Free Best of the Best Lesbian Erotica by Tristan Taormino

spreading my lower lips so she could get in further with the razor. “I was always really good at shaving the balloon. It was my favorite booth at the town fair. I won prizes.”
    â€œYou’re such a little suburban girl.”
    â€œI never said anything different. Everyone just assumes I’m from Brooklyn or wherever. From the hood, as it were.”

    â€œI’m more from the hood than you are.”
    â€œExactly, but it’s like that’s the past I should have.”
    â€œYou can have mine if you want.”
    â€œThat’s very kind of you…can you move your left leg up a bit? There, that’s it.” My right leg slanted against the sink like a contortionist’s so Shade could get underneath. I was flooded with visions of losing my balance and sacrificing my clit to a disposable Bic. No coming, ever. Not even the hope of it. I shivered, felt the muscles in my stomach contract.
    â€œRelax,” Shade said, as if she’d read my mind. She softened the scrape of her razor, stopping every so often to stroke me with her fingertips. I felt them so intensely, the opposite of relaxing.
    She pulled back, tapped the razor against her chin. “I’m wondering, maybe we should leave the hair on top.”
    â€œYou’re the stylist.”
    â€œHere.” She tilted a hand-held mirror toward me.
    â€œUgh, it looks like a mustache.”
    â€œOur customers are mad for it, we call it the Charlie Chaplin.”
    The little black hairs sneered above my cunt. Bald, I could handle, but these few molded strands reeked of a slow, uncomfortable death. “More like Adolph Hitler,” I said. “I hate it. Get it off.”
    She grabbed my chin in her free hand, kissed me, then returned gallantly to her shaving. When she finished she rubbed me clean with a warm washcloth, and I felt pampered, cared for in a way I’d never experienced.
    White fluorescents streaming, she dropped to her knees in front of my bald vagina. She licked me slowly, so tenderly it hurt more than the pull of her razor. She pushed my legs farther apart, fingered me. On her knees, she was licking me and fucking me, and I could feel it this time, feel it for real. I was thinking please, please, please…but I lost it again, was soon
ambushed by those familiar frustrations. There was just no letting go. I lifted Shade’s head. “You’re all wet,” she panted. I started sobbing.
    We fell down on the cold bathroom floor, Shade’s arms mainlining relief as I wailed maniacally. I said I was sorry for not coming, and she said it was okay, it didn’t matter. “I was almost there, I swear it,” I hiccuped, and she held me, for hours it seemed. I’d never cried in front of a lover before, never cried so deeply with anyone before. Such emotion frightened me, felt more foreign than my shaved vagina.
    I longed only to comfort her back, be good to her, but my own feelings were so overwhelming they left me mute and immobile. Ultimately, I was afraid I’d failed her and would always fail her because I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I couldn’t give her everything.
    Darkness eclipsed my studio, offering a night-and-day contrast to the two of us in this light-bright bathroom.
    â€œI’m starving,” Shade said.
    â€œI know, but I can’t move.”
    Gently, she lifted me, put her arms around my waist and hugged me. “Sorry I ruined your fantasy,” I said.
    â€œYou didn’t ruin shit.”
    â€œIt’s not what you wanted; it should have been sexy.”
    â€œIt is, Rachel,” she whispered, her breath mingling with my ear lobe. “It really is.”
    I don’t know whether I believed her or not, but the words felt right. As did her body on mine, stumbling from the bathroom and collapsing back into bed.

Water Marks
    Dawn Dougherty
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    I have a love affair with bathing.
    My cunt starts to