Hello! I have written many short stories and essays, and have taken several college composition courses, but this is my first go in erotica. This is the prologue of a story that will consist of several chapters, which I have already begun work on and hope to have ready soon. I do appreciate constructive feedback. Thanks so much for reading!
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It was a typical Saturday night and Lynn was sitting in her prime hunting grounds at her favorite college party spot. Lynn was lucky to have landed a great job right out of high school, so she wasn't even a student, but still attended because the girls here loved her. She was very proud of her status as the resident lesbian whore. Lynn leaned back on the couch and sipped some whiskey while she pondered which girl she was going to seduce tonight. She could feel her undies growing damp as she thought about the takeover of a tipsy slut.
Half of the ladies here had already slept with Lynn at least once. She was the kind of gay chick that straight girls envied and femme girls craved. Not really butch, but pulling off the shaggy hair, low maintenance look perfectly. She did not have to try to be hot. The thing that earned her reputation here though was the conceited, confident way she carried herself. Lynn knew that she was capable of delivering orgasms far more powerful that any other partner these girls would ever have and used that to her full advantage.
Most of her sexual escapades were simply for her own selfish desires, but she usually took care of whoever she decided to fuck for the night. Lynn sometimes thought she probably should seek help and other outlets for her problems, but sex was an easier, more fun option for the time being. Right now, the question was, did she want something quick, easy, and to the point, or someone new to play with? She scanned the room slowly. Her pussy was wet, but she possessed an unbelievable amount of self control when she felt like toying around with someone.
Lynn did not have to think about it long before Emma sat down next to her and threw an arm around her waist. She let out a deep sigh. It had to be Emma, the one girl who couldn't grasp that the only relationship she would ever have with Lynn would be strictly venereal. Emma had been lurking at the party for a while, hoping that her favorite lover might show up.
It wasn't like Lynn toyed with anyone's heart; she was always up front about it being just sex. Despite acting like Lynn was her heart's desire, it was doubtful that Emma actually loved her. She was trying to pursue Lynn as a status symbol. She wanted to be the one girl to obtain a relationship with someone everyone lusted after. It didn't help that being popular and coming from a rich family had made her accustomed to getting everything she wanted. She had to act like a brat about everything.
Emma leaned in for a kiss. Lynn didn't particularly want to appease her, but she was horny and knew she could have the desperate whore how she wanted her quickly. She kissed back passionately, nibbling at Emma's lip to assure her that she could have her way for the night. As soon as she had this reassurance, Emma's body began to react. Lynn pushed her back into the sofa and pressed her thigh between her legs. As Emma's hips rose to allow her pussy to receive more contact, Lynn smirked and said, "Oh you already need me; I will have a fun night putting you in your place."
As much as she wanted to give in to her wants immediately, Emma could not forget that she had come to talk. She mustered up some will power to push Lynn off and get the words out. She spoke fast with such a tone of urgency, "Lynn please, come with me to Nevada. You're going to miss me when I'm gone. We can figure our future out together." She paused with wide eyes, waiting to see what kind of reaction she would receive but Lynn just rolled her eyes.
Why did Emma have to ruin the night with conversation? Lynn how no patience for this today. She growled, "We aren't dating, and I don't want to be with you. It will be better if you just go and I can forget you. Maybe you can find a girl who you will actually love enough to not use and abuse."
"You really are such an asshole." Emma snipped. She felt like she had just been punched in the chest.
"Yep, and you're a bitch. I'm not ever going to love you, especially not when I've seen the way you treat the girls you're 'dating'. So, do you want to fuck or not? 'Cause it's gonna be not if you keep talking. It is killing my libido."
That was Lynn for you, always painfully honest and to the point. Emma didn't bother to answer, she just grabbed Lynn by the wrist and pulled her down the hall. The moment they were in a bedroom Emma started again. This was the last time she could try to win over the girl she so craved.
"You do care about me. You're just afraid of commitment. Please, open up and let me in. We can work through it." Emma said, lip quivering as she pulled Lynn close. Lynn shoved her back into the wall.
Now she was getting pissed. She should have just had sex with the girl who she had overheard talking about being bi-curious. She could have made it simple for her. She was clearly gay and needed a girl who knew her way around a pussy to help her realize it. But things were never simple when Emma was around...
"You don't fucking know me Emma. Shut the hell up." Lynn growled. The little slut's wrists were growing red, but Lynn held her arms firmly against the wall and bit hard into Emma's collarbone. She left several dark teeth impressions as she traveled up her neck.
Lynn normally got quite a rush from this. She loved putting sluts in their place and fed off the control. Although punishing little Emma was definitely making Lynn wet, she could not enjoy being a mistress properly when a whore misbehaved in this sort of way.
Lynn wasn't sure if the tear that fell down Emma's cheek was from physical or emotional hurt, but she didn't really care. She was not about to stop and have a heart to heart. She could tell Emma was too aroused by being tormented and getting too wet to keep on talking with her lost cause. Lynn had to support her toy's weight as her knees were weakening and she was quivering with excitement.
Lynn did not waste her time being slow or sensual. She didn't normally anyway, but Emma definitely did not deserve anything sweet tonight. She quickly tore off Emma's translucent tank top, lacy pink bra, slutty little shorts and tiny black thong. She only took a moment to take in her naked prey.
Emma was hot, but so tiny; too tiny for Lynn's tastes. She did have a lovely face and long dark hair and the tits and ass she did possess were at least perky and firm. Thankfully, her pussy was always smoothly waxed too. Her thin figure was practically begging to be taken over.
Emma started tugging at Lynn's belt. She was desperate to see the delightful curves she knew her lover possessed and kept so covered, and to smell the sweet juices leaking from between her legs. She hoped to earn a taste. Lynn was having none of this today. She shoved her back onto the bed. "Oh honey, You don't get the pleasure of undressing me tonight." Lynn spoke firmly.
Emma chewed her own lip and stared with longing eyes. Lynn undressed herself quickly, not giving the slut any time to enjoy her delightful body, though she knew Emma was dying to stop and stare. In the moment Emma did have to look, her mouth already started watering.
Lynn dressed modestly, typically wearing tee shirts and bermuda shorts, but she had a perfect soft curvy frame. Her breasts were big and firm, but soft, and she had an ass to match. Her pussy was clean shaven. The tattoos she had across her ribs, upper arms, and thighs just completed the package.
As soon as Lynn's perfect naked body stepped close enough, Emma grabbed her hips and aggressively pulled Lynn on top. She jumped back. "You must be hell bent on punishment. You are mine to fuck how I please. You touch me when I allow it. You know how this works." Lynn smirked a painfully sexy little smirk and went to dig through a dresser drawer.