It’s with great pleasure that I welcome Leigh Ellwood onto my blog page today.  I was thrilled to get my own story ‘Hot Air’ accepted for this anthology Leigh has edited and to be part of this project.  My own story is a lesbian encounter in a hot air balloon set in a country gala in the Edwardian era.  You can find out more about the 1911 Pickering Gala and the remarkable lady parachutist Dolly Shepherd, who inspired my story on other blogs on this site. 

So now it’s over to you Leigh to tell us about the Coming Together ‘Girl on Girl’ anthology.

I’d like to thank Slave Nano for hosting me today, on the release of a new anthology from Coming Together. Girl on Girl is a special project on a number of levels. If you are familiar with the works published through Coming Together, you’ll know that every story benefits a specific charity. All authors, editors, and artists contribute without receiving any compensation. Over the years I have enjoyed reading the anthologies, all of which cover different themes and/or genres. The two At Last volumes, for example, consist of interracial erotica and romance, while Hungry For Love is all about the zombies.

One day while browsing the catalog, I noticed that Coming Together had yet to publish a work solely of lesbian erotica and romance. If you know where to look, you’ll find F/F stories in the various books available, and as a reader who enjoys F/F pairings I wondered if publisher Alessia Brio would be interested in such a project. To my great relief, though an anthology of exclusive pairing goes against the grain, she gave me the greenlight.

I have edited anthologies in the past, but I have to say working on Girl on Girl was the most exciting and fun thing to do as an editor. The enthusiasm of submitting authors proved nothing short of infectious, as many were familiar with the quality of Coming Together books and interested to join the group. A successful call for submissions made it difficult for me to pare down a manageable number of shorts – it actually hurt to send rejections.

The stories you’ll find in Girl on Girl range from heavy sensual – there’s a seductive challenge during a radio contest – to explicitly kinky. There are contemporary, historical, and futuristic settings, play with toys and sex in public – all connected by the theme of women loving women.

Sales of Coming Together: Girl on Girl will benefit the National Center for Lesbian Rights, an organization dedicated to preserving basics rights of LBGT people. They do amazing work; hope you’ll come support this group and enjoy some sexy stories!

Enjoy this preview of my story, “A Taste of Vanilla” from the book!

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Leigh Ellwood

Hailie knew little about the Bijou Theater, other than it rarely offered the studio blockbuster films. People came here for the limited-run indies and documentaries, and Hailie recalled Thea mentioning once that her college rented out the theater for student film festivals. This afternoon, it appeared she and Cecile had the place to themselves for the late morning showing of a French import, Je t’aime, Veronique. She didn’t recognize any of the names on the poster and wondered what to expect, but realized this beat making awkward conversation for the next two hours.

She could do a movie with Cecile. Why not? It made for a decent first date, and if they decided to extend the day they could return to the coffee shop and discuss the adventures of Veronique. She’d also know how her body would react while sitting close to this lovely woman.

Hailie followed her companion up to the balcony seating, where they took the middle seats in the front row. Here they enjoyed ample legroom and an excellent view of the screen, though Hailie wished more people would join them. She began to crave the intimacy, but when Cecile lifted the arm rest between their seats she gasped out loud.

“These seats are so narrow, you think?” Cecile asked with a grimace. “You’d think only supermodels and children go to the movies nowadays.”

“That’s why I like the Coliseum Mall multi-plex. It’s one step away from sitting in a recliner.” Hailie laughed softly, and settled in to watch a slideshow of advertisements flashing on the screen. Cecile folded her arms in her lap, clearly acknowledging Hailie’s reticence and setting a boundary. Her soft smile, visible in the dimming light, told Hailie of some reluctance to maintain distance and invited her to make the first move.

Hailie chose to believe that, anyway. Her heart softened and her pussy gave a squeeze at the thought of a mere half-hug in the front row while the credits rolled.

The Bijou clearly meant business in terms of punctuality—no previews monopolized their time. Following brief studio introductions, Je t’aime, Veronique opened with a panoramic view of Paris that closed in slowly toward the right, no doubt tracking down the film’s subject.

Cecile leaned close. Sweet vanilla and peppermint exploded around Hailie. “Thanks for coming. I’ve wanted to see this and I hate going to movies alone. Nobody I knew wanted to go.”

Hailie’s voice shook. “Don’t mention it.” Especially to my friend Thea.

Peanuts rolled loudly against thin cardboard. “Just tap me if you want some.”


Cecile rattled the box of peanuts, and Hailie chuckled. “Oh, right,” she said.

The camera finally found Veronique after panning down multiple streets in an area revealed in subtitles as Le Marais. Through an open hotel window they watched a slender woman with long blond hair, nude but for a garter belt and black stockings, writhing on a bed. The next scene revealed another woman partaking of the carnal pleasure.

“Oh, my,” whispered Hailie. Next to her, Cecile snickered, and Hailie couldn’t help the upturn of her lip as she considered Cecile’s eagerness to attend the showing. She understood if Cecile held an interest in foreign cinema—and Hailie had gleaned as much in her e-mail exchanges with the woman—but she had to wonder if this wasn’t a calculated move on the other woman’s part, an arranged meeting near this theater to ensure an indirect, seduction by film.

Hailie watched the onscreen couple embrace and kiss, and swallowed back a catch in her throat. She’d seen her share of love scenes in her favorite soaps and movies, but never two women together, and this looked damn near pornographic by comparison. When Veronique—Hailie assumed she was the blond-haired one—sat back on her heels and slid a hand up the other woman’s thigh, Hailie felt the touch in her heart, then down to her pussy. She knew they were actors, but the emotion appeared genuine, and it certainly moved Hailie.

Veronique edged closer to her lover, pushing out her shadowed pussy to connect with the other woman’s thigh. The camera zeroed in just as their mounds pressed together and began a slow grind. Light moaning and breathing accompanied their rhythmic lovemaking, drawing Hailie deeper into this world of grainy black and white sin.

Something pressed against her knee. Hailie looked down at Cecile’s fingers tracing a circle on Hailie’s slacks.