New Anthology Release: A Christmas to Remember

Just in time for the Holidays, the wonderful Harper Bliss has wrangled the five of us – Cheyenne Blue, Lucy Felthouse, Erzabet Bishop, Harper Bliss and yours truly – into another wonderful anthology. This time, we take you into our own world of Christmas and the erotic situations around the festive season.

19373970From the obligatory office party to a cabin in the woods, Christmas celebrations come in all shapes and sizes. The ladies in this Christmas anthology like to keep it original though, and get their festive groove on in bed shops and the Australian outback, not to mention the ‘Mermaids and Mistletoe Masquerade Ball’… A Christmas to Remember contains five lesbian erotica stories that will make your Christmas merry AND hot. // //
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Table of Contents:

Mermaids and Mistletoe by Erzabet Bishop
Outback Christmas by Cheyenne Blue
Bedding Down by Lucy Felthouse
Midnight Clear by Laila Blake
Dress Code by Harper Bliss


Midnight Clear
Laila Blake

We are too old for rash acts of rebellion. They belong into the time of false IDs and curfews, not ours of the pregnancy plans, promotions and healthy living. Still, against all reason, we are running through the snow outside a remote mountain cabin on Christmas Eve without a stitch of clothing on our bodies.

The sharp cones of light from our torches are zigzagging across the snow, bouncing of its glittering surface, off thighs and asses, breasts and arms. We can’t keep them steady, as we are racing up the freezing hill. With each step we have to pull our feet out of two or three feet of snow, with each step we are getting further away from the cabin.

The first one to give in is Maisie; no surprise there. She squeals “Oh, fudge, gosh darnit,” the way she does, “you people are crazy!”

She throws her hands up and dashes back, breasts bouncing so prettily. I don’t turn around to see her reach her clothes and the warmth of the cabin – I’ll be the next to fall but I haven’t completely resigned myself to this yet. Laura and Gina are so drunk, I doubt they can feel their feet at all, and I am not. It’s not an automatic forfeit, but let’s just say in this race, they are Lance Armstrong and I am any of the other dudes, and they didn’t stop peddling up those mountains either, did they?

I go easy on the drink with straight women, even my oldest friends. Alcohol makes me horny and that’s probably why I’m lagging a few feet behind them, because I’m the only one in this foursome who appreciates the sight. I’m trying to turn their asses, their straining muscles and flying arms into something like booze, a distraction to keep me from thinking about the cold but it isn’t working and I throw in the towel.

When I all but stumble back into the cabin, Maisie is sitting hunched into a neat little package by the fire, wrapped head to toe into a blanket. Just her nose is sticking out of the hood she created and she is wriggling her toes somewhere under the fabric.

“I knew it would be you next,” she tells me as she turns and grins at me while I reach for my own blanket, teeth chattering and pushing myself against the fire. She’s cute down there, pretending the cold doesn’t bother her anymore, even though her voice still sounds brittle and shivery and her nose is bright pink.

“What gave me away?”

“You have never really cared that much about winning.”

That makes me come up short. She is looking at the fire again but the hood fell off her head, pooling around her shoulders. The sweep of her back disappears in darkness, and my fingers itch to touch the feathery fluff of hair on the side of her neck. I turn away and walk over to the widow, trying to focus my mind on something else – like whether or not Laura and Gina are setting off an avalanche or lying down in the snow somewhere because it felt like a good idea. I can’t see them, and I’m about to tell Maisie when the door opens and slams against the wall. The sound reverberates in my head as the girls tumble inside, all naked goose-flesh and bumping against each other.

“I won! I woooon!” Laura roars, the giggles and spins around. “I won, this the best Christmas ever! Where’s the tequila, it’s fucking cold out there!”

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