Honestly, I don’t read it much myself, but Rowdy likes (well, owns? I assume likes) She’s on Top, which is an anthology of female-dominant erotica.
You might also want to check out Circlet Press, which publishes fantasy/sci-fi BDSM erotica in just about every gender configuration.
Thanks for the mention!
I pressed my lips against a pussy that had a musky scent of real life to it. Not the antiseptic flavor of an overly douched cunt. Not the floral nonsense you read about in the romance novels. Nobody smells like lavender. Nobody tastes like rose petals. People have real smells and flavors and that’s what makes them sexy.
He circled the bed, never taking his eyes off her, and even blindfolded, she could feel his eyes upon her nakedness, drinking in the curves of her soft, pale skin and the pinkness of her nipples. She blushed, thinking of her legs spread and the agonizing breeze that teased the tender place between her thighs.
Reading has always been the primary way I make sense of the world around me; books are my first stop when I want to learn about a new hobby, culture, person or world. When I read a memoir, the author’s story lives inside me, making me feel I know them better than I do many of my close friends.
She tells him to come for her, she calls him good boy and his brilliant eyes close and his mouth falls open and she thinks, greedy and grateful and proud: mine.