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My Sin, Lesbian BDSM

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06/16/2006
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My Sin by Paul Moore

A lonely, small town librarian, Autumn finds herself attracted to Cindy, a saucy lesbian college girl. Although fearing that she’s only setting herself up for another rejection, Autumn screws up her courage and tracks Cindy down, arriving at her apartment just in time to see her leaving with friends. By evening’s end, she has been invited to a kinky Bdsm party where she watches a girl being whipped by a dominant lesbian and discovers her own appetite for domination.

With a whole new world of sexual possibilities open to her now, Autumn takes Cindy home and the pair become zealous lovers. Autumn is obsessed by Cindy’s submissive nature, and responds by becoming a cruel and controlling Domme, re-ordering the young woman’s life and turning her into a slavish sub.

Yet, behind Cindy’s sassy façade, there’s a mysterious past and a talent for deception, which soon drives Autumn to take desperate measures that eventually cause Cindy to run off. Devastated by the sudden loss, Autumn submits to another dominant woman in an attempt to drive Cindy from her thoughts through a grueling S&M ritual of penance. When the treatment fails, Autumn seems to be headed into a downward spiral of despair, until an unexpected visitor tells her what Cindy has really been running from. Maybe it’s not too late to win her lover back!


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Excerpt

I silenced her with a kiss, smothering her with my open mouth as my hands worked on, lashing her to the bed frame and snugging the knots down hard. I began to bump and grind my pelvis against her belly.
I felt her stiffen against me as the seriousness of my intentions penetrated her drunken fog. She struggled briefly against her bindings, then seemed to relax when she realized that she was securely held. Maybe it was the insistent pressure of my lips, my tongue invading her mouth and distracting her, transforming nascent fear into sexual response. I felt her tongue, shy and uncertain at first, begin a dance with mine. I left a trail of kisses across her cheek and found the little hollow behind her ear that made her gasp and squirm when I teased it with the tip of my tongue.
It was a shock to her, I suppose. She was the uninhibited one. She thought she knew me, and never would have predicted that I could be so aggressive. I never let her see the volcanic lust that was bottled inside- until it erupted.
I broke off the kiss abruptly, rearing back to sit on my heels and regard her – naked, bound, mine. My butt cheeks did a little victory dance on Mount Venus.
She stared back, a little frightened. The geek girl she thought she understood completely had just turned into a savage succubus. She had heard plenty of lectures about date rape and betrayed trust, and was no doubt conjuring some alcohol fueled Hollywood slasher fantasy.
“Autumn?”
I couldn’t have this. I put a finger to her lips and made shushing sounds. “It’s all right. I won’t hurt you.”
She lay quietly watching me while I rolled off the bed and stripped for action. I gazed down at her like a cruel Goddess about to possess her tethered sacrifice. I shook out my hair and let it tumble over my eyes. Something very like a purr was rumbling in my throat.
“This is so wrong!” she pleaded. “We shouldn’t! Listen...”
She never finished that thought. I threw myself on her, gliding my naked flesh over hers, savoring the silken heat of skin against skin. My right hand insinuated itself between her thighs and sought the damp pubic nest. Her resistance was brief and half hearted. She tried to clamp her legs together, but my knees were already between hers. I thrust her thighs apart impatiently, spreading her and pinning her to the bed. My hand found what it had been seeking, burrowing into the soft folds of flesh to sink a rigid finger deep into her. She gasped and arched up to meet my hand as the finger rotated slowly within. Protests aside, she was gushing. I reached up with my left hand and found a nipple to work on. In a moment, I had it satisfactorily stiff.
“Oh you bitch!” She said it between her teeth, straining against her bonds, but her voice had grown husky, and I knew she didn’t really want me to stop. She only felt an obligation to resist me. Later she could tell herself that she had been bound and inebriated, unable to escape or control the situation. “Just relax and let it happen,” I whispered. “No one is going to judge us here.”
I don’t think she was even hearing me anymore at this point. The finger inside her had been joined by a friend, and my thumb was gliding feather light over her magic button. In a matter of moments I had her snorting like a mare, speaking in tongues, and gargling blasphemies. Discovering that I could reduce another woman to a gibbering ruin was a gratifying surprise for me. It had never occurred to me that another girl’s self control might be so easily breeched. The scent of power was sharp and intoxicating. Its taste quickened my appetite.
Veins stood out on her forehead when she came. Her breasts flushed scarlet. Transformed by lust, her face became a blank mask, mute and blind to me, reacting only to my touch. This moment, which should have been sublimely connecting, left me with an odd sort of detachment. Looking down at my beloved, I saw only a useful stranger, a female animal with responses that I might kindle or subdue at will.
I wasn’t finished with her yet. It was for me to say when enough was enough. She wailed a protest when I hoisted her knees even higher and buried my face between them to feed.
“Please! Just give me a minute to catch my breath! Just give me... Ohhh!”
Her voice trailed off into sounds I cannot describe. Perhaps she had never been taken by someone so wise to the needs of another woman. Maybe she had discovered an unsuspected capacity for enjoying submission. On the other hand, she may have simply been easy. All I knew was that her appreciation of my efforts was rewarding and unmistakable. Come what may, she would never forget this night.
My tongue was busy, rolling her clit and darting into the sweet portal below. I felt her twitching again, as I discovered new places to excite. Her hands were straining against her restraints. If she had been free, would she have drawn me in, or pushed me away? I don’t know if it was a question even she could have answered. I spared her from that decision.
All too soon, she was writhing again. Her second climax was more intense, and seemed to drain the energy from both of us. I rested my head on her sweating belly as I reached up to loosen the knot in the robe tie. Her hands collapsed against her breasts and she hugged herself.
“Mmmm! That was nice!” she mumbled. Five minutes later she was snoring.
Sleep didn’t come so easily to me. I prowled the silent apartment, returning again and again to gaze at the beautiful creature sleeping in my bed. I knew that this had changed everything. Tomorrow we would be lovers. I would need to be patient, of course, help her deal with the transition, but no one was better equipped. It seemed natural to me that women should love each other. Now that Madison had been shown this truth, she would realize how deep our bond had always been.
It was a long, wonderful night of self delusion. Sometimes what we think we know is only what we want to believe.
In the morning, I woke Maddy with a kiss and pressed a cup of coffee into her hands while she was still groggy.

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