Give Me Thorns

A Lesbian BDSM Romance

by Elizabeth Andre

Give Me thorns - Elizabeth Andre
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Pages: 138
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Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 138

The worst day Megan has ever had is about to transform her life in ways she never believed possible.
Megan, a long-haired femme lesbian with beautiful pale skin and chestnut brown hair, is having a very loud and public fight with her soon to be ex-girlfriend when a woman on a motorcycle comes to her rescue. Against her better judgement, Megan hops on, and they ride off into the setting sun.
Stevie, a handsome African-American butch lesbian with a lock of blonde hair curling out of the front of her helmet, loves rescuing damsels in distress. Sometimes, she just gives them a ride home when they need it. Sometimes, she ties them up in her playroom when they are both ready to have some fun.
At first, Megan is terrified of Stevie’s playroom, but soon admits that BDSM is something she’s always wanted to try. Stevie is initially willing to give Megan a chance, but isn’t sure about playing as hard as she really wants to with a total newbie.
Together they explore Megan’s limits as well as Stevie’s and discover that true love requires knowing yourself most of all.

This lesbian BDSM contemporary love story includes numerous scenes of graphic sex and is intended for adults only.

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Excerpt:

“Don’t you ever want a traditional relationship? You know, with romance and roses and moonlight?”
A wistful look came over her face. “We have romance and moonlight. Stevie even buys me roses from time to time. I love the soft petals, but I also love the thorns. They have a beauty that people don’t often appreciate.”
They really had a relationship unlike any I had ever had or even heard about. I had to admit that, despite the blue lock, Kathy seemed free. The blue lock, along with everything Kathy told me, made me more and more curious about Stevie. Kathy’s life seemed interesting. I asked her a question that had been on the tip of my tongue for the past several minutes.
I leaned forward and kept my voice low. “Why do you like that kind of sex?”
She shrugged. “I really don’t know. I just do.”
Not the most satisfying answer, but I’d have to be content with it. “What about jealousy? You said you and Stevie both have other women.

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Isn’t jealousy an issue?”
“No. I like the independence I have in my relationship with Stevie. Stevie likes rescuing women in need, but she also likes the women she rescues to stand on their own two feet, you know?” She paused. “Look, you seem very nice. Have dinner with me and Stevie some evening. We can always use more friends, and we’d be happy to answer more questions. Bring your roommate. It’ll be fun.”
I said yes because I figured why not? I did have more questions and having dinner with Stevie and Kathy would be a great way to get answers. We made plans to have dinner the following Friday. Later, I told Jane that the weird people I had met with the dungeon had invited us out to dinner.
“Oh, and it’s not a dungeon. It’s a playroom,” I said.
“There’s a difference?” Jane looked skeptical.
That night, I did something I hadn’t done since those lonely nights in my dorm room waiting for some girl to call. I pulled out a couple of my belts and lay down on my bed. I cinched one belt around my waist feeling the leather dig into my flesh and restrict my breathing. I wrapped another belt around my wrists tying them together. I strained against the makeshift restraints and reached my hands down to my snatch. I was wet, and I rubbed my clit until I came.
I stopped indulging in that little bit of masturbatory bondage when some girl finally did call. I never shared my little secret with Paige or any of my other girlfriends. I was afraid they would think I was a freak. After all, I thought I was a freak. I didn’t think I could do that and have the nice life I always wanted. I was reminded how good it made me feel. Yes, Stevie’s playroom had initially terrified me. Now, I was intrigued. Maybe I wouldn’t have to keep my secret much longer.

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About the Author

Elizabeth Andre writes lesbian erotic romance, science fiction and young adult stories. She is a lesbian in an interracial same-sex marriage living in the Midwest. She hopes you enjoy her stories. She certainly loves writing them.

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