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“Barbara had really missed her calling. She should have been a gynecologist. Nothing pleased her more than having her face between another woman’s legs.”
― Elysia N. Fields

“Then she is on me. Her soft, hot body collapses onto my own ravenous frame. She pushes my legs open with her knees and pulls my arms above my head with her hands, holding me a willing hostage. For one long moment we are eye to eye. Her breasts press down into my nipples, goading them but offering no release, and then her lips come crashing down on mine. She kisses me as though she already owns me; exploring my mouth with her tongue, dragging it aggressively from one side of my lips to the other.”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“Good choice, Polly,â€� she soothes, caressing my long, dark hair.

“You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you’re a good girl now, then you soon will beâ€�”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“I want you to stay in the city for a month."

"Why?"

Because I would miss you. Because I am not ready to let you go.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie

“Here’s to a tasty lunch,â€� she says, winking at me.

It’s the strangest thing, but I actually feel my body respond to her. Beneath their lace prison, my nipples harden and send a jolt of arousal across my midriff and down to my thighs. I take a long sip of champagne and eye Rachel hungrily. I can’t be sure if it’s the alcohol or the company but I already feel giddy.”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“You will get exactly what you deserve Polly,â€� comes the firm reply, “you can trust me on thatâ€� But if you do â€� trust me I mean â€� I promise you an unparalleled climax.â€�

She pauses, gazing deep into my frightened green eyes. “It’s your call Polly, all yours.�

I allow my aching body to decide for me
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“Punish me please, mistress,â€� I say in a very small voice.”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“So the question is, what can I do to motivate you, Polly?â€�

She eyes me salaciously and I drop my gaze, unable to return the intensity.
Gently, she uses one finger to lift my chin and make my eyes meet her own. They are a vivid blue and alive with desire for me. The air around us is charged and the tension is palpable. My soaking pussy is a testament to how much I already want her�

“Well?� she asks, breaking my train of thought. I gaze at her face; just a few inches from mine.

“I � I’ve never done this before…�

“Done what Polly?� Rachel chides, removing her finger.
I miss the contact immediately and am rueful to have upset her. She raises one eyebrow at me.

“Thought about what motivates you?� she asks, sardonically.

“I’ve never been like this� with a woman, I mean…�

She rises from the sofa in one fluid movement and stands above me.

“Kneel Polly.�

Surprised by the order, I blink at her before I respond.

“Excuse me?�

Rachel smiles at me.

“Get. On. Your. Knees,� she says, articulating each word, and pointing to the floor in front of her.
“I am going to find a way to motivate you.”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“Given our new situation, I think you should find a more appropriate way to address me Polly. Do so now please.â€�

I don’t even have to think. An invisible shroud of submission seems to have fallen over me and the prospect of surrendering to this beautiful creature is the only thing on my mind, because I do â€� absolutely â€� want her to fuck me, and I have never wanted anything so muchâ€�”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“The strikes continue ruthlessly. I brace for each blow, numbering it as the heat subsides, and enjoying her tender exploration of my swollen lips in between. The rhythm pulls me through the assault and, all too soon, I acknowledge the tenth strike.”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“What did you think?"

I blurted, "That when you wanted something, you wouldn't rest until you got it."

"Only when we are talking about women, dear Nirrim.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie

“After a torrent of rapid knocking, Lucy swept past her in the hallway, threw her purse on the table, and landed her ass on the couch before turning expectantly toward Riley and patting the couch next to her. Her dark eyes examined every nuance of Riley’s appearance.
“Okay, dish,� she demanded. “Every last detail.�
Riley rolled her eyes and shook her head as she scooted across the floor in her sock feet. She didn’t feel great, but at least she wasn’t in full torture mode. She thought Lucy might have waited until afternoon instead of showing up at ten-thirty a.m. but what the hell. Her old sweatshirt hugged against her stomach as she pulled her arms together.
“Well,� she feigned ignorance, “what do you want to talk about?�
Lucy slammed her hand on the couch. “Oh, don’t you even. Right now.� She threw herself back against the couch, her face fixed in a not-to-be-toyed-with expression. Riley noted with mild interest how her breasts jiggled inside her white t-shirt. Maybe she was turning into some kind of sex fiend.
“Okay, yes, he sets me on fire. I can’t help it. Blame my gender lineage.�
“I could see he set you fire. Your eyes could hardly look at anything else.� She picked at a tear in her faded jeans then flared back at Riley with an expression of awe. “Of course, my eyes had a few spasms of their own in his direction. Shit, the man is a god. I can’t remember seeing a body that well put together. At least,� she arched her back, “not a male body.�
Riley threw back her head and laughed. Lucy was good tonic, at the very least. “Oh my god, can you stand it?!�
“No—but tell me you didn’t give in, before I pass out.�
“No, we didn’t have sex. But he did kiss me and my panties nearly fell straight to my ankles,� she chuckled. “He stopped himself, thank god, or I would have had him right there on the floor.�
“You were drunk.�
“Oh, yeah, ridiculous drunk. He ordered steaks delivered while he drove me home, and then sliced the steak for me and practically put it in my mouth.� She couldn’t sit still, the memory forcing her up from the couch to pace. She’d spent the entire morning and half the night trying to forget everything about him, and of course the other half had been consumed with remembering everything about him.
“Shit. Fire.â€� Lucy’s glance followed her. “I want some. Can we have him?”
― Lizzie Ashworth, His to Lose

“You seem hard to hold, I guess. Your attention."

He took a moment to reply. "That might be true, usually. But you hold mine.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie

“Pride’s worth a lot, it’s the only thing that can keep you walking when it feels like your feet’s worn down to the nubs. But as my ma would have said, you got to remember pride is a tool. You use it; you don’t let it use you. And you don’t sell your happiness ‘cause your spine’s too stiff to bend.”
― Elizabeth Bear, Stone Mad