Fiction

Inspired by Sinclair Sexsmith's call for lesbian BDSM erotica, I gave it a shot, but I missed the deadline. I'm not sure if fiction is my forte, but I'll leave that up to you:

            She pulled out the drawer on her bedside table and handed over the restraints and her wrists. The smell of leather made her crave Noa’s fingers inside her even more, if that was possible. Noa tightened the leather straps around her wrists, buckling them shut. She let Ella touch her, run her hands down her sides and grab her hips, her thumbs against her hip bones.  But only briefly before she pushed her hands down roughly, putting her weight on Ella’s wrists. The feel of her wrists being held down made Ella moan out.

            “No, no,” Noa changed her mind and unhooked the restraints. “I want you face down,” she said as she pushed Ella over onto her belly. Snapping them back in to place, Noa pulled Ella back onto her knees and elbows, one hand grasping her hip, the other thrusting her fingers inside her.

The night began without any pretense. Just two friends getting drinks.  Ella hadn’t seen Noa since, well… since her birthday, when Noa flirted shamelessly with her in front of her own girlfriend. Ella thought it was tactless.  Although she plays by different rules, she respects those of others and didn’t appreciate being the object of Noa’s broken monogamy.  Ella and Noa have always flirted in the way that any two beautiful women might flirt with each other in their compliments.  It didn’t start until Noa kissed Ella one night, only a few weeks before her birthday, with such passion it still makes Ella wet to think about. But Noa had a girlfriend then too, and Ella wouldn’t have any of it.

Oh, Ella had forgotten, she had seen Noa since her birthday, once while they were out, on the dancefloor.  She smelled her hair, looked into her green eyes and felt it in her groin.  That was brief, Ella had gone home with someone else that night, but how could she forget the way Noa looked that night?

Not unlike the way she looked when she opened the door and hugged her for just a moment too long at the beginning of the night.  “Ready to go?” Ella cooed, eager to get Noa out of the dangerous doorway, already feeling her magnetism.