Sapphic Planet ~ Dalia Craig

Meeting somebody in an online chat room can be a life-changing experience. It was for Jenna.

I already had the outline of A Secret Liaison rattling around in my head when Beth Wylde first suggested the idea of a Sapphic Planet Anthology. I jumped at the chance to write about how Jenna and Abi overcame the problems of a virtual relationship where they never met.

Once I started writing, however, Jenna and particularly Abi took the story in a whole new direction from my original idea.

Jenna’s life is constrained by her sexuality and her role as a carer, from which there is no escape other than her job in the local bookstore.

Living in a small homophobic town, virtually cut off from the outside world by distance and poor communications, Jenna has become addicted to a secret vice; her lunchtime visits to the local Internet café and cybersex with the mysterious Abi whom she’d met in a lesbian chat room.

Excerpt:

Jenna locked the bookstore and hurried along the street toward Carrie’s Internet café, absentmindedly nodding to acquaintances as she went.

The lunchtime visits to the café and the world of hot cybersex were as important to her as breathing. A welcome prospect after the frustration of a whole weekend starved of Internet access. Jenna faced a constant struggle to live a normal life; unable to use a computer openly at home due to her aged mother’s dementia. She had hysterics at the mere mention of anything electrical; believing all modern technology the work of Satan. In desperation, she’d even considered buying a small laptop to use in secret, but sadly, the nonexistent signal for cell phones and wireless Internet ruled that idea out. So today, she was doubly anxious to contact Abi and release the sexual tension coiled in her gut. They had clicked straight away after meeting in a lesbian chat room two weeks earlier and soon moved from the main board onto private messaging so they could explore their passion more fully.

She hadn’t felt this good in years; her body hummed with renewed vigor. Not since Gail fled town, never to return, after losing both her home and her job as a teacher. Constant persecution and unfounded rumor spread by small group of homophobes had and driven Gail away leaving her to face life alone. Although the bigots had not actually made the connection between her and Gail, Jenna still hid her sexuality from the world for fear of the consequences. In the five years that had elapsed since Gail left; she had never found anyone to replace her one true love. Meeting Abi had cracked the protective shell she’d built around herself and allowed her to enjoy sex again, even if only through cyberspace. However, sexual fulfillment came at a price, the more she experienced, the more she craved. She’d become a cybersex junkie.

“Morning, Jenna, you’re early today—Number seven is free if you’d like it.”

Great, her favorite spot. “Thanks.” Jenna returned Carrie’s smile and turned away without pausing for further discussion. She crossed to the one computer set apart from the rest. Back here, hidden from the other surfers by a large pillar, she could relax and enjoy the unique experience of cybersex reasonably confident her online activities would remain strictly private.

Her pussy clenched as soon as she logged on and saw Abi’s rainbow symbol beside her screen name. She pinged Abi with a ‘Hi Sexy’ then fished in her purse for the all-important remote control. The slim purple switch operated the vibrator she’d inserted before leaving the store.

Come on, Abi!

Jenna fingered the button on the remote, tempted by the thought of a quick buzz while she waited for her to respond. No, she withdrew her finger, reluctant to renege on their mutual agreement. Abi’s idea, to operate the vibrators only on instruction from one another, had certainly enhanced their online sex games and made them more realistic.
She accessed her e-mail and checked her messages. Abi often sent a quick e-mail if there was any chance of her not being around for the start of their lunchtime session.

No e-mail. She pinged Abi again then continued reading her messages whilst she waited for a response.

Ping!

At last, Jenna switched screens to read Abi’s message.

Abi: Hi beautiful, how are you today?
Jenna: Cut the crap. Where have you been?
Abi: I was busy.
Jenna: Doing what? I nearly started without you.
Abi: Very funny!
Jenna: Tell me what was more important than our date.
Abi: If you really want to know, I was giving a massage to this gorgeous client and wishing all the while it were you.
Jenna: What sort of massage?
Abi: Very intimate—think warm fragrant oils on naked skin and you’ll get the picture.
Jenna: Are you trying to make me jealous?
Abi: No, excited—All the while I was doing her I was thinking of you and the fun we could have if we ever got together.

Not very likely, though they hadn’t gotten around to exchanging locations. However, the chance of Abi being within a thousand miles was very remote.

If you want to read more, A Secret Liaison is story number 13 in the Sapphic Planet Anthology.

About Dalia Craig:
I love to both read and write a variety of contemporary erotic fiction. While my particular leaning is towards lesbian erotic romance, my writing encompasses all heat levels and diverse genres. I have a number of eBooks to my credit and I’m also a contributor to several print anthologies. You can connect with me online at: www.daliacraig.com

Welcome to the Sapphic Planet, a literary realm where women are free to love one another without fear of prejudice or reprisal.

Inside these pages you’ll discover nineteen stories written specifically to tease and titillate your senses.

From a frolic in the rain with a Bathing Beauty, to a concerned sibling showing his sister some Brotherly Love, and everything in between – whether you’re in the mood for steamy romance or unrequited lust, we’ve got a story guaranteed to satisfy your cravings.

This anthology showcases just a fraction of the talent from the writers of Sapphic Planet, a group specifically created for authors and aspiring authors of quality lesbian literature. Now sit back, relax and enter our world. Afterwards, while waiting to catch your breath, take a moment to visit us online at www.sapphicplanet.com

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Beth Wylde, Jean Roberta, Kissa Starling, Jodi Payne, Meg Leigh, Jennifer Cross, Dylynn DeSaint, JT Langdon, Allison Wonderland, Nan Andrews, Fiona Zedde, Ann Cory, Adriana Kraft, Dalia Craig, Stephanie Rose, Tenille Brown, Kira Chase, Moondancer Drake, Roxy Katt

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The Long Con – Story Behind The Story

Lori Toland

CEO by day, erotic romance writer by night, Lori Toland lives in Orlando where the summers are hot but the romance between her characters is even hotter. Writing since the tender age of 13, Lori somehow
finds time to play video games and watch movies while taking care of her beloved cats and a husband
who will forever be her hero.

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When I started writing The Long Con, I had a very intricate, well developed idea with synopsis. Everything was going great until that moment when it all fell to pieces. It was the first time Bradley and Tony saw each other across the room.

Tony Terranova wasn’t the original love interest for Agent Bradley. He was the character who wouldn’t go away. I had intense fights with Tony, trying to shove him in a corner and relegate him to the villain. I tried to forget about him but he would just not leave me alone. In fact, I started recording our conversations, just in case he killed me and they found my computer and they needed to find my body.

Well after a while, I was no longer worried Tony would kill me and hide my body, not after telling me his life story. In fact, I fell hard for him and the love he already had for Bradley made me root for their characters, even when Bradley knew as a government agent, he could never be with Tony.

Sometimes I feel The Long Con was the story I never meant to write but ended up falling into. Or maybe Tony seduced me into telling their story. Either way, I loved every step beside these characters. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did writing it.

British Agent Nathaniel Bradley is tasked with bringing home a stolen heirloom. After tracking the Faberge egg all the way to a group of criminals in New York, Bradley infiltrates a ring of con artists and gets sucked into the role of a high priced prostitute.

While hoping for a chance to take back what is rightfully his, Bradley’s sole mission becomes to seduce Tony Terranova, Jr, the heir to a notorious mafia dynasty. Though Tony is strikingly handsome, the usually dominant Bradley is hesitant to submit to the sexual whims of a dangerous Mafioso.

What Bradley doesn’t expect is for Tony to fall to his knees so eagerly for him, leaving him blindsided by how intensely their dark tastes complement each other. Now Bradley is caught up in a deadly game of lies and desire, where what he truly wants may not be what duty requires.

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My heart pounded, and I panted from exertion. Replete and relaxed, I knew my weight crushed him to the
bed, but if he didn’t say anything, I wasn’t moving. I dropped a gentle kiss on his shoulder, tasting the salt from his skin when I licked my lips.

I opened my mouth, and my heart slammed against my rib cage when I realized what I had just been about to say. Before blurting out my love for him, I pulled out slowly and stood.

I needed to get my shit together and remember I was on a task, one of huge importance to Margaret. I took a deep breath and let it out. When he glanced at me over his shoulder, I put on the same mask I wore around everyone.

His eyes told me he saw beneath the surface, and that scared me. He was much too perceptive, and from this moment forward, I would have to be on my guard. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. You almost killed me there.” I laughed it off, but it felt hollow to me. I left him on the bed and walked into bathroom.

I threw away the condom, and when I turned around, Tony stood in the doorway.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his frown worrying me.

I wanted him to drop it, so I just smiled and placed a kiss on his lips. “I’m sure.”

My explanation didn’t seem to satisfy him, but I didn’t stick around to give him the time to question me about it. I flipped on the shower and waited for the water to heat up, a little perturbed about how much I wanted him.

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K D Grace: The sexy language of ‘Once–Removed’

I’ve always found voyeurism one of the most exciting types of erotica to write. Somehow the act of sex is taken a level deeper when someone is allowed to look, but not touch. Being once-removed from the action is a bit like being a sports commentator for a football match. You don’t play, you spectate, and you see and experience the action differently, but certainly not dispassionately. What makes the act of voyeurism unique is that because of the distance, the watcher is able to see and vicariously enjoy the experience of BOTH sexual partners, something the participants can never quite manage no matter how empathetic they are.

The best part of experiencing the action once-removed is that absolutely everything going on between the participants is up for interpretation, and the interpretation can be as hot as the voyeur’s imagination is able to make it. To me, interpretation is one of the hottest parts of sex. Interpretation is finessing sex. Suddenly the world of sexual pleasure is expanded to far larger than life, encompassing far more than the anatomical shoving of bits into slots and doing the deed. If the devil is in the detail, then for sex, at least some of the total melt-down comes from interpretation, and through observation, allowing emotions and physical responses to speak that outrageously sexy language of ‘Once–Removed.’

My novella, Surrogates, raises the language of ‘Once–Removed’ to a new level, when Daniel Alexander convinces his friend, Simon Paris, to have sex with his mistress while Daniel watches and wanks, thus remaining faithful to his wife until he can get the courage to ask her for a divorce. Of course, Daniel will be calling the shots. After all, Francie Carter is his mistress.

As with most languages, interpretation isn’t an exact science, and sometimes the subtleties of the language of ‘Once-Removed’ fall through the cracks (Yes! I know! Pun intended)

Just as everything is experienced differently with a little distance, a voyeuristic view of hot sex is a different view, and a different heat. And when the voyeur is the one calling the shots, the one in charge, then the line between watcher and participant blurs, and how could there not be trouble in paradise?

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DANIEL ALEXANDER III takes his marriage vows seriously.

Until he gets the balls to ask his wife, BEL, for a divorce, watching each other masturbate is all he can offer his beautiful gardener, FRANCIE CARTER. But when Dan’s friend, SIMON PARIS, agrees to be his surrogate, affairs of the heart get complicated.

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Excerpt:

Dan wasn’t listening. ‘Francie, darling, I know how hard it is for you, with us not able to really be with each other. I promise that’ll end soon, and we can be together properly. But in the meantime, it’s not right me having Bel and you having no one. So I’ve come up with a solution for us. Simon will be my surrogate.’

‘What?’ Francie had pushed herself back against the sink as far as she could. Her heart raced in her throat and her face felt like it would burst into flame. ‘You want me to … You want us to …’ She nodded to Simon, then she glared up at him. ‘Is this why you’re here?’

But before Simon could do more than make a couple of fish gasps, Dan ploughed on. ‘Oh don’t you see, darling, it’s so perfect. If I can’t be with you, if I can’t give you what I know you so desperately need, then who better to help us both out that my dearest, most trusted friend, Simon.’

‘He’s a landscaper. He’s hired help just like I am.’ She sounded a lot more hysterical than she meant to. What she wanted to sound was outraged. What she wanted to sound was incensed.

‘No, sweetheart, no. Simon and I are old friends. We went to uni together. We spent a wild summer in Italy together. Darling, I’d trust Simon with my life.’ He shot Simon a meaningful glance, then his gaze came to rest on her. ‘I’d trust him with the person in my life I value most, the one I most want to make happy.’ He caught his breath, and his face softened. ‘Please, darling. This is a gift, something I can do for you. You can pretend he’s me. I can make love to you through Simon, and you, anything you’ve wanted to do to me you can do to him.’

‘Anything?’ She spoke around her racing heart, which felt like it would jump right out of her mouth.

‘Yes, anything, darling. Anything.’

‘Good.’ Before she had time to consider what she was doing, she slapped Simon, hard, hard enough that he recoiled. Both men gasped, and her hand stung like fire. But she ignored the pain, squared her shoulders and looked Simon right in his now watering grey eyes. ‘Then you can give him that for me.’

To her total surprise, Simon did exactly as she said. He walked over to Dan and slapped him, slapped him hard enough to knock Dan up against the staging table, slapped him hard enough to draw blood where a tooth cut his lip.

The electric silence that followed was interrupted only by the heavy breathing of all three. The two men glared at each other for a moment, sizing one another up. Trembling all over, Francie grabbed the edge of the sink for support, just as Simon turned his back on Dan and came to stand in front of her. He stood so close his breath ruffled the hair that had come loose from the clasp she wore it up in, so close that the rise and fall of his chest beneath his T-shirt was impossible to ignore, so close the heat rising from his body felt magnetic.

‘Does that about sum it up?’ He asked.

For a second, she thought she might cry. But instead, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She kissed him as hard as she had slapped him, like she wanted to eat him up, like she wanted to crawl up inside his warmth. And he kissed her back. Jesus, how he kissed her back! He kissed and nipped the hollow of her throat around to the sensitive place below her ear, then he whispered in between efforts to breathe. ‘If you want me to stop, tell me now before it’s too late.’

‘Don’t you dare, don’t you dare, don’t you dare,’ she gasped over and over again, guiding his hand to the knot tied below her right breast that held her wrap-around dress closed.

He yanked it hard, then he shoved and pushed until the dress slid from her shoulders and pooled on the floor around her gardening clogs. Somewhere in the periphery of her mind she heard Dan’s fly unzip, a sound she’d grown used to over the past few months, a sound that constantly taunted her with everything she could see yet never touch.

But there were other things to focus on today. Simon kissed his way down her sternum and cupped her breasts, cupped them and kneaded them until her nipples strained against the callouses of his stroking fingers. Then his mouth took over. What her breasts lacked in size, they made up for in sensitivity, and her whole body thrummed as he suckled and bit, nibbled and licked.