Blurb:
Girls
Rule, Boys Drool
Boyish dyke Toni is working at the local
golf club, serving champagne to arrogant, privileged folk when she spots Clarissa.
She’s one of the posh people, but she looks like she’d rather be somewhere
else—anywhere else. Toni’s immediately smitten and wants to put a smile on the
older woman’s beautiful face, so she decides to show Clarissa just why girls
rule and boys drool.
Making
An Impression
Joely’s holiday has consisted mainly of
chilling out by the hotel pool, having the occasional swim and reading lots.
That is, until a hot brunette arrives and suddenly, Joely has trouble
concentrating on anything else. Her gaydar non-existent, Joely decides on an
unusual course of action to find out whether the newcomer bats for the same
side as her.
Fear
as an Aphrodisiac
Girlfriends Nikki and Sonya are on holiday
in Edinburgh, Scotland’s capital city. They’re having fun sightseeing, until a
super-scary tourist attraction sends Nikki into meltdown. Once outside again,
Nikki slowly starts to feel better—and, much to her surprise, horny. Quickly
realising that the fear has acted as a potent aphrodisiac, she decides to take
advantage of that fact, right there in the middle of the city.
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Finally, Nikki and Sonya found the turning
off Edinburgh’s Royal Mile that they needed. They’d expected a road, but Mary
King’s Close was nothing more than a narrow passageway that looked like it led
to the next street along. Glancing at one another, it seemed both girls
suspected they were in the wrong place—despite the name of the alleyway—but as
they headed along the close, they came across more signage and discovered they
were wrong. The signs proclaimed that they were indeed at The Real Mary King’s
Close, and this time they exchanged a relieved look and moved inside the
tourist attraction.
After paying their money, they were put
into a group that was already waiting, and after a few minutes was called to
attention by a member of staff. The young man, dressed in incredibly
old-fashioned attire welcomed them to the attraction and gave some brief information
about what they should expect from the tour, as well as some health and safety
spiel.
Then they were ushered deeper into the
building and down some stairs. Another peculiarly-dressed actor met them and
gave his talk. The group soon learned that Mary King’s Close had been a town of
sorts, a collection of streets and houses, named after the most prominent
local—Mary King. It had functioned well, this part of Edinburgh—in its day. But
it had also befallen hard times and tragedy, including the Black Death. It was
rumoured that people affected had been bricked into their houses to prevent the
disease spreading further. It had never been confirmed nor denied, but the very
idea sent a shiver down Nikki’s spine.
As they advanced into the underground town—now
covered over by modern Edinburgh—they learned more about the inhabitants, their
lives and, in some cases, their deaths. By the time they were shown the shrine
of a young girl, covered with offerings both old and new, Nikki was clinging
onto Sonya’s arm so hard that the other girl gave her a nudge.
“Oi, you’re hurting me! What’s the matter
with you?”
“Sorry,” Nikki replied. “I’m getting a
little creeped out, that’s all.”
“A little? The way you’re squeezing my arm,
I’m beginning to think you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
“I said I’m sorry. God. Don’t you think
it’s spooky down here?”
A meaningful glance from the tour guide
shut them up. Nikki dropped her hand to Sonya’s and held it. The group
continued through the subterranean labyrinth, listening to more tales of the
past, the things that had happened within the very place they stood, over four
hundred years ago.
Some periods of total darkness with
recounts of history later, and Nikki was a nervous wreck. She’d always had an
overactive imagination, and although she’d never seen a ghost—despite Sonya’s
words—she believed in them and was really succumbing to the eeriness of the
ancient place. She had gotten to the stage where she fully expected to see the
spectre of little Annie—having left the site of her shrine—peering around a
corner, beckoning to her. Or the chilly finger of a plague victim trailing down
the back of her neck. She grew so paralyzed with fear that she fell silent and
didn’t take in a word of the rest of the excursion—simply holding onto Sonya’s
hand as they walked through the rooms and tunnels.
When they eventually emerged into the
outside world once more, Nikki heaved a sigh of relief. “Sonya, darling, take
me for a drink, now. A stiff one. A double vodka and coke sounds perfect right
now. Maybe even a triple.”
“Were you really that scared?” The other
woman looked disbelieving.
“What do you mean, were? I still bloody am.
I’m sure I’d have found it interesting if I wasn’t so busy being terrified. I’m
surprised I didn’t wet myself.”
“Aww, babe.” Sonya pulled the other girl
into her arms. “I didn’t realise you hated it that much. We could have left if
I’d known.”
“No,” Nikki shook her head. “It’s okay, I
didn’t want to ruin it for you. I just got to the stage where I blocked it all
out. But I’d still really like a drink, if you don’t mind.”
Sonya gently pushed Nikki against the wall
of the alleyway and hugged her once more. “Okay, we’ll go for a drink soon. Let
me hold you for a few minutes, first.”
The other girl said nothing, just relaxed
into her lover’s embrace and slowly, very slowly, felt the fear ebbing away.
With not a small amount of horror, she realised that she was turned on. Her
knickers were damp and sticking to her, and the heat emanating from between her
legs was unmistakable. What the actual fuck? She kept quiet, instead nuzzling
into Sonya’s neck and pressing a kiss to the delicate skin there.
“Ooh,” Sonya said, shuddering, “that was
lovely. What was that for?”
“For being nice.” Nikki’s voice was
muffled, and she kissed her girlfriend again.
“Hey,” Sonya said, grabbing Nikki’s hands
and squeezing them, “you’d better stop that, otherwise I’m going to get turned
on. And that’s the last thing you want right now. I’m trying to be
understanding here, sweetheart.”
Nikki came to the conclusion that she
didn’t mind if Sonya got turned on, not at all. In fact, some sexy fun might
just take her mind off the creepy underground place they’d just visited. It was
damn weird that being scared had turned her on, but the more she thought about
it, the more she figured it kinda made sense. Nothing, in her opinion, was
scarier than death, and the French word for orgasm translated to ‘the little
death’—so it was widely accepted that sex and death were connected. Sex was
about life, death was about, well, death. So, in an attempt to stop thinking
about things that confused the hell out of her, she was going to embrace life,
wholeheartedly. And if that meant experiencing the little death, then so be it.
“I don’t mind,” she whispered into Sonya’s
ear.
“What do you mean, sweetie?” Sonya replied,
grabbing her shoulders and moving her back so she could look at her face. “You
don’t mind what?”
“I don’t mind you getting turned on.”
Author
bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She
writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and
has over eighty publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These
include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and
Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has
edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small
publishing house. She owns Erotica For
All, and is book editor for Cliterati.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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