Crave: Tales of Lust, Love, and Longing

She stared mournfully into her closet. What the hell did you wear to these things, anyway? The white turtleneck with the little flowers?

Definitely not. Not the vast collection of crucifixes on chains that her family had foisted off on her since she came out, either. They made her feel like a vampire. She continued toward the back of the closet, shaking her head. The little black wool dress? Too formal, and probably the wrong kind of hot, when she stopped to think about it.

Finally she settled on the red silk shirt with the buttons, the one she hoped she�d have the nerve to wear without a bra, and a short, full black skirt. Easy access, she thought, and blushed, laughing at herself in the mirror on the back of the closet door. At least she looked pretty cute. The red shirt set off her cocoa butter complexion, and she posed, modeling the outfit. Plainly, it had been too long since she had gotten laid. Who was she kidding? She hadn't even had a date. Her bare feet tapped out an impatient little dance of their own while one of her cats watched her warily from the doorway.

She collapsed on the edge of her single bed and squirmed a little. Those butterflies were having a blast in her stomach. She lay down and ran her fingers up her thighs, then under her skirt and inside her panties. At least she knew she could do this right. Forcibly dismissing her mental picture of Sue, she let her mind wander while her fingers played in the slick wetness beneath her skirt. No, this would be a special occasion, and dammit, she was going to get herself off to another fantasy if it killed her.

There had been a cute butch at the Film Festival last weekend. She'd do nicely. Ana remembered the woman's long fingers, imagining what they'd feel like inside her. She moaned a little, riding her own fingers. The butch's tongue would be sliding against her now, slipping inside her, then lapping up to tease her clit. Her fingertips circled it slowly, then faster. Taking her hand from her pussy, she pushed it under her shirt and pinched her nipples into small erect points, squeezing her nails into them just a bit so it would feel like teeth.

Her fantasy butch slid her fingers back inside her, one at a time. Feeling daring, she pushed one moistened finger against her asshole, barely venturing inside. It made her feel nasty and sexy, just like those fantasies that she never told Sue about. She imagined that the butch had a nice hard dildo and was working it up her ass. Grinding her hips into the bed, she rolled them in a slow sensuous circle until the heat washed from her clit up her body. Her legs stiffened and she arched her back, shuddering, frightening the cat away. She collapsed and lay still for a moment, gently grinding her hips against the patchwork coverlet.