Helena and Lara left together, the dark beauty’s hand resting lightly on Lara’s lower back.  Susan watched them leave, then stood with a sigh.  “Doyle?”  Alice felt the sting of rejection, feeling very foolish all of a sudden.  Doyle moved to Susan’s side, leaned in for a slow deep kiss.  Susan wasn’t in the mood to play teacher tonight, and with Alice that was what she was, a teacher.

“Well, I guess I’ll go home and get some writing done,” Alice said to no one in particular, since no one was paying any attention to her.

“Good idea,” Susan concurred.  “Your article was very good, by the way,” she smiled an acknowledgement.

Alice felt her face flush at the praise.  Why did just a morsel of praise from this woman feel like a heaping award? 

“You really do have a feel for our community, Alice.  It surprised me.  A little.”  Susan admitted with reluctance, and Doyle watched the exchange as her fingers played with the rim of Susan’s ear.

“Great,” Alice said under her breath.  Susan stroked Alice’s face, gave her a gentle look.  The reporter felt her pulse speed up.

“Come see me again when you’re ready, Alice,” Susan said in a soft voice.  “There’s so much more to learn…and you’re a very good pupil.  Tonight just isn’t that sort of evening.”

Alice nodded, feeling the heat warming her pelvis.  So Susan wasn’t cutting their agreement short, she was just pushing it back for a moment or three.

“See you tomorrow night?”  Susan asked, and Alice’s eyes went wide.

“Um…”  She stammered, she really did need to see Dana about that phone number.

“I insist.”  Susan instructed in her always commanding voice, yet a bit softer than normal.

“Yes, m’Lady,” Alice lowered her eyes, head bobbing in agreement, stunned at how naturally it had come to her to submit immediately to the domme’s will.  She watched Susan and Doyle walk out of the Planet, heads together, laughing easily, sighed, gathered her bag and followed them out.

*~*~*~*~*

            Hands tied to the headboard, Bette groaned as Candace flicked her clit again before running her tongue over the folds of her labia, stopping to trace the opening of her sex, savoring the taste of her juices.  She rocked her hips, pressing herself against Candace’s mouth.  Her lover looked up, eyes luminous and dark, and slid up, gliding along Bette’s body, her fingers tracing the insides of her thighs.

            Bette had never let anyone dominate her like this, but for Candace, it felt right to relinquish control to someone stronger than herself.  Tonight was the test of how far she would go in surrendering.  Candace parted Bette’s labia as she kissed her passionately, the taste of Bette’s sex sweetening her lips, and slid the strap-on into her. 

Bette gasped and tightened the muscles of her vagina.  Nothing but flesh had entered her in so many years, and now her lover was penetrating her deep with a cyberskin dildo.  Bette felt herself  relax as Candace established her rhythm, stroking into her as she slid her tongue into Bette’s mouth, thrusting herself deeper and deeper.  Bette’s hips began to move to her lover’s rhythm, matching her stroke for stroke, breath quickening, rasping at her throat, faster and faster as the pleasure built. 

Neither heard the familiar sound of Kit’s car pulling into the drive next door, followed immediately by the growling engine of Ivan’s bike.  There was nothing but this moment, their flesh joined, moaning their love and desire.

~*~*~*~*~*

Tainted

Windrider

Who knew, just by walking in

to the wrong place

at the wrong time

speaking to the wrong people

that I would be drenched

in someone else’s blood

It cannot be shed

It will not wash off

It pours from my eyes

in hot bitter tears

It fills my mouth

with the copper taste of betrayal

and ruthlessness

Tainted by association

and common speech 

A phrase becomes proof

A word escapes its bounds

Roses unleash it

And I am drowned once again

with no warning

for no reason

to serve no end

but the blooding

I have finally become

a sacrifice to nothing

in the hollows of

some phantom’s eyes

on a black stone altar

in the middle of nowhere

my honor so meaningless

my proximity so maddening

that no deity will have me

or deliver me

in a sacrificial fire

that would reduce me

to ash in the wind

inconsequential

but finally blameless