Lust can be a revelation.
Blurb
The woman in the window seat to my right
had more flesh than I’d usually find attractive, and most of it was on display.
But she wasn’t trying to tease. Every detail—the silver hoops in her earlobes, the
teakwood clasp in her hair, the anklet decorating her high-arched
foot—broadcast confidence and a healthy disdain for anyone else’s opinion. A
woman alone, on a public conveyance, in a foreign country, Helen nevertheless
looked thoroughly at home.
And
me? Traveling outside of the U.S. for the first time in my life, I was nervous,
inexperienced, awkward and excited. Especially excited. With Helen in the next
seat, who wouldn’t be?
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X-Rated Excerpt
Some slight sound echoed in the bare room
behind me. I turned to find Vinh and Helen in a passionate embrace. Their
mouths locked together in a hungry kiss, they fumbled with each other’s
clothing. Helen pushed Vinh’s jeans down to reveal her partner’s firm, round
ass and narrow hips. Vinh crumpled Helen’s dress up around her waist.
A bolt of heat shot through me as I saw
that I’d been right. Aside from a luxuriant nest of blond curls, Helen’s pussy
was bare.
Vinh groaned and broke the kiss long enough
to pull Helen’s dress over her head and toss it into a corner. With unexpected
force, the slight Vietnamese toppled Helen backward, onto the mattress, then
knelt, pushed the English woman’s thighs apart, and dove into her sex.
My own pussy clenched and my clit throbbed
as I watched Vinh make a meal of Helen’s bountiful body. Vinh’s elevated
buttocks shone like twin moons. Helen reached up to grab that pale flesh,
holding tight as she writhed with pleasure from the oral assault.
The pair totally ignored me. That only made
the scene more arousing. I whipped my shirt over my head, stepped out of my
shorts, and sank four fingers into my own cunt. With my thumb, I rubbed at my
needy clit. Meanwhile, I pinched my engorged nipples, imagining I was doing the
same to Helen.
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter. Sign up for her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh
Dear Kryssie - thank you once again for your support and friendship!
ReplyDeleteI hope your readers enjoy my snippet.
xxoo,
Lisabet