Lust is not a sweet emotion. Lust is not the tender feeling you get when your lover says something that touches your heart. Lust is not about the future, not about plans, not about creating the best possible world for you and your sweetie.
Lust is simple. Lust is greedy. Lust is immediate and possessive. Lust wants what it wants, and does not care who or what gets in the way. Whereas love can whisper “I want to dance naked in the rain with you for eternity!”, lust screams “Your cock. My pussy. Now. And don’t stop until I tell you to stop.” Lust is pure id.
Women in Lust, a compilation of stories edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, offers a glimpse into the world of women caught in the throes of lust. While all of the stories are extremely hot, the story of a woman and two men is what strikes my particular fancy at this time in my life. I certainly hope I don’t have to go to another country for MY lust to be filled.
Excerpt from “Smoke” by Elizabeth Coldwell.
There’s something I need to know before this goes any further. “When I arrived here, you were sitting with three girls.” I picture them in my mind, young and pert, attractive in a wholesome, farmer-folk way, like the barman inside. “If you’re in the mood for a fuck, what was wrong with them?”
Gijs shrugs. “They don’t do it for me. I like someone older, someone who knows what she wants.” He leans closer. “Tell me, Barbara, what do you want?”
I want what I’ve wanted since my first sip of beer, since the music started to rouse me on some primitive level: to be filled with hot, hard cock. More than that, I want to try something I would only dare in a foreign country, where I know there’s absolutely no chance of bumping into someone I know who wouldn’t approve, or understand.
“You and Peter. At the same time. And we’ve got to be quick, because I’ve left my beer sitting on the bar. How about it?” As my words hang in the air, I can’t believe I’ve been so bold. Playing for such high stakes has never really appealed to me before.
Peter spins his empty bottle on the table. Is he deciding whether to go for it or not? A quick glance between the two men, then they nod.
Gijs extends a hand to me. “Come on.”
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