gently on her stomach, keeping her in place, restricting her. A dip of her head and she sucked in her hard, pink nipple, only to release it long enough to flick and roll her tongue around in circles before the nipple was absorbed deeper and harder. Leather’s moans rippled over the soft flesh. Releasing the swollen kernel with a deep sigh, she attached to the other breast with urgency. Need and want pulsated through her clit. She undocked from the nipple with a growl. Releasing her hold, Leather pointed to the bed.
Leather watched Silk follow directions like a good girl. Her eyes looked down in hunger at the beautiful woman beneath her. She had one mission, and that was to get some release. She slowly unzipped her leather vest, pulling it apart to reveal her small breasts. She twisted her nipples, making them extend to their limits. Her eyes were heavy from the pleasure. She unzipped her pants, revealing the top of her mound. She pulled Silk’s lips to the curly hair; small licks caused a low tug in her center. A tug of the hair and Silk’s mouth withdrew from the sweet smell. Leather flipped Silk around, so her legs were up against the wall and her head hung off the side of the bed. Leather pulled her pants down and stopped when the leather reached her thighs. A small patch of curly hair emerged, and Leather spread her legs. Her fingers separated her folds for Silk to admire. Leather slipped her finger in and out of the folds, moaning softly at how desperately she wanted this. She slid her finger into Silk’s mouth and watched as Silk sucked the juices with hunger. The leather pants peeled from her body to a final resting place on the floor.
Only wearing her leather vest, Leather moved so she was flanking Silk’s head. Silk’s heels remained on, and her skirt had fallen to her waist, revealing silk panties. Leather splayed her legs further apart as she prepared to lower herself onto Silk’s waiting mouth. She grabbed Silk’s ankles and secured them to the wall. Her heels dug into the plaster as anchors. She lowered herself to Silk’s mouth.
Her tongue swirled in circles, up and around, grazing her clit before continuing its journey. The wet twisting tongue slipped closer and closer to where she needed it most. A thrust and it dipped in, teasing the spot just inside. Silk was rewarded with a deep moan. Leather spread her legs and the rhythmic pumping started. Her hips were rotating from front to back and gaining speed. Leather spread Silk’s legs; the silk panties were wet, the wet spot growing as Silk devoured Leather with her mouth. Watching Silk’s pussy getting wet was enough to make Leather want to explode, but she held steady. Releasing this soon would be like eating dessert before savoring the meal. She likes fucking me with her tongue. That’s it. Take it. The words ran on repeat in Leather’s mind. She was climbing. Her breaths increased. Silk’s tongue fucked her with every thrust while her hands grasped at her ass. Leather reached down and stroked her own clit. Gripping the swollen bump between her thumb and index finger, she began to jerk. Faster and faster. Her eyes closed, teeth gritted, back arched, she came in Silk’s mouth. A scream of ecstasy echoed off the walls. Silk licked her, missing some, the sweet fluid running down her chin. With a heavy sigh, Leather fell on the bed.
Silk twisted to an upright position, steadied herself, and pulled her skirt down. She rebuttoned her blouse and motioned in a “one minute” gesture to Leather before she slipped out of the room.
* * *
Lace stared out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly a hand rested on her shoulder, causing her to look up. Silk stood beside her and motioned at the seat next to her. Understanding the silent question, Lace motioned with her eyes to the lounge where a poker game was currently in the works. Silk took her hand and Lace was guided toward the sleeping car area.
Once inside, the door was lock
ed, and Lace stood in front of Leather with Silk behind her. Two hands wrapped around her waist and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Leather watched.
Slowly the lace blouse was pulled over her head and tossed to the side. Then her bra was released, and her nipples tightened in the cool air. She noticed the want in Leather’s dark brown eyes. She felt Silk’s fingers roll around her swelling nipples before pinching them gently. She rewarded the action with a moan.
Leather shifted and softly stroked herself.
Lace’s body was guided to the bed as an offering. She was lowered next to Leather, with her knees spread. Leather twisted her nipple before leaning over and sucking it in deeply. Lace’s back arched hard, and a deep moan emerged. When her other nipple was pinched, Lace cried out in pleasure. She was soaked and throbbed with need. She searched for Silk to plead for release.
Silk parted her folds and she took her first finger with ease; then another slipped inside her, followed by a third. Lace was full and ready. Silk started to fuck her at a steady pace, her thumb pushing against her clit with every thrust. Her hips began to rock onto Silk’s fingers. She couldn’t last at this pace. Her walls were tightening in small spasms. Just at the edge, Silk hooked her arm under Lace’s thigh and pulled, flipping her over.
She landed on all fours on top of Leather, with her breasts dangling above her swollen lips. Lips that couldn’t get enough of her nipples. She felt them sucked until they ached in pleasurable pain. Leather bit and sucked at them with no mercy. Red, swollen, and throbbing, her nipples were on fire in the best of ways.
She reared back when Silk’s three fingers slid back inside her. The same rhythm rocked her again from behind. Small slaps on her ass make her quake with need. With every rock, her nipples were pulled to their limits as Leather held firm. She was dangling over the edge of orgasm. One more push, one more dip, one more nibble, and she would plunge.