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Women’s erotica is any erotic material that caters specifically to heterosexual women. When erotica is directed at lesbian women, it is referred to as lesbian erotica. Women's erotica is available from a variety of media including websites, books, short stories, films, photography, magazines and audio. The content may cover many aspects of sexuality, from relationships to fetishes; the main idea being to convey sex from a woman’s perspective, or to feature female sexual fantasies. The first publishing imprint of erotic fiction for women was Black Lace, launched in Britain in 1992. It remained unique in publishing for over a decade and was only recently joined in the marketplace by big-name publishers Harlequin, Kensington and Avon who have released their own “black label” lines for female readers. The first series of books to feature erotic short stories for women was Herotica, first published by Down There Press in 1996. Author and sex activist Susie Bright founded the series and edited the first three volumes. A similar series is Best Women’s Erotica from Cleis Press which has appeared annually since 2001. Internet-based publisher Ellora's Cave produces what it calls "romantica" - romance novels with explicit sex scenes. The company originally produced e-books but has now moved into printed publishing.
The erotic stories listed below are of a more sensual nature for our female readers who may not be interested in the more hardcore variety of story in our other categories.
"His mouth found its way to an erect nipple, his tongue flicking it playfully, shooting quivering thrills through her"
Neil gallantly rescues Rachel during a violent rainstorm, and takes her back to his cabin to warm up. But soon they are swept up within an intense and sudden yearning, and they struggle to contain their desires.
“It’s still raining,” Rachel noticed. “Do you think it will rain all night?”
Neal looked over to the window. “Probably.”
They sat in silence, hearing the crackle of the fire and patter of the rain in an oddly quieting duet.
“We could tell ghost stories,” Neal suggested.
Rachel grinned. “That would be fun. Do you know any good ones?”
Neal shook his head. “Not really. I can’t say that I’ve ever heard a good one before.”
“Have you ever seen a ghost?” Rachel asked in a low, spooky voice.
Neal laughed. “No, I Haven’t. I’m not sure I even believe in them.”
“You don’t?”
“Do you?” Neal asked.
Rachel nodded enthusiastically. “Not really, no,” she admitted.
“But,” Neal offered, “I had an aunt that believed in them. In fact, she used to talk to them all the time.”
“And did they talk back to her?”
“Oh, yes,” Neal nodded. “It’s how she made her living. She was a medium.”
“You’re kidding,” Rachel snickered. “You had a medium for an aunt?”
Neal sighed. “Sadly, yes. And she really seemed to believe in the stuff too. She had the cards and a crystal ball, the whole bit. She taught me to read palms, too.”
Rachel’s eyes brightened. “You read palms?” she pressed. She put out her hand. “Can you read mine?”
Neal pushed his food aside and leaned over. “Sure,” he submitted. “Why not?”
He took her hand in his, staring down at it intently. His touch was gentle, warm. Rachel felt herself quiver inside. As he leaned over she could sense him, feel his closeness.
“Ah, yes,” he said dramatically, and Rachel laughed. She watched his eyes as they stared at her hand. She studied his face, his kind mouth, and the soft sweep of his cheeks.
“I see you have a great deal of intelligence,” he went on. Then he looked up at her, their eyes meeting. “You hide it well,” he teased.
Rachel punched his shoulder playfully with her free hand.
“You’re just starting out in life,” Neal mused tracing a line across her palm with a soft touch. It tickled, sending chills up along her back. “You’d be right about here. You’ve had some troubles before, I see. There’s pain here, not long ago.”
Jason flashed through her mind, and a dark sensation filled her as she realized how uncanny Neal’s insight was.
“But that’s past,” Neal noted, his finger tracing further along the line.
“Do I become a chemist?” Rachel probed.
Neal gave her a soft, beleaguered smile. “It’s not that specific,” he laughed. He looked back at her hand. “But it does look like you’ll enjoy what you do, if you’re brave enough to do what you enjoy.”
“That would stand to reason,” Rachel groaned.
Undeterred Neal went on, his fingers lighting across her hand. “Your life won’t be easy, there are challenges,” he noted. “But here,” he pointed to a place on her hand, “this one is interesting.”
“What is it?” Rachel stared down at the place on her hand where he was pointing.
“Here your life changes,” Neal remarked.
“When?”
“Soon. Very soon - if it hasn’t already happened.” He traced along the line. “You find something here. Something you didn’t realize you longed for.”
Rachel fell silent, watching his touch caress over her palm, up along the length of her fingers, the sensation sending frightening waves of enticement through her. His fingers ran back down along her palm to her wrist, hesitated, then ran slowly down over the sensitive inside of her forearm.
Rachel looked up at him, his gaze intent along her arm as chills raced through her. His eyes lifted to meet hers, and the piercing look dove within her. At once it felt as though they collided, his heart somehow beating within her chest, his mind invading hers. Shocks of terror raced through her and she yanked her arm free, hiding it with the sleeve of the robe.
Neal sat sharply back. “I’m sorry,” he pleaded, looking away from her. “I didn’t mean . . .“No,” Rachel was mortified by her odd reaction. “It’s okay, it’s just . . .”
He looked over at her, waiting, but she didn’t have an explanation.
“I don’t know, but . . . but it’s okay,” she assured him.
“I didn’t mean to overstep my bounds and frighten you like that. It won’t happen again,” Neal shook his head, confused. “I honestly don’t know what came over me.”
Rachel looked down at her hands, thinking. “You didn’t frighten me,” she said. She looked up to see him watching her.
“I didn’t?”
She laughed. “Well, yes, you did. But, it’s strange . . .” she felt herself melt as she confessed, “here I am, alone in a secluded cabin with a strong man I just met, almost completely naked and extremely vulnerable, and I have honestly never felt so safe before in my life.”
Rachel wondered if it were deep understanding that softened his eyes, or doubt.
“I’d better move your clothes to the dryer,” Neal quietly suggested and he vanished into the kitchen. Rachel took slow, even breaths, listening to him open the washer lid and then the dryer, somewhere just beyond the kitchen. She cringed once more, just realizing he had to handle her panties again.
“Okay,” he smiled a bit awkwardly as he returned, “so what should we do while those dry?”
Rachel stood up and moved back over to the sofa. “We could sit and watch the fire,” she suggested, rejecting the other less tactful suggestions that came to her mind.
Neal started walking over to the chair and Rachel quickly patted the sofa next to her. He stopped, intently studying her face. A calm smile touched his lips as she motioned him to the couch, and his expression relaxed. Quietly he sat beside her, and they watched the flames.

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