Playfully chastising words were growled huskily into the delicate ear of a curvaceous woman on the receiving end of a vigorous erotic strumming, strands of dark hair falling into her panting mouth as she thrust her hips up against the body of her lover, an older woman with intense eyes and agile fingers.
Monica’s rear was painted red with the aftermath of a previous interlude, her cheeks blushing hot as Erin’s fingers plunged inside her time and time again, urging her toward a panting, screaming, hair flailing climax which shook her to her core. Milky breasts heaved as Monica gasped for air, flat on her back, pink nipples rampant as the last quivering tremors passed through her generous abdomen and thighs.
“I need to misbehave more often,” she said, her lips parting in a broad smile.
Erin slid over Monica’s prone body, her taut frame all lithe lines and ripples. “You misbehave quite enough,” she said, lifting her finger to tap Monica’s nose. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
Monica smiled, cat like, her lashes closing slowly over a devilish expression. “Never.”
Erin reached down where Monica’s bent knee left her butt exposed and slapped Monica’s generous rear with a firm hand. “Never?”
“Ouch,” Monica pouted. “Haven’t you had enough of that yet?”
“I think it’s you who hasn’t had enough,” Erin said, repeating the treatment. Hot sting flashed through Monica’s heated, exhausted flesh. Her lips parted in a moan as Erin swatted her backside, squirming, but not blocking access to her bottom, which she could have done easily enough simply by lowering her leg.
Her clit was throbbing, but it wasn’t just an erotic interlude. It was more than that. Every single time Erin’s hand landed on Monica’s bottom, Monica was reminded of just how much she was in Erin’s care. Erin was not a soft woman or an easy lover. She was a hard-nosed lawyer with more than a touch of butch about her and she could be intimidating, but Monica never felt as safe as she did when she was under Erin’s body, held in Erin’s arms.
“Eeeep!” She let out a little squeaking cry. “Okay,” she relented as her bottom blushed bright red. “I’ll be good for now.”
“For now, huh?” Erin shook her head. “I guess that’s the best I can expect from you, isn’t it, brat.”
Her fingers traced lightly over the hot flesh of Monica’s rear, tender touch relieving some of the sting. As Monica tried to formulate a reply, Erin’s fingers slid around the curve of her cheeks and found the sweet pouch of her pussy, her lips still flowering wetly from a multitude of orgasms. Again, Erin started teasing her there, tracing her outer lips with a slow, tantalizing touch which made Monica’s clit stand to attention, an eager, greedy little bud hiding between the puffy folds of her labia.
“Again?” Monica asked the question half-hopeful, half-worried. Her pussy was aching from Erin’s attentions, slightly sore from a vigorous session of lovemaking. She knew that look in Erin’s eyes though, Erin wasn’t done with her yet.
“Again,” Erin confirmed, slowly letting her finger drift inside Monica’s womanly chalice, stirring the warm juices in slow swirls as Monica once more lifted her hips and surrendered herself to…
Hard-nosed lawyer Erin is a dominant power lesbian with no problems to speak of – unless you count Monica and Leslie. One’s her ex-girlfriend, the other’s her current lover. They’re room mates and they’re a special kind of trouble guaranteed to keep Erin on her toes.
The trio might all be mature women on paper, however in real life, Monica and Leslie are anything but mature. Between butt selfies, temper tantrums, marshmallows and wine for dinner, they’re a mile a minute of fun and chaos – and they’re both in love with Erin.
Keeping her lover and ex-lover in line usually means Erin’s firm palm meeting their deserving bottoms, but with Monica rebelling against the discipline she so deeply desires, Leslie discovering a whole world of ways to push the limits and a young client named Jimmy on the verge of getting herself some serious jail time, Erin finds herself stretched to her very limit.
There’s only so much even the biggest control freak can actually control. With hearts on the line, hurt feelings creating havoc at home and only one therapy session a week to vent her problems, Erin is going to have to find a new way of managing her extended lesbian family.
MATURE WOMEN is a romantically intense erotic and kinky lesbian novella with a heavy dose of emotional strum und drang complete with a happy ending