Hard Road, Easy Riding: Lesbian Biker Erotica

Take a ride—on the wild side!

Hard Road, Easy Riding: The sex is intense, joyful, liberating. The writing is hot, edgy, and uninhibited. The stories, while wildly different, are all sex-positive, adventurous, and sensual. There are many anthologies of lesbian erotica available, and editors Sacchi Green and Rakelle Valencia have been published in quite a few of them, but none so far have focused on the interaction between lesbian sex and the lifestyles of lesbian bikers.

Well, why the hell not? What's sexier than a hot woman, clad in form-fitting leather, fiercely in control of the Iron Horse between her legs? The contributors to Hard Road, Easy Riding have transcended the experience of power between their thighs that responds to the caress of their fingers.

On the road, brief encounters come with the territory. In Rakelle Valencia's "Bikeless and Bored on Snow Days" a rock musician plays a few bars with a would-be groupie, while Judy Snow's "Motorcycle Week Virgin" gets the most out of a day at a biker rally. An EnduroCross competitor in Muffin McGill's "The New Sport" takes a quick dip with (and in) a casual acquaintance, and war is the force that throws two women together and tears them apart in Connie Wilkins' "Riding the Tiger."

Bike-riding dykes span a broad spectrum of roles and images as well. Alison Laleche's "Sweet Thing" (excerpt below) is a seductive minx. The boss's wife rides Val Murphy's mechanic in "Hot Rides." The leather biker in Jess Davis's "Shifting" meets a determined Catholic schoolgirl just old enough to be legal. And Jake Rich's "Speed Junkie Johnny" is a blue-collar butch getting by on hard work and memories of a tough but loving "Daddy."

"Stakes?"

My gaze lifted to Tilly's, then slid sideways to the leggy blonde in the shiny black leathers.

"How about my girl for yours?"

Tilly gave a high squawk of fury, which I ignored; there was no need for her to worry. I had no intention of losing my little princess in boots to this butch piece of flesh. After we'd concluded our business here, I was planning to ride out into the scrublands and find out exactly how good her pussy tasted.

—from "Sweet Thing" by Alison Laleche

My leathers clung in hollow promise as I threw darts, tossed back a couple of tequila shots, and contemplated taking the long way home up Roller Coaster Road to get the edge off. One benefit of riding a '79 low-rider with metal-to-metal motor mounts that'll rattle the fillings out of your teeth is the guarantee of getting off on a downhill inside curve. That's when the tach tells you just about how many RPMs are hitting your clit in all the right places, and you don't have to tell anyone not to stop.

—from "Ride the Wave" by Mallory Lapin

She lifts herself slightly off of the tank, glancing downward to see the black silhouette of the girl's arm against the lime-green metal. Wind buffets the top of her helmet, but she can hardly feel the bike under her anymore. The road is smooth. The girl's hands tug at the snaps of her pants, yank at the zipper. The engine is not a growl but a high-decibel purr, humming above and below the range of human hearing as its RPMs rise toward the red line. The girl's hand slips into her pants, shocking cold against her hot belly.

—from "The Bridge" by Nipper Godwin

The words speak for themselves. And if you're a fan of rough'n'tumble biker babes who are born to live at the intersection of Horsepower and Lust, Hard Road, Easy Riding is for you. And if you are one of those fierce women, this collection might just be the ride of your life!