This post offers multiple delights:
First, we share below an edited excerpt from one of our favorite co-written romps, “Recognition,” where strong and curvy lesbian strangers Moll and Rhiamon share a glorious airport bathroom tryst. (The complete story is published in Curvy Girls: Erotica for Women, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Seal Press, 2012.)
Second, everyone who comments on this post by April 13 @ 11:59pm US CST will be eligible to win a PDF copy of one of the three eBooks listed below. All are published by Storm Moon Press and include our solo or co-authored work:
- Shakespearotica: Queering the Bard [10 LGBTQ stories]
- After the First Taste of Love [gay hurt/comfort erotic romance novella]
- Coffee Break Quickies [5 het stories of workplace sex]
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Excerpt from "Recognition" by Talon Rihai and Salome Wilde
The lightness of Rhiamon’s laugh was a siren’s call. Moll found herself allowing the stranger to take hold of her belongings without complaint. She tagged after the voluptuous ass in its camo cargos, wondering if she too looked that good from behind. Though they were likely only headed to the little bar to fill the minutes before their separate planes took them in separate directions, Moll was thrilled to be led somewhere new.
Rhiamon saw the bar, but passed it by. That was not her destination, not the indulgence she sought. Instead, she led the way to the restrooms, striding confidently past the echoing, U-shaped women’s entranceway to the smaller room labeled “Family.” She opened the door and pulled Moll in behind her, then turned the lock with a satisfying click. Pushing the other woman up against the door, she closed the space with a kiss. Her large hands grasped ample hips and her mouth sought reward in reciprocation.
Moll had no time even to gasp as she returned the kiss and reached around to tighten the embrace. How surprising to have to extend her arms, to realize she could not get all of that abundant ass in her grip. The lips that pressed against hers were full and soft, and she deepened the kiss with heart-pounding abandon. A soft grunt of pleasure escaped her as tongues wrapped and hands clung and eyes squeezed deliciously shut.
Moll’s hands were strong on Rhiamon’s ass, making her pussy tingle and moisten. Moll’s skin was soft and her flesh was soft, even as muscles moved beneath the dips and curves her hands found as they moved up beneath Moll’s shirt, over her waist and belly to her chest. Her breasts were handfuls, just like Rhiamon’s own, though Moll’s resided in cups and Rhiamon’s were held close by a sports bra. She felt hard nipples and pushed the fabric up and away so she could roll them between her fingers and taste the gasp that brought, then grind her hips against Moll’s even as Moll’s hands tugged her closer. Pulling her mouth away, she kissed down that creamy neck, nibbling and sucking as she kneaded Moll’s familiar-feeling breasts.
The urgency in Rhiamon’s searching fingers and tongue made Moll’s wet slit clench. She let her head drop back and felt the bathroom wall cool behind her. When was the last time someone else took control of her like this? Hands in a mass of cloud-soft, natural hair, she guided Rhiamon’s mouth to her exposed breast and groaned as she began to suck. Her voice echoed in the small room.
So soft, Rhiamon thought, as the hands in her hair insisted she move her head down and suck a crinkled nipple into her mouth. Those hands knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to get it. Rhiamon grinned around her mouthful of tit, her hands sliding down to Moll’s waistband and back up again as she treated the other breast to the same. So different from the gentle touches and breathy moans she was used to, but so recognizable.
Moll’s fingers tightened in Rhiamon’s hair before releasing and moving down over hefty shoulders and arms. She couldn’t resist squeezing and fondling as she went. Amazing how the muscled biceps were sexy, the fleshy forearm delectable. She arched into Rhiamon’s mouth as she reached around to shove her hands into the back of the tight waistband. The sweet mound of her ass was warm and dense and yielded deliciously to her grasp.
Rhiamon’s mouth came off Moll’s chest with a gasp as fingers met her ass. It was a tight fit, so she reached down and unbuttoned her cargos with a flick and a zip. With a little more difficulty, she leaned to repeat the same maneuver with Moll’s jeans. Discovering that Moll wore boyshorts was a delight second only to slipping her hands around to grab Moll’s ass in return and pull them together. She was breathing heavily and nearly blind with desire. Rhiamon groaned as her fingers flexed and stroked, moving down to caress big, defined thighs and moving back to the front, feeling Moll’s jeans slip a little as she did so. …
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