I
spent most of today working on a story targeted for Best Lesbian
Erotica 2017. So I thought I’d treat you to a bit of F/F
naughtiness for today’s Sunday Snog.
This
bit is from new edition of Incognito. Yes,
that book does include some lesbian encounters—along
with everything else!
When
you’re done here, hop over to Sunday Snog Central, where Victoria
Blisse will treat you to more sexy kisses.
Oh,
and if you’ve a mind to check out Incognito
for yourself, here are some buy links:
Amazon
US
Amazon
UK
Barnes
& Noble
Totally
Bound
https://www.totallybound.com/incognito
All
Romance
An
All Romance Best Seller!
Miranda’s
blood roared in her ears. Here was the answer to her question. Lucy
was clearly aroused by the sight, the thought, of women having sex
with each other. Almost without thinking, she slid off the sofa and
kneeled on the carpet next to her friend. “You are a nasty little
girl, Lucy,” she murmured, taking Lucy’s head in both hands and
pulling their mouths together into a wet, probing kiss.
She
felt Lucy’s body stiffen briefly, as if in surprise. Then her
friend opened her mouth and welcomed Miranda’s tongue. Miranda
sensed hands, Lucy’s hands, exploring her, tracing the line of her
hips, cupping her breasts, delicately fingering her nipples. So,
Lucy—I was right about you.
Miranda
reached behind Lucy’s neck and unfastened the button that held the
two sides of the halter top together. Still deep in the kiss, she
peeled the velvet dress down Lucy’s form, exposing the blonde’s
firm breasts. Her eyes were closed, but she had seen Lucy unclothed.
She could imagine the peach-smooth skin swelling up, the rose-hued
nipples straining forward, aching for a touch. She caught one of them
between her first and second fingers. It nestled there, in the
sensitive place where the fingers met, driving her crazy. She applied
a bit of pressure and felt the nubbin of flesh swell and harden
further. Lucy gave a low moan.
I’ll
bet she is really wet, thought Miranda. Without releasing the
captured nipple, she slipped her other hand under Lucy’s skirt. She
expected to find damp undergarments. Instead, her fingers touched
slick, hot, hairless flesh.
A
bolt of excitement shot through her. She’s as much a slut as I am.
Without preamble, she sank her middle finger deep into the other
woman’s cunt and swirled it in a circle. Lucy’s muscles clenched
around the intruding finger. Miranda probed deeper, forcing those
muscles to relax. Inside, Lucy was like drenched velvet, smooth as a
dream, hot as molten lava. The sensation almost made Miranda swoon.
Meanwhile, Lucy collapsed backwards onto the pillow. She lay there,
thighs wide, dress crumpled around her waist, eyes shut, hands
frantically kneading her own breasts.
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