August 14, 2025 • 14 mins
We have collaborated with VamBamJam, an outstanding ethical erotica writer whose stories inspire and empower readers to get in touch with their sexual side and to ask for what they desire. She has lots more stories on her website, so make sure to check them out here: https://www.vambamjam.com.au/ In our final erotic audio chapter with fiery Ezmeralda, she pushes her boundaries yet again and has her first lesbian fling. A chance encounter with a sexy woman leads Ezmeralda to uncover a cabin brimming with sexual play toys and devices, including a strap on. If you’ve ever wondered how hot lesbian pegging can be make sure to listen to this one…
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Hi, Foxy friends. We absolutely love sharing our ethical erotic
audio stories with you every week. If you'd like to
support our show to keep the content coming, head over
to our patron by the link in the summary. We
really appreciate any and all support. This season, we're bringing
(00:24):
you stories written by one of our favorite up and
coming erotic writers, Bam Bam Jam. We love sharing new
discoveries with you, Foxy Friends, and we know these stories
will leave you wanting more. You can check out more
of her work via the link in the show notes.
(00:44):
Lesbian Pegging. I was seated at the table with my
coffee in hand, well before Clara arrive, as his standard
procedure for us. I don't really mind that she's consistently late.
It is generally within ten minutes, and she is well
worth waiting for. We'd not spoken since her experience at
(01:06):
the Swingers Club, and I was madly wanting to hear
every detail. My swinging experiences to date had shown me
that I needed more of a meaningful connection to be
able to willingly fuck another couple than my fantasies had
me believing, so I wonder how it had been for her.
I also had a few stories to share my alleyway
(01:27):
action and hook up with a fem fatale that was
still dancing through my brain at regular intervals. Clara tumbled
in with a crowd of randoms and broke away when
she saw me in her usual spot, a huge smile
curving across her beautiful face as she strode over hisses
and hugg's complete We started oversharing. It seemed that for
(01:48):
her there had been sufficient attraction to the couple. Her
and Brad had fucked at the swingers club to wipe
away any hesitation, and the entire evening had been mind blowing.
Clara's loved me nasty alleyway tail, but was mostly interested
in getting the full details on my girl to girls situation.
I began exclaiming my colleagues and I read a posh
(02:10):
bar in the city after work, and I went up
to order the next round for everyone. There was a short,
curvy woman standing beside me at the bar, and as
she turned over to look at me, my desire for
her was immediate. We leaned into each other magnetically, as
if it were preordained, and I could smell her skin.
It was cherry blossoming clothes, and I struggled for a
(02:33):
moment to think. The bar tender broke our trance and
we both placed our drink orders. But as I was
relying on my list of cocktails, all I was actually
aware of was the heat of her skin burning me
as our arms touched briefly, and the way her hair
fell towards her mouth, making me want to smooth it away.
(02:54):
As I juggled glasses and payments, she whispered in my
ear bathroom in fifteen and walked away towards a noisy
table at the back of the atrium. I wobbled my
way to my crew, trying not to spill our precious
concoctions as they moved, swerving around other patrons. As they
threatened to get in my way and hijack my mission
(03:17):
delivering my bounty to eager hands, I took a moment
to lean against the back of a chair and catch
my thoughts. I was stupidly overwhelmed by my bar encounter.
The music and chatter swirled around me, and I noted
vaguely how sticky the floor was where I was standing.
I felt like I was in another parallel realm, where
(03:38):
both elation and fear were the primary emotions elicited for
me by that beguiling woman. Someone jostled me and asked
if I was okay. I smiled reassuringly and took a
large mouthful of my drink, surreptitiously looking over in the
direction that my obsession had gone in to see whether
I could catch a glimpse of her. I looked at
(04:00):
my phone, roughly gauging fifteen minutes, and then stood up
with one of my workmates, not comprehending a word that
they had said as I waited for the time to
take past, breaking away mid sentence saying I needed to
use the bathroom. I walked over to the alcove and
then turned right to enter the wash basin area. I
(04:22):
was hot and flustered, and my palms were slippery to touch.
My fingertips clenched as I clenched my fists. My heart
was beating so hard I thought it may give out
and therefore save me the awkwardness of the next steps
of completing this interaction. A group of girls exited together
with laughter and overly loud voices. I was alone and
(04:46):
she wasn't here. I caught my glowing face in the
mirror and decided I should leave before causing myself a
world of embarrassment by waiting for a woman who was
probably just playing with me. But then a stall swung open,
and there she was, holding at her hand, catching my
(05:06):
sweaty fingers with her own, and drawing me into the
small space, closing the door and locking the rest of
civilization out. She pressed me against the wall, with her
body so close that we were breathing the same lust.
She touched my face softly as she stared into my eyes,
as if I were the answer to everything. Nothing existed
(05:28):
apart from her. As she ran her tongue along my
bottom lip. I gave my soul to her, finally moving
my arms to paint brush strokes at her waist, to
tangle fingers in her hair, to creep up and over
her breasts, her neck, her collarbone. She dominantly turned me,
(05:50):
pulling my ass to her and bending me at the waist.
I balanced against the side of the stall, arms supporting
as her hand found its way into my panties and
the lush moisteness that awaited her there. My nipple constricted
as she pulled my bras's side to find my skin,
grinding her hips into me from behind. She seemed to
(06:11):
get off on this control, and it literally made me swoon.
She tapped and tweaked my slick lit while trapping my
nipple between her thumb and fingers, hugging and rolling gently
but conclusively. I found the grinding of her soerrotic. It
was as if she was penetrating me with her energy,
(06:32):
and I opened myself up to her thrusts. All too
soon I was at the doorstep of orgasm. I wanted
to hold out, but I was helpless to stop myself
from collapsing into the pleasure. She had me literally in
the palm of her hand, and the way she manipulated
me was intoxicating. For that moment, I was all hers,
(06:55):
and she knew that beyond doubt. She held me till
I was finished, a wilted, tremulous hot mess, held up
by her arms in the ply with cubicle. As she
withdrew her hand from my pussy, she carefully turned me
back toward her and straightened my underwear, stepping in close
to me again, but this time pulling me into a
(07:18):
hug and whispering good girl as she unlocked the door.
Holy fuck, Clara exclaimed, that is one sexy story. I
can't believe how hot that sounded. Did you follow her
out and get her number? When I finally put myself
together enough to leave the bathroom, she was nowhere to
(07:41):
be seen. Most of the people from her table were
still there, but I couldn't see her at all. The
crazy thing is that I went back to my work
colleagues and sat down to finish the rest of my drink,
and one of the bar staff came over to me
with a note. It was from her, and I knew
that because all it said was you were so tonight,
I want to treat you to something special. Then it
(08:04):
had an ad dress and a time, but nothing else.
No phone number, no name, what, no way. Clara's eyes
lit up, hungry for more info about this intriguing scenario.
When did she summon you? Are you going to go?
I pause, momentarily looking into my now empty coffee glass
(08:25):
before raising my eyes to meet her gaze. I was
with her yesterday, I whispered, turning red as I felt
my face heat up at the thought of what we
had done together and how much I had loved it.
I can tell you about it if you have time.
I had no idea what to wear. So I went
(08:45):
with my red dress and matching lingerie, as it makes
me feel sexy but also like I can keep my
shit together if needed. It was pretty easy to find
the address. I caught a nuber and I'm not gonna lie.
I was nervous as hell when I knocked on the door.
She opened up almost straightway, standing there in bare feet
(09:05):
in a kimono that matched her dress with its loud
red flowers. She smelt amazing. Her smile invited me inside,
as did her outstretched arm. She led me down a
corridor to a large break kitchen and offered me a drink.
It was midday, so I declined, but I could have
easily sculled the bottle. We sat at her marble kitchen
(09:28):
breakfast bench, and she told me that she had some
games she wanted us to play, but needed to make
sure I was okay with that and felt safe with her.
She asked me to tell her my safe word and
to use it if at any time I wanted her
to stop anything that she was doing to me. I
told her rouge was my word, but that so far
(09:49):
I have never needed to use it. She just smiled
at me again and motioned that I should follow. We
went outside and along a landscape pathway to a tiny
cottage at the base of a garden. It was covered
with ivy and an abundance of plant life, and looked
almost magical in its quaintness. Inside, however, was a completely
(10:11):
different situation. It was all one room, with at least
four shiny stripper poles running from floor to ceiling. The
carpet was plush and red and covered with piles of
red splash blankets, pillows, and furs. There was a red
velvet sofa against painted red walls hung with flocked tapestries.
(10:33):
Ropes hung from round hooks, and there were what looked
like red leather benches with thick satin ribbons and cushions.
Everything was decadent in nature, and as the door swung
shut behind us, I felt a hedonistic energy enveloped me.
Taking both of my hands, she led me to one
of the leather benches and sat me down so that
(10:54):
I was straddling it. She laid me back and tied
my arms above my head with thick satin ties wound
around my wrists and tethered to the pole behind me.
She scooped up my legs and hooked her fingers through
the pearl beads and red lace on my gee string,
flipping it down my thighs and dropping it to the floor.
(11:15):
My ankles were wrapped in more satin ties and bound
to the legs of the bench. I lay open at
her mercy, still wearing my bra with my dress pushed
up bearing my naked pussy. Her kimono fell from her shoulders,
revealing nothing but a hip harness strapped around her delicious
bear skin. I watched her walk to a side table
(11:39):
and opened a drawer, from which she took a large dildough,
expertly hooking it into the harness and caressing it with lube.
Every tiny hair on my body prickled to life as
she languidly moved towards me, crouching on the end of
the bench between my spread thighs and lowering her mouth
to my pussy. She tongued me deeply and licked me roughly,
(12:03):
but I was so aroused that it felt too soft,
and I wanted badly to push her face into me
to make her eat me harder. I lifted my hips
as high as I could from with my restraints, but
she drew away, leaving me aching for more. She fingered me,
smearing her spit with my juices and traces of loup,
(12:27):
then crawled forward so that she was planked above me,
slowly lowering her body onto mine and beginning to kiss me.
As she plunged into my mouth and owned my lips,
I could feel the tip of the dildo pushing against
my labia and beginning to enter my vagina. It was
such an intense sensation, being penetrated from such a fettered position.
(12:51):
It felt wrong and strange, but right and kind of
perversing away. I never knew I craved until that moment.
She pumped into me, and I ground back as much
as I could, working my core to its limit. She
pulled the top of my dress open, ravenously, attacking my
breasts while fucking me deeply with long, even strokes. I
(13:17):
raised my head to watch her and frozed ice as
I realized there was a man standing staring at us. Fuck.
I yelled, and he laughed loudly, startling my lover, who
clumsily withdrew and turned to face him. So turns out
that her husband came home early from work. I didn't
stay around to catch any further details, as I figured
(13:39):
he'd seen more than enough for our first meeting. Clara
and I both snorted in convulsive laughter as we endeavored
to bundle up our things to leave the cafe. Thanks
for listening, Foxy friends, don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe,
and continue to come with us
Hi, Foxy friends. We absolutely love sharing our ethical erotic
audio stories with you every week. If you'd like to
support our show to keep the content coming, head over
to our patron by the link in the summary. We
really appreciate any and all support. This season, we're bringing
(00:24):
you stories written by one of our favorite up and
coming erotic writers, Bam Bam Jam. We love sharing new
discoveries with you, Foxy Friends, and we know these stories
will leave you wanting more. You can check out more
of her work via the link in the show notes.
(00:44):
Lesbian Pegging. I was seated at the table with my
coffee in hand, well before Clara arrive, as his standard
procedure for us. I don't really mind that she's consistently late.
It is generally within ten minutes, and she is well
worth waiting for. We'd not spoken since her experience at
(01:06):
the Swingers Club, and I was madly wanting to hear
every detail. My swinging experiences to date had shown me
that I needed more of a meaningful connection to be
able to willingly fuck another couple than my fantasies had
me believing, so I wonder how it had been for her.
I also had a few stories to share my alleyway
(01:27):
action and hook up with a fem fatale that was
still dancing through my brain at regular intervals. Clara tumbled
in with a crowd of randoms and broke away when
she saw me in her usual spot, a huge smile
curving across her beautiful face as she strode over hisses
and hugg's complete We started oversharing. It seemed that for
(01:48):
her there had been sufficient attraction to the couple. Her
and Brad had fucked at the swingers club to wipe
away any hesitation, and the entire evening had been mind blowing.
Clara's loved me nasty alleyway tail, but was mostly interested
in getting the full details on my girl to girls situation.
I began exclaiming my colleagues and I read a posh
(02:10):
bar in the city after work, and I went up
to order the next round for everyone. There was a short,
curvy woman standing beside me at the bar, and as
she turned over to look at me, my desire for
her was immediate. We leaned into each other magnetically, as
if it were preordained, and I could smell her skin.
It was cherry blossoming clothes, and I struggled for a
(02:33):
moment to think. The bar tender broke our trance and
we both placed our drink orders. But as I was
relying on my list of cocktails, all I was actually
aware of was the heat of her skin burning me
as our arms touched briefly, and the way her hair
fell towards her mouth, making me want to smooth it away.
(02:54):
As I juggled glasses and payments, she whispered in my
ear bathroom in fifteen and walked away towards a noisy
table at the back of the atrium. I wobbled my
way to my crew, trying not to spill our precious
concoctions as they moved, swerving around other patrons. As they
threatened to get in my way and hijack my mission
(03:17):
delivering my bounty to eager hands, I took a moment
to lean against the back of a chair and catch
my thoughts. I was stupidly overwhelmed by my bar encounter.
The music and chatter swirled around me, and I noted
vaguely how sticky the floor was where I was standing.
I felt like I was in another parallel realm, where
(03:38):
both elation and fear were the primary emotions elicited for
me by that beguiling woman. Someone jostled me and asked
if I was okay. I smiled reassuringly and took a
large mouthful of my drink, surreptitiously looking over in the
direction that my obsession had gone in to see whether
I could catch a glimpse of her. I looked at
(04:00):
my phone, roughly gauging fifteen minutes, and then stood up
with one of my workmates, not comprehending a word that
they had said as I waited for the time to
take past, breaking away mid sentence saying I needed to
use the bathroom. I walked over to the alcove and
then turned right to enter the wash basin area. I
(04:22):
was hot and flustered, and my palms were slippery to touch.
My fingertips clenched as I clenched my fists. My heart
was beating so hard I thought it may give out
and therefore save me the awkwardness of the next steps
of completing this interaction. A group of girls exited together
with laughter and overly loud voices. I was alone and
(04:46):
she wasn't here. I caught my glowing face in the
mirror and decided I should leave before causing myself a
world of embarrassment by waiting for a woman who was
probably just playing with me. But then a stall swung open,
and there she was, holding at her hand, catching my
(05:06):
sweaty fingers with her own, and drawing me into the
small space, closing the door and locking the rest of
civilization out. She pressed me against the wall, with her
body so close that we were breathing the same lust.
She touched my face softly as she stared into my eyes,
as if I were the answer to everything. Nothing existed
(05:28):
apart from her. As she ran her tongue along my
bottom lip. I gave my soul to her, finally moving
my arms to paint brush strokes at her waist, to
tangle fingers in her hair, to creep up and over
her breasts, her neck, her collarbone. She dominantly turned me,
(05:50):
pulling my ass to her and bending me at the waist.
I balanced against the side of the stall, arms supporting
as her hand found its way into my panties and
the lush moisteness that awaited her there. My nipple constricted
as she pulled my bras's side to find my skin,
grinding her hips into me from behind. She seemed to
(06:11):
get off on this control, and it literally made me swoon.
She tapped and tweaked my slick lit while trapping my
nipple between her thumb and fingers, hugging and rolling gently
but conclusively. I found the grinding of her soerrotic. It
was as if she was penetrating me with her energy,
(06:32):
and I opened myself up to her thrusts. All too
soon I was at the doorstep of orgasm. I wanted
to hold out, but I was helpless to stop myself
from collapsing into the pleasure. She had me literally in
the palm of her hand, and the way she manipulated
me was intoxicating. For that moment, I was all hers,
(06:55):
and she knew that beyond doubt. She held me till
I was finished, a wilted, tremulous hot mess, held up
by her arms in the ply with cubicle. As she
withdrew her hand from my pussy, she carefully turned me
back toward her and straightened my underwear, stepping in close
to me again, but this time pulling me into a
(07:18):
hug and whispering good girl as she unlocked the door.
Holy fuck, Clara exclaimed, that is one sexy story. I
can't believe how hot that sounded. Did you follow her
out and get her number? When I finally put myself
together enough to leave the bathroom, she was nowhere to
(07:41):
be seen. Most of the people from her table were
still there, but I couldn't see her at all. The
crazy thing is that I went back to my work
colleagues and sat down to finish the rest of my drink,
and one of the bar staff came over to me
with a note. It was from her, and I knew
that because all it said was you were so tonight,
I want to treat you to something special. Then it
(08:04):
had an ad dress and a time, but nothing else.
No phone number, no name, what, no way. Clara's eyes
lit up, hungry for more info about this intriguing scenario.
When did she summon you? Are you going to go?
I pause, momentarily looking into my now empty coffee glass
(08:25):
before raising my eyes to meet her gaze. I was
with her yesterday, I whispered, turning red as I felt
my face heat up at the thought of what we
had done together and how much I had loved it.
I can tell you about it if you have time.
I had no idea what to wear. So I went
(08:45):
with my red dress and matching lingerie, as it makes
me feel sexy but also like I can keep my
shit together if needed. It was pretty easy to find
the address. I caught a nuber and I'm not gonna lie.
I was nervous as hell when I knocked on the door.
She opened up almost straightway, standing there in bare feet
(09:05):
in a kimono that matched her dress with its loud
red flowers. She smelt amazing. Her smile invited me inside,
as did her outstretched arm. She led me down a
corridor to a large break kitchen and offered me a drink.
It was midday, so I declined, but I could have
easily sculled the bottle. We sat at her marble kitchen
(09:28):
breakfast bench, and she told me that she had some
games she wanted us to play, but needed to make
sure I was okay with that and felt safe with her.
She asked me to tell her my safe word and
to use it if at any time I wanted her
to stop anything that she was doing to me. I
told her rouge was my word, but that so far
(09:49):
I have never needed to use it. She just smiled
at me again and motioned that I should follow. We
went outside and along a landscape pathway to a tiny
cottage at the base of a garden. It was covered
with ivy and an abundance of plant life, and looked
almost magical in its quaintness. Inside, however, was a completely
(10:11):
different situation. It was all one room, with at least
four shiny stripper poles running from floor to ceiling. The
carpet was plush and red and covered with piles of
red splash blankets, pillows, and furs. There was a red
velvet sofa against painted red walls hung with flocked tapestries.
(10:33):
Ropes hung from round hooks, and there were what looked
like red leather benches with thick satin ribbons and cushions.
Everything was decadent in nature, and as the door swung
shut behind us, I felt a hedonistic energy enveloped me.
Taking both of my hands, she led me to one
of the leather benches and sat me down so that
(10:54):
I was straddling it. She laid me back and tied
my arms above my head with thick satin ties wound
around my wrists and tethered to the pole behind me.
She scooped up my legs and hooked her fingers through
the pearl beads and red lace on my gee string,
flipping it down my thighs and dropping it to the floor.
(11:15):
My ankles were wrapped in more satin ties and bound
to the legs of the bench. I lay open at
her mercy, still wearing my bra with my dress pushed
up bearing my naked pussy. Her kimono fell from her shoulders,
revealing nothing but a hip harness strapped around her delicious
bear skin. I watched her walk to a side table
(11:39):
and opened a drawer, from which she took a large dildough,
expertly hooking it into the harness and caressing it with lube.
Every tiny hair on my body prickled to life as
she languidly moved towards me, crouching on the end of
the bench between my spread thighs and lowering her mouth
to my pussy. She tongued me deeply and licked me roughly,
(12:03):
but I was so aroused that it felt too soft,
and I wanted badly to push her face into me
to make her eat me harder. I lifted my hips
as high as I could from with my restraints, but
she drew away, leaving me aching for more. She fingered me,
smearing her spit with my juices and traces of loup,
(12:27):
then crawled forward so that she was planked above me,
slowly lowering her body onto mine and beginning to kiss me.
As she plunged into my mouth and owned my lips,
I could feel the tip of the dildo pushing against
my labia and beginning to enter my vagina. It was
such an intense sensation, being penetrated from such a fettered position.
(12:51):
It felt wrong and strange, but right and kind of
perversing away. I never knew I craved until that moment.
She pumped into me, and I ground back as much
as I could, working my core to its limit. She
pulled the top of my dress open, ravenously, attacking my
breasts while fucking me deeply with long, even strokes. I
(13:17):
raised my head to watch her and frozed ice as
I realized there was a man standing staring at us. Fuck.
I yelled, and he laughed loudly, startling my lover, who
clumsily withdrew and turned to face him. So turns out
that her husband came home early from work. I didn't
stay around to catch any further details, as I figured
(13:39):
he'd seen more than enough for our first meeting. Clara
and I both snorted in convulsive laughter as we endeavored
to bundle up our things to leave the cafe. Thanks
for listening, Foxy friends, don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe,
and continue to come with us
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