Burn, Baby: A Sapphic Six Pack by Lisabet Sarai #firefighter #gothic #urban #interracial #LGBTQ

Six-alarm lesbian lust

Blurb

Desire burns hot in these six sizzling tales by Lisabet Sarai. A high-powered executive and a Goth rocker collide on a rainy Manhattan night and succumb to the attraction of opposites. An  unorthodox therapist rekindles the libido of a traumatized fire-fighter.  A nun fights her forbidden lust for the voluptuous hooker resident at her women’s shelter. Burn, Baby includes many of Lisabet’s lesbian favorites as well as a searing, shocking new tale, “Countertransference”.

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Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DMYQCH9

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07DMYQCH9

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Explicit Excerpt

From “Countertransference”

Warmth radiates from her velvety skin, along with a fragrance of roses. I try to minimize my contact with her flesh, but I can’t help my fingers brushing the back of her hand. A bolt of lust sizzles through me. My nipples peak and my cunt liquefies. I gasp, dizzy with sudden need.

“Is something wrong, Elizabeth?”

I’m so preoccupied fighting my urgent, inappropriate arousal that for a second or two I don’t notice her using my given name. “Ah—no, nothing...”

Her fingers tangle in my hair. She pulls me down, till I’m inches from her face. Her breath warms my cheek. “Don’t lie to me,” she murmurs. “You need to be honest with me about what you think and feel.”

Before I can respond, she seals her mouth to mine in a feverish kiss. In those first moments, I struggle to pull away, to put some life-saving distance between us, but she’s far stronger than I’d ever guess. Her elbow hooked around my neck, she pulls me deeper, drinking me in, pouring her self into me. When I surrender and melt—which does not take long—she releases her hold just long enough to unfasten her other wrist. Then she twines both arms around my body, toppling me onto the bed next to her.

“Alisha—no! Stop!”  I might as well try to halt a hurricane.

She burrows into my chest, using her teeth to tear the buttons off my blouse. In seconds, she has freed my bra-covered tits. Clamping one nipple in her hot mouth, she sucks it through the fabric while flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip. My desperate moan earns me a bite that’s anything but gentle. Meanwhile her hands are busy at my waist, unfastening my pants and dragging down the zipper. She thrusts her slender fingers into my crotch, wriggling under the elastic of my panties to brush my soaked pubic curls.  Electricity snaps along my spine.  I arch against her hand, wordlessly begging for penetration.

Instead, she slides her hand out from between my legs. Her laugh is like spring rain. “I want you. And you want me, too.”

“Alisha, I can’t...”

She yanks my bra down to expose my breasts and snags one engorged nub between thumb and forefinger, twisting until my cries drown out my objections.

“You can. You’re head doctor, right? You can do what you want.”

“But the law...the camera...”

“You really think the staff is watching? Believe me, they have better things to do. But if that really bothers you...” Abandoning my needy tits, she hops off the bed, removes the johnny and tosses it toward the corner of the ceiling. The garment catches on the camera, draping over the lens.

Meanwhile I’m stupefied by my first glimpse of her glorious nakedness. She’s a nymph, a  goddess, perfect in every particular. The nipples crowning her modest breasts are chocolate brown. Spun-gold curls hide her sex. My palms ache to trace her sylph-like curves. My fingers itch to probe her secrets.

She sets herself to removing my clothing. I don’t stop her. Each brush of her smooth skin on mine feeds the fire between my legs.

About Lisabet Sarai

LISABET SARAI writes in many genres, but F/F fiction is one of her favorites. Her lesbian erotica credits include contributions to Lambda Award winner Where the Girls Are, Ippie-winning Carnal Machines, Best Lesbian Romance 2012, Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian  Desire,  and Lammy-nominated Coming Together: Girl on Girl. Her story “The Late Show” appears in the recently released Best Lesbian Erotica 2015.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her explicit literary endeavors. She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her writing. For all the dirt on Lisabet, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).