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INTRODUCTION
An intimate encounter in a movie theater halfway across the world. A passionate affair with a married woman. A weekend of role-playing with two women and their headmistress, Miss Johnson.
The gals in this book tell powerful, raw, sensuous tales ripped from the pages of their sexual lives. In ways theyve never before expressed their sultry, playful, and sometimes downright dirty secrets, these women bare all, describing not only their deepest fantasies, but the hot and heavy truth of their sexual deeds inside and outside the bedroom.
Peer in during a young womans first time getting tag-teamed. Enjoy a rollicking Toy Story thats certainly not rated G. Accept a red-hot Valentines Day gift any horny lesbian would be grateful to receive. In short, curl upalone or with a loverand discover what lesbians from around the world are getting up toafter midnight.
Chelsea James
OUR DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
Jenny Dewey
Wednesdays, Club Cruz in North Hollywood became Tryst & Shout. The inside was the same no matter what neon sign outside the old paint factory was lit or what T-shirts the staff wore that night. The music and the videos on the huge screens over the dance floor didnt change from night to night. What made it different was that Wednesdays were our nightdrag kings and femmes, bois and gurrls, and lesbians from all over Los Angeles.
Ming-Ye and I went to Tryst & Shout maybe once a month. Dancing in front of people was never easy for me. I played soccer and volleyball, but when the music started, my muscles lost all coordination. Ming-Ye, though, she was born to move. Her arms would slowly rise, her hands reaching for the multicolored lights flashing overhead. Other women watched as the music possessed her. Twirl and bump, and then shed stop and slyly smile at me as her hips moved in a slow grind. The world would go away and Id wrap my arms around her. Shed flick back her long black hair and the scent of her soap and shampoo would remind me of being cuddled close to the nape of her neck in bed. Straddling my thigh, shed move, baby, move, and it was enough that I was there to hold her.
These boots are killing me, she confessed as we tried to wedge our way through the crowd around the sleek glass bar.
You say that every time you wear them, I shouted over the pounding music.
Her full lips curled into a wicked grin. Yeah, but theyre hot.
Ming-Ye would have been hot in anything. The year I met her, she was in her Chinese schoolgirl gone bad phase. Short plaid skirts, thigh-high stockings, and lipstick the color of plums against skin like warm caramel. Since then, shed become librarian gone bad, wearing tailored blouses that cupped her small breasts, her silky hair pulled back in a tight bun, and the ultimate pair of thigh-high black leather spiked heeled boots.
Jostled by the crowd, I had to fight for my balance. I could imagine Ming-Ye rolling her eyes when music turned me into a klutz, but I never caught her at it.
You want something? I asked.
The usual.
At least thats what I thought she said. I couldnt hear her. I nodded and worked my way to the bar, leaving her to stand on the edge of the dance floor.
Sometimes I wondered what she saw in me. We got along well, we laughed a lot, but she turned heads wherever she went. I was okay in a sporty, girl-next-door kind of way. When we went out, I saw the way women looked at her. I knew what they were thinking, because I thought it too. Those lips of Ming-Yes kissed hard and came away bruised. She looked like the kind of girl who would press a lover against a wall or fuck in an alleyway.
I shuffled forward one step at a time until I reached the edge of the glossy black bar. It was under-lit by fiber-optic strands that changed color in a slow cycle. Blue glow made the bartenders look like the undead. By the time I ordered our drinks, their faces were sickly green with halos reflecting weirdly from their eyes. I was glad to take the drinks and back out of the crush.
A shout rose as the hottest new video showed on the huge screens on the walls around the club. Women surged to the floor, almost sweeping me along.
Here. I offered Ming-Ye her drink.
She watched the dancers, mesmerized. I tried to guess who she was looking at. She seemed to be staring at a leggy blonde wearing a leather halter top and black jeans.
That woman was a head taller than anyone else in the club, but she was memorable for other reasons. She stood on top of one of the small dance platforms. Her companion, smaller, with dark hair, also shared the tiny stage. Their dance was full-on frottage, the kind of careless sexy moves I wished I could relax enough to enjoy. Watching them felt like peeking through someones window, though. I was a little ashamed that it turned me on so much.
The blonde had a great body and excellent hair. A perfect California beach volleyball goddess, she was one of those women everyone claims to hate on sight but secretly wants to meet.
Damn it, she could really dance too. Just Ming-Yes type.
I elbowed Ming-Ye. Your drink.
Thanks. She didnt even bother to glance at me. Her big brown eyes stayed fixed on the woman even as she took a sip.
That pissed me off. I didnt think of myself as the type that got jealous, but Ming-Ye couldnt tear her eyes from the blonde long enough to even acknowledge that I was there. Mean words welled up in my throat, nearly choking me. Surprised at myself, I looked everywhere except at Ming-Ye so that she wouldnt catch me being an idiot.
Someone bumped into me. I moved a few steps. The next bump seemed more deliberate, so I spun around, ready to make a nasty comment, when I realized my teammate from the womens soccer league was standing there.
Jen! Carrie grinned.
Hey. Didnt expect to see you here.
Oh, man, did she see me staring dagger eyes at the blonde on top of the platform?
We chatted a bit about our team and our last game, but we werent really friends, so that was all we had to talk about. Pretty soon, we were down to, This DJ has the best mixes, and So, how far away did you have to park? It got more awkward by the minute, and the pauses grew longer, so I decided to put us both out of our misery.
Well, it was great seeing you, but Im here with someone.
Yeah, right. She grinned again and bobbed her head, probably grateful she could move on. Catch you later.
I looked around for Ming-Ye but didnt see her. She was probably out on the dance floor, or shed met someone she knew. We werent clingy. We had separate friends, and we ran into many of them at Tryst & Shout.
After circling the club four times in search of her, I was pretty steamed. She was nowhere to be seen. And then it hit meI hadnt seen that blonde anywhere either.
Ming-Ye had dumped me.
I had no idea where that idea came from, but as soon as the poison was in my heart, I couldnt ignore it.
My eyes stung. The crowd was too close and the music pounded against my ribs. I needed room. I wanted to breathe air that wasnt thick with the sharp scent of girl sweat. The lights were too hot, and misery filled my belly.
No. She wouldnt dump me. Ming-Ye never looked at other women.
Not that I knew of, the voice of doubt whispered in my ear. I hadnt caught her at it. That didnt mean anything.
