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The Best of Eva Hore

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Hot and horny women find love, longing, and lust in this collection of intense lesbian erotica by multi-published author Eva Hore. From solo m**********n fantasies to reconnecting with old flames to torrid threesomes, there's something in this collection for any lesbian lover!

Sheila's the only female lawyer at her firm, but when she goes out with the guys for drinks, it's she the waitress hooks up with in the restroom. A college art class takes a sexy turn for the nude model when she stays behind for a private session in. When a woman recounts a spanking scene she's witnessed to a friend of hers, they're eager to give it a try. And Sophie finds it hard to lose her inhibitions, so her neighbour Julie decides to teach Sophie how to please herself.

These are just a sample of the twelve quick and dirty stories in this box set. If you love women who love women, this unabashedly explicit book is for you!

Contains the stories: Girlfriends, My Tattoo, Safe s*x, Want to Be Spanked?, For the Love of Melissa, Discovering Myself, Our Neighbour Helen, My Girlfriend the Lap Dancer, In the Name of Art, Visiting Downunder, My Friend the Phone s*x Worker, and Lesson for the Tutor

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Girlfriends
Girlfriends I’d just gone out on my first real date. I was nineteen and had never really been out with a guy before. There was something about the guys I knew that didn’t turn me on. I thought it was just the ones I grew up with—you know, immature, known them for years, thought of them like my brothers. When John from work asked me out, I was flattered. He was good looking and had a great job, so I thought why not? I’d give it a try. We went out for dinner and dancing. The meal was fabulous and he paid, what a bonus. He was a great conversationalist and a sensational dancer. We had so much fun. We got on well together and I thought perhaps he could be ‘The One’. Later, while I was making coffee in my kitchen, he came up behind me, put his arms around my waist, and nuzzled into my neck. I giggled nervously. He turned me around so I was facing him and kissed me lightly on the check before working his way to my mouth. I responded, desperately wanting to feel some s****l chemistry between us. His fingers tugged at my dress, slowly inching it upwards as he continued to kiss me. Then his fingers were on my thigh, touching me, sliding up higher. I could hardly breathe. He pulled me by the hips firmly into him, closer and closer as his mouth sought out my neck, shoulder, and then the swell of my breasts. I was taken aback by his forcefulness. I hadn’t anticipated it to be like this. I pulled his face away from my breasts, gasping for air. Now his fingers were stealing their way along the top of my panties towards my p***y. I panicked, frightened, and screamed for him to stop. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling. Abruptly he broke the embrace. “Bridget,” he said, uncomfortably. “I’m sorry. I thought… well, I thought that’s what you wanted.” “No, I’m sorry. I just…it’s just that…well, I feel silly now,” I said, my face flushing beet red. With his middle finger under my chin, he forced my face up to his. I peered into his eyes. I wanted to want him as much as he wanted me. What was the matter with me? “I think I’d better leave,” he said kindly. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Don’t be,” he smiled. “There’ll be other nights.” I wondered. He kissed me good night and pulled the door shut behind him. I couldn’t believe this had happened. The man was gorgeous and he wanted to be with me, yet I didn’t know if I wanted him. I wanted to call him back, open the door and beg him to make love to me. I felt like such a fool. Turning off the lights, I hurried to my bedroom, angry and frustrated with myself. I wanted to strip naked and explore my body. I needed to masturbate to release tension. I stared into the mirror and saw myself as he just had—hair messy and tangled, lips slightly swollen, mascara smudged, dress crushed and wrinkled from our embrace. I stood there, slowly stripping out of my clothes, as I would have liked to have done with John. I ran my hands over my body, marveling at my firm breasts, pinching the n*****s, pulling them out, making them erect. I cupped each breast, loving the way they filled the palm of my hand. Then down over my flat stomach, into my pubic hair, I ran my fingers down and up over the mound, enjoying the sensation before plunging farther along my slit, then deliciously into my p***y. I loved the silky wetness between my thighs. I smiled, hugging myself, turning around in front of the mirror, observing my body as a lover would. I looked hot! Backing up, I sat on the edge of the bed. Opening my legs, I leaned forward, pushing my breasts upward, pouting my lips, licking them as I watched myself in the mirror. My p***y looked fabulous to me. I opened and closed my thighs, glimpsing it as I did. Leaving my thighs open, I ran my hand over my mound, amongst the pubic hair, then down into the folds. My clit throbbed under my touch so I slapped at it a few times, making it come more alive and enjoying the pulsating of blood as it rushed to where the heated slaps had landed. Lying back on the bed, I parted my legs, gently exploring the lips, running my fingers up and down and in between each fold. I loved touching myself. I slipped in two fingers, finger-f*****g myself before slowly withdrawing them and smearing the juices over my clit. I dipped my fingers back into my wet p***y and massaged more of the juices over my clit until it stood hard and throbbing, wanting more attention. Holding back the hood, I peered down at my clit and gently rubbed it in circular motions. As it hardened, I quickened the rub, targeting it exactly over the centre of the nub. I fell back against the pillow, enjoying the build-up of my first orgasm of the night. I pulled the hood back farther, arched my back, the top of my body lifting off the bed, and I watched my face contort with passion in the mirror as spasms took over my body. Finally satisfied, I fell back onto the pillows, luxuriating in the aftermath only an orgasm can bring. Suddenly my body tensed—I heard a noise, like a rattling, by the window. Through half-closed eyes, I peered over and was horrified to see I’d forgotten to close the drapes. There was someone out there. I trembled with nerves, frightened, embarrassed, lying there naked on my bed, knowing what they’d just witnessed. Taking a deep breath, I rolled over and flicked off the light switch. As the room fell into darkness, I was able to glimpse who’d been watching me. I was shocked to discover it was Vanessa, my flatmate, not an unknown stranger. She had one hand on her breast and the other had her skirt hiked up high, her panties visible. I could only imagine her other hand was giving her the same pleasure mine had just given to me. Now I was excited, knowing there was nothing to fear. I lay there, my hand finding its way between my thighs as I opened them, unsure of whether or not she could see me in the darkened room as I fingered myself. In my mind I placed her at the end of the bed, her eyes open wide, her tongue rolling over her lip as she watched me, wanting to place her mouth on my p***y. Yeah, the more I thought about it, the quicker I came. I rolled onto my side, squeezing my legs together, my clit throbbing madly. My naked body was covered in perspiration, feeling more alive than I’d ever thought possible. I was confused. I wondered if this was why I couldn’t go any further with John. Was it Vanessa I desired? Her hands on my body, touching, feeling, exploring. Her mouth kissing me, her tongue licking every part of me. It all fell into place and, now I knew she wanted me too, I decided to surprise her but I’d wait until she was asleep in her own bed. An hour later I crept into her room when I knew she was sleeping. I was excited and naked, trying hard not to giggle as I slipped in beside her. I felt my way across her body as she lay on her side. I hitched up her nightie and ran my hands over her bum. It all felt so natural. She murmured and rolled over toward me. My mouth descended upon her own and my hand found its way into her panties. She fought me for a second, then opened her legs. I quickly pulled her panties down and, in my haste, I accidentally tore her skimpy nightie before peeling it off her. My hand found its way between her thighs and I nipped at the soft flesh there before roaming over her slit. “Oh, God, that’s fabulous,” she said. “Oh, Vanessa,” I said. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that.” She flipped on her bedside light and I could see how magnificent her body really was. I’d occasionally seen her naked, in and out of the bathroom, but had never really studied her before. “What happened with John?” she asked, running her hands over my n*****s before cupping a breast. As if she didn’t know. I decided to keep her spying a secret. It turned me on thinking about her watching me. “I just wasn’t ready. I don’t know, he just doesn’t do it for me. I thought maybe you and I could, you know, fool around a bit, like we did when we were younger. Maybe you could teach me a few things on how to please a man?” She gazed at me, her eyelids narrowing as though contemplating something, then they flew open and she pulled me down to her, holding me, kissing me as we rolled around the bed. It was wild and I loved it. Pulling away from me, she kneeled on the bed and I lay there excited, anticipating her touch and the way she would lick me, feel me, but she just stayed there peering down at me, breathing hard, her nostrils flaring. My gaze roamed down her body, lingering on her p***y. Her bush was black, dark, and there was only a thin strip of hair leading down farther. She’d grown a curl on the end of the hair and it covered the hood, which protected her clit. I rose partially, my finger sliding straight into her slit. She pounced on me, throwing me onto my back. Her mouth was all over me. My cheeks, eyes, lips, neck, then she was suckling my breasts. It was heaven. Her hand slipped down to my wet and hungry p***y. She finger-f****d me as I kissed her passionately, one of my hands squeezing my breast, then my fingers were pulling at my erect, wet n*****s. I rubbed her saliva into my flesh as her finger found my clit and began to rub in circular motions. I held her hand there as I opened my legs wider, my other hand pulling back the hood, making it easier for her to localize the rubbing. Oh, it was magic. Our tongues sought each other’s, then my head fell back and my body quivered as my orgasm began to build. “Oh, God, yes,” I screamed. “Yes, you b***h. Oh, yeah, rub it, baby, oh…” My body arched, breasts jutting forward. Her mouth descended upon my n****e and she bit into it, pulling it, sucking it into her mouth. I exploded in a rush of juices, screaming, loving it. I held her hand there, then forced it into my saturated p***y as she fingered me, begging her to do it harder as I squirmed around the bed. Then her mouth was on me, kissing and licking as she moved up the bed to kiss me. It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I was in a world of utter pleasure and longing. She turned herself around and her pelvis straddled my head. Like a kid with ice cream, I lapped at her p***y, sucking and licking her until I thought I’d explode with lust. Her tongue found my electrified clit and in no time, I came again. As my tongue tantalized her wonderful snatch, her groin ground into my mouth. My teeth grazed at her clit and she rode my face harder, coming into my open mouth. We fooled around like that for awhile before Vanessa left the room, coming back wearing a huge, black dildo. I giggled. She looked so sexy with her breasts swaying and this huge c**k strapped to her. “Open those legs,” she demanded. I lay back against her pillows and watched her climb up onto the bed, positioning herself between my open thighs, the knob of the dildo probing my lips. I peered down, excited at the size of it, and wondered if it would feel as good as her fingers. “Open them wider,” she whispered. I did as she slowly entered me. She broke my hymen and then gently pumped in and out. I loved it. I loved watching it disappear inside me and the more I watched, the more I realized this was the real thing. Later she strapped it to me and showed me how to f**k her. As I pushed into her p***y, I felt the kind of power I imagined a man must feel when he watches his c**k rise to enter and delight a woman’s p***y. I came just thinking about it and still do when I think of my first time. I can’t tell you how many times we came. It was f*****g fantastic. Later we lay together, stroking each other’s bodies. We talked of what other wonderful nights of s****l bliss we could have here. “I’m going to call Marcia,” I said, jumping out of bed. Marcia was a long-time school friend, someone I’d shared many nights unburdening my sorrows. “What? Bridget, don’t.” She laughed. “It’s late.” “So? She won’t care,” I said. “Not when she knows what’ll be waiting for her when she gets here.” Naked, she followed me out to the kitchen where I quickly dialed Marcia’s number. “Marcia, hi,” I said. “Sorry to call you so late. I…er…I really need to see you.” “What?” she asked, still groggy from being woken. “I have to see you,” I said. “Bridget, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? We can talk then. What’s the hurry?” “I’ve been lying here m**********g the whole time since John left and I need to talk to you.” “What?” she spluttered as Vanessa tried not to giggle. “What happened?” “I want you to pick up where we left off. I’ll be waiting for you on the couch. The door will be open. Don’t disappoint me.” I hung up. “What if she doesn’t show up?” Vanessa asked. “Oh, she will. She’s a lesbian, isn’t she?” I laughed as I made my way to the lounge. Vanessa and I quickly set the mood. We lit candles and placed them strategically throughout the room. Soft music played in the background, and a bottle of champagne and three glasses waited on the coffee table. I showered and dressed quickly. I lay back on the couch, trying to look sexy and alluring, to wait Marcia’s arrival. I wore a red and black teddy with elastic topped stockings. A red satin robe barely covered me and, as I waited, I couldn’t believe I was actually going to go through with this. We’d discussed many things in our late night talks and I’d often thought she was interested in me, but I hadn’t read the signs properly. Now I’d been with Vanessa, I realized so much more. My heart began to pound as the front door opened and shut. Marcia walked into the lounge toward the couch, her eyes staring at me while she licked her lips nervously. “What are you doing dressed like that?” she asked. “I’m glad you came,” I said. “Whoa, God, you look so hot,” she said, stopping a few feet away. “Come closer,” I said. “Have you really thought this through?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, lifting a hand toward her. “Please, it’s exactly what I want. It’s what I need.” She walked slowly toward me, her gaze flickering over my body. I knew I looked good and I was eager to begin. Eager to feel the love I knew she had for me. “You look beautiful,” she said, sitting on the edge of the couch. I pulled her head down to my own and kissed her mouth how I should have done many times before. My hands fumbled with the buttons on her shirt as her hands slid under the robe and roamed the satin material of the teddy. I kissed her more passionately, eagerly pulling off her shirt as she removed my robe. She stood, discarding her trousers, kicking off her shoes and socks. Her hands grabbed hold of my head and she gently pulled away. She pushed me back on the couch, opened my legs, and kneeled between them. Her fingers played with the crutch of the teddy, pulling aside the material, before her tongue licked tentatively at my p***y lips. I moaned, “Oh yes, please. Please.” Her mouth covered me while her fingers pulled my lips apart. She licked long and hard, nuzzling into my clit, rubbing her nose over it while her fingers disappeared inside. She began to finger-f**k me and I grabbed her head, pulled her away, dragged her up to my face where I could breathe in my own scent as I lifted my legs to wrap around her body. The teddy had fallen back from me and her fingers hastily tugged at it. I heard her curse under her breath, then with the ripping of material, she tore the teddy open. Her assertiveness startled yet thrilled me. I wrapped my legs around her back as she thrust her body into mine. She pulled the teddy down off my shoulders frantically as her mouth sought out my n*****s, my breasts, my neck. I hung on, loving every second of it, screaming for her not to stop as we ground into each other. I became wild then, tearing at the flesh on her back, raking my nails down her torso and up again. Sweat poured off her and from the corner of my eye, I saw Vanessa make her move. She was naked. Marcia was totally oblivious of her. I was so excited, knowing that in a few seconds I was going to have the pleasure of the two of them devouring my body. Vanessa came beside the couch and kneeled down to stroke Marcia’s breast from behind. Marcia froze, staring from me to Vanessa and back again. “What’s going on?” she whispered. “You like?” I asked mischievously. “Oh, yeah,” she said, her tongue snaking into my mouth. My hand inched down to her mound where I gave a gentle squeeze before peeling her panties down. A quick flick of her bra and she was naked. Carefully we maneuvered her to lie back on the couch and the two of us took turns licking her p***y, our tongues intertwining as we enjoyed her together. Vanessa climbed up and straddled her waist, her p***y sliding over Marcia’s. I straddled Marcia’s head and lowered my p***y onto her face. Her tongue flickered around my clit and I hung on to Vanessa, grabbing her breasts and kissing her passionately. I was eager to experience everything and, after a while, demanded the two of them make love to me. It was heaven having Marcia kiss and fondle me while Vanessa played with my clit, her fingers rubbing in a way only another woman knows. She went to pop the champagne, to toast a night to remember. The champagne cork burst from the bottle, spraying us with foamy bubbles. We licked each other clean before trying again to fill up the glasses. “To the three of us.” I laughed happily. “To many wonderful nights,” Vanessa said. “To girlfriends,” Marcia toasted. We had the most wonderful of nights exploring each other and, later, Vanessa brought out her box of toys where we used her dildos and other accessories on each other. Marcia eventually went home, happy and sated. Vanessa and I spent the next day in bed together, planning what we’d do on our next date. Now I’d discovered how great s*x was, I was eager to learn more. With Vanessa being such an obliging teacher, I knew we’d have plenty of good times ahead. THE END

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