Sweet Lips

Though the topics and themes are much the same as American erotica, the British use of English adds a luster to the stories, missing from the vulgar used in America. For all the Bible thumpers, sapphism was not banned in the Bible anywhere!

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You're to dress your prettiest. But you're to wear no underclothing. Just a very short dress and stockings and shoes." Miss Thornton paused. "And I must warn you, Sharon, if you fail to please in even the smallest way, I will hear of it immediately. You know what that will mean, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Very good. You're not to breathe a word about this party to anyone. Need I spell it out for you?"

"No, Miss Thornton."

"All right. And now about this afternoon. You're to be at my house at two. I want that guest room cleaned the way it should have been in the first place. And, Sharon, don't forget you are to do your work in the nude."

"Whatever you say, Miss Thornton."

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Excerpt:

It was strange, Sharon reflected as she stood just outside the prison gate, waiting for Vickie, how she could be so bitter and yet, at the same time, so terribly horny. Bitter because of the year the state had stolen from her life, and horny because her thoughts kept straying to the juicy little slit between Vickie's pretty legs.

But before the thoughts of Vickie's pussy had become so strong she could almost taste it, her mind had been on grimmer things. When the massive iron gate had clanged shut behind her twenty minutes ago, she had vowed for the thousandth time to clear her name of the crime for which she had been wrongly convicted and imprisoned.

Exonerating herself would be difficult, she knew. It might even be impossible. But starting today - the first day of her parole - she would begin to try. And she would never stop trying until she succeeded.

She moved over to the curb to look down the street again, wondering what could have happened to Vickie, who had promised to be waiting for her when she was released. A car suddenly swerved too close to the curb, and she stepped back quickly.

She was just beginning to think about taking a cab when she saw Vickie's convertible make the turn at the corner, and a few moments later the car drew up beside her.

"Hi," Vickie said as she reached across the seat to open the door for her. "I'm sorry I'm late, honey. I just couldn't get the car started." She was a small silver-blonde with warm, large amber eyes beneath incredibly long lashes, and upthrust breasts that nippled sharply against the taut bosom of her minidress. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No," Sharon said, settling into the seat beside her. "Only a year."

Vickie moved close to her. "Gimme," she said.

"What?" Sharon said.

"A kiss," Vickie said. "It was a long year, honey."

Sharon kissed her.

"Ummm," Vickie said. "Good."