Lesbians in pantyhose

Clue's in the title brah.

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NEW RELEASE: Ensign Bethany Comes On Board!

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I remember watching Star Trek as a little girl. I used to fantasize that Deanna Troi and Doctor Crusher would fall in love with each other and become a couple. This was long before I knew that I liked other women, but I couldn’t help myself! And, though I never saw my dream come true, it still seemed like the kind of positive universe where such a tantalizing coupling might take place.

In my new release, Ensign Bethany Come On Board, I present my own take on a Star Trek universe. One where starships are crewed by all-female crews and every problem is just one erotic encounter away from being solved!

I hope you like it… I think it’s out of this world!

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If you’re looking to get your hands on as much Ella Ford as possible, the best thing you could possibly do is check out my Climax collections, Volume 1 and 2.

Each lovingly curated tome contains TWENTY super hot, achingly arousing, perfectly crafted novellas. Girls doing girls in every way you could possibly imagine! Bondage and virgins and aliens and pretty little feet and straight up girl-fucking!

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Me reacting to the new “clean” Tumblr…

(I’m still getting off on Tumblr… am I a criminal now?)

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Hahaha... I know, right?

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Christmas might be over, but there’s still time to treat yourself to a delicious paperback thrill or a naughty e-book! Keep the dark nights and cold weather at bay with some naughty Ella Ford magic this holiday season! https://amzn.to/2Gonzky

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Am I addicted? Of course not, I can give it up any time I want.

I just like it, is all. Nothing more than that.

I love that moment… you know? That moment when she smiles at me and settles down on her stomach, kicking her feet behind her like a cheerleader on a call with the high school quarterback. I love knowing what she wants, what she needs, that unspoken communication that passes between us like a telegraph signal. Our complementary desires, yin and yang, night and day, dark and light.

I adore that moment when I slide her shoes off, knowing that she’s been wearing them all day long. I love the elegance of her style, I love the aesthetics of her footwear. It adds to the feeling that I’m unwrapping a gift. I enjoying taking my time, tackling the tiny buckles at her ankles with trembling fingers. It’s not nervousness that makes me shake though; it’s the excitement of anticipation, knowing what’s coming, knowing what awaits.

I live for that first glimpse of her soles and that precious, electric moment when her toes are finally free, that blissful second where she can bend them back and spread them apart. I love the texture of her nylons, the way they seem so impossibly soft and inviting of touch, a gossamer thin barrier separating me from her but somehow transmitting the glory of her feet in every divine dimension. 

And the smell… oh lord, the smell. An anticipation at first, the first hint of it as I set her shoes down, then the full bodied aroma as I move closer in. I sigh as the memory and the reality of it clash within me. I close my eyes, freeing up room in my sensorium to experience it fully. I lean forward and press my nose between her toes, smothering myself with her, setting her foot at the center of my universe and orbiting around it.

She smells of her, raw and unedited, subtle notes of shoe leather and perfume and sweat. Not gross, by any means, but invigorating, vital, alive. As the first scent of her fills my mind and animates my imagination, it conjures up notions and urges, hungers and needs… the awakening of desire. I picture the things we’ll do together, the things she’ll do to me, the things I’ll do to her. I breathe her again, taking her like a drug. I’m dizzy and light headed. She is intoxication given form, I’d drown in her if I could.  

She moans and squirms, moving her toes against my face, sliding her feet together as she lives out her own particular need. I pull her back, hold her legs still. I’m not done yet. I bury my face in her soles, breathing deeply, overwhelmed, as I always am, by that feeling of total contact, a thousand points of velvet softness on every inch of my skin. My sex aches, demanding and constant, insistent, aflame. 

A sudden dark thought occurs to me and I entertain it for a second. What if I didn’t have this? What if I hadn’t overcome my fears and told her what I wanted to do? What if she’d laughed at me or hated me, instead of nodding and licking her lips? 

But the thought is banished in a single second when she pushes her toes between my lips and the dizzying heights of smell are joined by the impossible delights of taste. I collapse back onto the floor, still holding her feet to my face, unable to let them go, unable to give them up, unwilling to entertain the possibility that this feeling should ever end…

So… Am I addicted? No, of course not, I could give this up any time I wanted. Really. Seriously. Any time. I just don’t want to.

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“Why shouldn’t we?” Ms. Cole said, touching my knee and slowly teasing her fingertips along the line of my thigh. “After all, you’re eighteen now." 

I’d never seen her like this, this older woman, best friend of my mom and a constant presence in our lives since I was five. Her behavior was strange and creepy, the kind of thing that mom had warned us about, though I’d always thought she was talking about men. 

And yet, despite knowing that what she was doing was wrong, I couldn’t escape the fact that her caress felt impossibly soft, impossibly warm or how the look in her eyes made me feel flushed and dizzy.

"I don’t think you should do that,” I breathed, pushing her hand away.  

She licked her lips and frowned, then shuffled in closer to me until her knee was touching my leg, an electric point of contact that made me shudder far more than it should have. “Why not?” she said simply. It wasn’t threatening, I want you to understand that. It wasn’t a demand or an attempt at intimidation. It was, simply, a question.

“Because,” I started, slipping into the autonomic response mechanism that my mom’s warnings had instilled in us. “How To Deal With Breach Of Trust: 101”, a primer for good girls in the event of a pervert incident. The trouble was, all of my mom’s lessons assumed a lack of reciprocal interest and I wasn’t sure this applied here. “Because it’s not right,” I managed to say. “My mom wouldn’t…”

“Forget your mom,” the older woman said, sliding ever so slightly closer to me. She reached out and stroked my arm with the back of her fingers, causing meadows of gooseflesh to bloom wherever she touched me. “What do you want?”

I melted back into the sofa, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. My cheeks were burning, my body felt as thought it was buzzing. There was a constant, demanding ache in the pit of my stomach.

“I don’t know,” I breathed truthfully, reflecting the strange conflict that raged in my mind - the border skirmish between my loyalty to my mom and the surprise incursion of my womanly desires.

Ms. Cole smiled and touched my leg again. “Well, let’s just take it slowly,” she purred. I could feel her breath on my skin, I could feel the heat of her body, radiating over me in waves. “What if I was to do this? How does this feel?” she said quietly, stroking my inner thigh with her finger tips.

I sighed and closed my eyes. “Good, it feels good.”

She moved again and leaned towards me, sweeping my hair off my shoulders. “What about this?” she breathed, then leaned in and kissed my neck, twice in quick succession. Her lips felt warm and wet, burning points of contact that thrilled me beyond measure.

I rested my head back and moaned quietly, as if surrendering to a vampire in one of the childish novels I loved so much. “Good,” I managed to say.

Her hand pushed further up my thigh and I felt my legs part without conscious decision from me. It seemed my mom’s warnings hadn’t counted on the fact of my treacherous body!

“What if I did this?” whispered Ms. Cole, lazily stroking her tongue over my ear lobe.

A supernova of sensation erupted in my mind, fireworks of pleasure. I sighed for the longest time, allowing the twin stimulations of her fingertips and her warm, wet tongue to wash over me. The nagging ache between my legs had become a drumbeat of entitlement, an insane demand for more. Wild urges rippled through me, strange desires that had never occurred to me before, but which seemed like obvious solutions to problems I hadn’t realized existed. Solutions that began and ended with Ms. Cole’s tongue and the painted tips of her fingers.

“Oh gee, Ms. Cole, that feels so good,” I moaned, shivering with pleasure.

She moved her body and leaned her forehead against mine, brushing our noses together softly, tenderly. “So, I ask again,” she sighed, breathless, her hungry eyes narrowed and predatory. “Why shouldn’t we?”

I closed my eyes. I had no answer. Her seduction was complete, her persuasion incontestable. 

“We should,” I breathed.

And so, we did.

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Imagine if you could do anything you wanted, and all you had to do was ask…

Amber’s Free Pass is an experiment for me, an indulgence. Pet asked, one day, if I thought I could write an erotic short that was JUST sex and very little story. Well, here it is! 18,000 words of pure, hot, dripping wet sex! From the first word to the last, just women doing women and loving every minute of it!

Honestly, I came so much writing this, I thought I’d never finish it!

Make sure you’re alone when you read it!

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What could be hotter than waking up on Christmas morning and finding an Ella Ford in your stockings? Nothing, right? Well, now that you can buy selected Ella Ford erotica titles in paperback form, you may just get your wish!

The same red-hot, intensely arousing stories, but now you can hold them in your hand and decorate your bookshelves with the kinkiest of kinky literature! It’s the perfect gift for that special pervert in your life.

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You pity me, don’t you, seeing me like this, with her? Don’t deny it, I can see it in your eyes. You see me as a victim, the unfortunate product of some past trauma or an unscrupulous lover. You want to rescue me, don’t you? You want to burst into my life screaming “sisterhood!” and pull me out of the chasm that I’ve found myself in, the dark pit of my life. You want to show me what you have, what I could have too… A life, a job, children, aspirations, responsibilities, expectation. You want to give that gift to me and free me from the world I live in.

Let me explain something to you, then perhaps you’ll understand.

I’m with you, one hundred percent. I want what you want. I want that freedom for all women. I want equality. I want liberty. I’ll march with you for votes, for fairness, for justice, for the freedom to choose your own destiny, all of it.

But here’s where we differ.

With your freedom, you choose your career, your kids, your family, your responsibilities, and I fully support that. Go sister!

But I choose a different path. I choose to give all of that up in favor of another destiny.

With my self-determination, I choose to reject my self-determination. Does that shock you? I choose to surrender myself to another, to become a possession. I choose to serve, to obey, to be a slave. I want someone to take away the decisions from me, to remove the responsibility. I want to be told where to go, what to do, what to wear, how to speak, how to act. I want the person that I am to be wholly determined by the whims of another, to become like clay. I want pleasure to be a gift from my owner, pain as well, if she so chooses it. I want to be sold and traded, objectified to the point where I am little more than a body, a cunt on legs, three holes and no will.

You’re shocked, I can tell. Well, I haven’t even started yet…

I want to be blank and mindless, aware but out of control. I want all decisions to be taken for me, including what I do with my body, who I am intimate with, who is allowed access to me. I want to give my consent to everything my owner does to me, in advance, without question. I’d even die for her if it came to that.

But it never would, you see? Because I know that my worthless life has value now, it has trust, it has love. I am an object and a toy, but I am a treasured possession too. 

So you want to rescue me? Well, I want to rescue you too. I want you to have what I have. I want you to know a life of perfect obedience, of reward, of punishment. I want you to know what it’s like to be a pet, to have your thoughts and will drain from you with months of glorious conditioning.

Then, perhaps, you’d realize that I don’t need freeing. I’m already free. Are you?

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A protest in (bad) haiku

They hid all the boobs, And silenced the dirty minds. Is this post banned too?

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Fun, while it lasted

Well folks, looks like the jig is up. Tumblr has served notice that we’re no longer welcome here.

I suppose a lot of my stuff might survive the purge, as a lot of my posts and reblogs are fully clothed but perfectly delectable young things. But the spirit of the place will be gone.

I’m not sure what Tumblr expects this place to become, and I’m pretty sure they’ve underestimated how important adult content is to the site, but I understand their hand has been forced.

I’ll keep posting my nonsense till the bitter end… and then? Well, who knows… Facebook is too constricted, Twitter too terse. Where is there for a dirty old bitch like me?

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I collected girls and Lacy was my latest acquisition. She just didn’t realize it yet. “I came like you asked me to,” she said, perching on the side of the bed. “I wore the clothes you sent.” “Do you like them?” I asked. “I suppose,” she said. “They’re not what I would normally wear.” “You look very nice,” I said with a friendly smile, hiding the burning ache between my legs and the dark desires that rippled through my body. “Thank you,” she said, blushing. “But, don’t you think it’s a little… revealing?” “Not at all,” I purred. “A girl like you should always show off your legs, especially your legs in nylons. I’m going to dress you like this a lot from now on.” She blinked and frowned, parsing the words slowly. “What… what do you mean?” “About what?” “You said… you said you were going to dress me… I thought, I thought you just wanted to have sex with me.” “Lacy, honey, I do want to have sex with you and I am going to do that more than you can possibly imagine.” I spoke my words carefully, studying her reaction. This phase of the collection process was the part where it was most likely to go wrong. I didn’t want to overplay my hand. My particular hobby was one that it paid not to attract too much attention to. “But I want you for much more than just sex.” She sighed and chewed on her lower lip, tapping her high heeled shoes together. “Then… what do you want me for?” she asked, almost as if she was afraid to ask. “I want to own you like a doll. I want to possess your body and use it however I want. I want to dress you and pose you, sometimes with other girls.” “Other… girls?” “Yes, the other girls in my collection.” “Collection…” she sighed. It wasn’t a question, more an acceptance. “You will become an obedient mannequin for me. And, if you wanted, we can explore ways of making you more like a mannequin than you can possibly imagine.” “Oh…?” she said, sounding both terrified and intrigued. “Suggestion, trance, some call it hypnosis. I can turn you into a lifeless statue, unable to do anything but obey. You’d be completely mindless, blank, utterly under my control. But you’ll remember the things I do to you, the things I have other girls do to you…” She sighed and closed her eyes. I could tell she was on the verge of panic. This was the point of no return, the point where I could no longer laugh off my shocking suggestion as a joke or a goof. This is where it got deadly serious. “Lacy, I need to hear you say it before I take you down to my collection room. Do you consent to becoming a part of my collection and give yourself to me, body and mind, surrendering all agency to me to do all the things I’ve described and more besides?” She fell silent and gazed at the floor. It was now or never, fifty fifty. “Yes. Yes, I want that.” As if there’d been any doubt!

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She looked like an angel, an avatar of perfect innocence. Every part of her was perfect, unsullied, unspoiled. I felt a tremendous urge to mother her, even though I knew she was a woman grown. I wanted to shield her from the darkness of the world, to protect her, to delight her… But there was another part of me, the dark part, the part that I knew would win out in the end. It always did. It was the part of me that could only corrupt, the part that knew only submission and domination, the part that wanted this delicate flower to do unspeakable things, to me, to herself, to others. The part that wanted to hear her beg for more and beg for mercy in a single breath. It was this part of me that the girl had come looking for, the part that she herself craved. After all, where was the fun in being good?

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Love spanking? Me too!

To celebrate our shared interest, my trilogy of blisteringly hot spanking stories is on sale for only 99c this weekend!

Get it, or you’ll have to be punished! 😈

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Older women with younger girls is kinda my thing 😍

As an older woman with a younger girlfriend, that is perhaps not surprising. I just love the idea of an experienced gal taking a submissive young thing under her wing and teaching her how to properly please her mistress…

My latest release is something of an indulgence then. An innocent girl, fresh out of high school, and the refined, sophisticated woman down the block. It practically writes itself!

Be on the lookout for the scene in the opera - it’s yet another “based on real life events” scene 😈

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She was waiting for me on the stairs in my building, no shoes and black nylons, her face a picture of nervous excitement. “I thought about what you said, what you wanted,” she said as I sorted my mail. “Oh?” I replied, trying to act nonchalant and feeling anything but. “I think… I think I want that too…” she said with a shy smile. I raised an eyebrow. “What would your mom think?” “I’m eighteen, I can do what I want.” “I don’t think you’re ready,” I replied, gazing at her legs, feeling myself buzz with a hungry energy at the sight of her young toes in under thin pantyhose. “I am,” she said, determined, “I really am!” “What about college?” “I’d give it up.” “Your friends?” “I don’t have any friends.” I sighed. “Do you really understand what you’re getting yourself into?” It was my final shot at responsibility before I abandoned myself to desire. “Yes.” “I need to hear you say it.” She took a breath and curled her toes, chewing on her lower lip. “I will be your sex slave. I will be your toy, your possession. You can do what you want with me, whenever you want. My body will be yours, my mind will be yours. I will be blank and obedient at all times. The perfect submissive.” A hot flush rose up my neck and licked at my face, a response to her words, an almost perfect recitation of the sordid offer I’d made her, my neighbor’s daughter, a week ago. “Well, if you’re sure…” I said. She nodded shyly, barely contained excitement lighting her glistening eyes. I took a deep breath and straightened my jacket. “Go to your apartment and pack a bag. Tell your mom you’re heading out of town. Then come up to my place,” I purred, slipping into the role I’ll longed for with such impossible ease. I stopped on the stairs and added a final thought. “Wear those pantyhose,” I said, licking my lips. “Yes… Mistress,” she replied.

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Ella Ford’s Erotica Survey!

Hi all!

After a great 2018, I’m planning out what to spend my time writing about in 2019, and I need your help!

I’d love to know what you want to read more of, what you like and what you don’t like. So I’ve put together this short survey. It’s completely anonymous, and each response is very important to me!

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