Free Girl Fever by Sacchi Green

her down and slowly sucked her full breasts while I played between her legs.
    00:04:00
    â€œEat me,” Karin begged, spreading her thighs wider. I took in the scent of her hot twat and teased her clit with the tip of my tongue before licking her pussy lips.
    â€œYes, lick me, baby!” she shouted. She whimpered when I grazed her engorged clit with my tongue. I hadn’t even had a chance to really suck her pussy and tongue-fuck her the way I wanted to when…
    00:03:00
    She shouted , “I’m coming! I’m coming so hard and so good!”
    Rick scowled and shook his head.
    I rushed out to get my clothes.
    Karin got up and went down the hall, shouting for
me not to leave, while Rick followed me back into the other room.
    00:02:00
    I felt his eyes on my back, as I dressed, and when I faced him, he pointed to his lump as if it was my fault then left the room in a huff.
    00:01:00
    â€œIra, I wanted to give you a tip,” Karin said, pressing a check into my hand. It was for a thousand dollars—far more than Rick had ever paid.
    Not knowing what to say, I kissed her and said, “Thanks,” before letting myself out.
    00:00:00
    In the car, I called Melanie and told her it was time for a new niche: helping lesbian women who are married to men come quickly—in six minutes or it’s free.
    We would offer our current (male) clients the guarantee, but make the wives come faster than that so that they’ll be the ones calling and paying us big money.
    â€œYou’re a genius!” Melanie shouted. “We’ll make business history! Six minutes or it’s free!”

IN HOT WATER
    Elizabeth Coldwell
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    I f you really want to find the perfect woman,” Carole tells me, “you only have to ask, and the universe will send her to you.”
    She believes in all this cosmic nonsense: crystal healing, feng shui, the works.
    Needless to say, I don’t. The safest thing, I’ve learned from experience, is to humor her. “So what do I ask for?”
    â€œWhatever you desire the most. Whatever will make you happiest.”
    So I reel off a checklist. “Okay… Long, dark hair, big tits, likes to take control in bed. Oh, and she’s got to have a decent job. No more flaky actresses who are always broke.”
    Carole smiles. “That’s it, Jasmine. It’s out there. All you have to do now is wait for the universe to deliver.”

    Despite her assurances that this will absolutely, definitely happen, I don’t give it another thought. Mostly because when I get back to the flat, it’s to discover the boiler has broken down. Now, I can cope without lots of things, but hot water isn’t one of them, so I’m straight on the phone to my landlord. Ray’s a diamond. If there’s a problem, he gets it fixed, and he says he’ll find a plumber for me as soon as possible.
    An hour later, there’s a knock at the door and I open it. Standing there isn’t the middle-aged, salt-of-the-earth bloke I’d expected, but a plumber whose brown hair is tied in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, and whose breasts push out the front of her baggy blue overalls.
    Sometimes it’s good to have your expectations confounded. This is one of those times.
    â€œI’m here about the boiler.” Her voice has a cigarette husk, low and appealing.
    â€œGreat. Come in.” I lead her through to the kitchen, show her what I think might be causing the problem.
    She gives her head a leave it to the expert shake and reaches for her wrench. I go back to the room that doubles as my office, but it’s hard to concentrate on preparing a sales presentation when visions of her full lips and fuller breasts present a delicious distraction.
    When she knocks on the office door, I almost jump out of my skin. Does she know I’ve been staring into space the whole time she’s been working, thinking about her