Best Lesbian Erotica 2013

ANONYMOUS BD Swain

Sometimes you just want to be fucked by someone you don’t know and will never see again.

You shower after it’s already dark. You get dressed. You go out, jamming your fists into your jacket pockets. You walk fast, digging your heels into the sidewalk, and you keep your head down. You know where you’re going.

There’s a club. You have to know where it is. You walk down that alley and then it’s the second door on the left, down in the basement.

Cabs are pulling up and letting people out and letting other people stumble in. You can smell the river over here and it doesn’t smell good.

Take out the pack of cigarettes and hit it on your palm but put it back in your pocket unopened. Just go in.

Down the steps and straight to the bar; you order a scotch, neat, and drink it fast. You have that look on your face: furtive, eyes dashing around. She isn’t here. She would never be here. And that’s why you are here now.

Who will it be? Find someone who looks like she can take you, and stare, head tilted down. Look up at her with your brow furrowed and that open, pleading look in your eyes. The first one will look away. It’s okay. Let her look away, find another one.

The right one will stare back. The right one will know what this means. The right one will stare at you and then go to the bar and order a drink. And you’ll order another drink, but sip it this time. Squeeze the glass hard in your hand like you’re trying to break it and sip it slow. Let the booze sit on your tongue and burn a little before you swallow it down. Let her watch you.

When you finish your drink, look for her again. Leave a tip on the bar and turn around. Push your way through the crowd. You will feel her grab your elbow before you make it to the door. Let her stop you.

She pulls you back toward the bar but keeps going. Off to the left there are more stairs leading to a deeper basement. Stone butches are playing pool and don’t you dare bump up against one or you’ll get the shit kicked out of you and not in the way you want.

She’s getting her coat. You turn around and she slams you up against the cinder-block wall and grinds her knee between your legs. She pushes into you, squeezing you between her and the wall and it’s hard to breathe. She is sucking your mouth. Not kissing you but sucking your tongue; everything is spinning.

“Let’s go,” she says, and you follow her.

Outside she walks right by the cabs. The street is dark. There are people fucking in doorways, but she keeps walking. There’s a chain-link fence at the edge of the river. As you’re tossed against it, the sound of it shocks you, the metal rippling like a wave down the empty streets in loud crashes.

She yanks up your shirt; her mouth is on your breasts for only a few seconds before she turns you around and shoves you against the cold metal. She pulls at your belt and jerks your pants down to your knees. As she fumbles with you, the links in the fence pinch on your belly and your breasts. You bring your hands up and wrap your fingers tightly, clinging to the fence and letting her tug on you.

She bites your neck; you can feel her bruising you. She wets her fingers on your cunt. One hand, then both hands move between your legs. A wet finger backs up to your ass and she slides it in, pressing against you with her hips and rocking her hand and body into you. Her other hand, her whole hand, is on your cunt. She is rubbing you off. You want her to fill you, but you have no say right now.

You hear the sound of a car and then you’re in the headlights for a second as a cab swings a U-turn and heads off. She’s laughing. “They won’t even know what they were looking at: people fucking, yes, but girls or boys? They’ll assume boys. Girls don’t fuck on the street like this, right?”

The thought of having been caught in the lights makes you crazy. You want to get off. You want her to get you off, but you don’t want this to end.

She bends her knees and wraps herself around you. Still fucking you in the ass, she finally pushes her other hand into your cunt and you feel yourself open up for her immediately. More fingers move into you and still you want more. You want her inside you up to her wrist. You want her whole fucking hand inside you.

You are hanging on the fence now, your body letting go and the muscles in your arms straining and holding you up. The cold metal fence bites into your fingers and your arms start to shake. “You’re yelling,” she says with amusement. You got lost. You got completely lost tonight. Just what you needed.

There is no exchange of numbers or names. “I don’t want to be fucked,” she says, “but that was fun.” And then she walks away.