A Woman's Touch: A collection of five erotic stories

A Woman's Touch: A collection of five erotic stories

by Kathleen Tudor
     
 

An Xcite Books collection of five lesbian erotic stories with mixed themes including f/f, contemporary, menage, historical, BDSM and female submission.

A Woman’s Touch by Kathleen Tudor

Cassie’s marriage is safe but predictable, and she knows there’s a world of excitement she is missing out on. Taking the plunge, she

Overview

An Xcite Books collection of five lesbian erotic stories with mixed themes including f/f, contemporary, menage, historical, BDSM and female submission.

A Woman’s Touch by Kathleen Tudor

Cassie’s marriage is safe but predictable, and she knows there’s a world of excitement she is missing out on. Taking the plunge, she meets up with the experienced Sam, who is only too willing to show her the pleasure of a woman’s touch.

The Lock-in by Alice Candy

When Roxy and JJ go for a quiet weekend to the Highlands of Scotland they expect to escape their hectic London lives and have a few days of peace and quiet to get to know each other better. Popping into a country pub for a drink, they encounter a sexy young barmaid who is determined to show them a good time and invites them to stay for their own private lock-in. Roxy thinks she’s seen it all before and has agreed to a weekend in the sticks to relax but the couple soon find that maybe these Highlands are more exciting than they thought and a lock-in in this particular hostelry is not what they had imagined …

Overtime by Harper Bliss

For Laura, working at a major law firm means most of her nights are spent working overtime on one of her many cases, all in an effort to please her ruthless boss Cathy Turner. When she gets called into Cathy’s office late one night, the verbal chastising she was expecting turns out to be a much more physical experience than she could ever have imagined, giving a whole new meaning to getting “hands-on experience”. Overtime has never been so hot …

Lam-dancing by Lynn Lake

Sally just lost her girlfriend and is about to lose her apartment, maybe her job down at the dime-a-dance hall, too. It was the Great Depression, and times were tougher than a five-cent steak for a girl all by herself in the big city. Until someone grabbed onto her waist and hand at the dance palace who was in even a tighter spot than Sally was, set things in motion. And suddenly, just like that, happy days were here again!

Cherry Red by Jayne Wheatley

Air stewardess Anna thinks it will be just another day in the sky as her early morning flight takes off. Beguiling passenger Lottie captures her attention very quickly, and it isn’t long before she is flustered. Lottie becomes very afraid of the turbulence and hides in the toilet. Anna, the dutiful stewardess, consoles her, and soon the situation turns very heated. But as Anna becomes ever more submissive to the wishes of her passenger, it turns out this is no ordinary flight, after all…

These stories have also been published in Lipstick Lovers.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781909335479
Publisher:
Xcite Books
Publication date:
01/17/2013
Series:
Lipstick Lovers , #1
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
48
Sales rank:
492,268
File size:
205 KB

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Read an Excerpt

‘Cassie?’ she asked me.

‘Hello, Sam.’ I nearly choked. She smiled and touched my arm gently, understanding.

‘Would you like a beer?’

I nodded and sat back in my seat to practise breathing before she returned. I had just started getting the hang of it again when she walked up with two tall glasses in her hand. I took mine and downed two huge gulps without tasting a drop. I hadn’t meant to do that.

‘Are you having second thoughts?’ She asked it with compassion, no clear sound of regret in her voice. I knew that all I had to say was I had changed my mind, and she would get up and leave, disappearing from my life for ever.

‘And third, and fourth,’ I answered. ‘But I’m still here.’ I smiled, feeling a little dizzy from the beer. I hadn’t eaten.

‘We don’t have to do anything if you’re not OK with it. We can just talk, right here, nice and safe.’ She hadn’t touched her beer. Since that first mad gulp, neither had I.

‘I don’t want to talk; I want you.’ The blood all rushed out of my head, and then back up again, leaving me dizzy and blushing. I’d said it. She leant forward and touched my hand. This was the touch I was prepared to throw everything away for. A woman’s touch. ‘I’m ready.’

‘Come on then,’ she said, offering me her hand. I took it, marvelling at the softness as we abandoned our sweating beers on the small table.

‘Your hands seem so small,’ I said.

Sam smiled at me as she held the bar door open. ‘No smaller than yours.’

I looked down and studied our hands, woven together like the reeds of a basket, intricate and beautiful. ‘I guess you’re right. May I touch your hair?’

‘Of course.’ Sam stopped right there on the sidewalk and bent her head toward me. I reached up with my free hand, unwilling to relinquish her soft grip, and ran my fingers through her spikes.

‘Funny,’ I said, ‘they don’t feel spiky.’

Sam laughed. ‘I use mousse instead of gel.’

‘I like it.’ Stirring her hair had brushed the scent of it toward me, and I inhaled deeply. It was the scent of a woman, and tonight she would be my woman. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever known.

This time I was the one pulling her along toward her car. She opened the passenger door for me with a chivalry that was softened by her knowing wink, and smiled at me as she pushed it shut. I closed my eyes in the sweet solitude of her car and breathed her in. The car smelled like her hair, and like lavender.

She got in a couple of seconds later, and I felt surrounded by her as we drove to her apartment. ‘It’s still not too late to change your mind. I can drive you home.’

‘I want to go home with you,’ I said firmly, and for the first time tonight I was completely, absolutely sure. ‘I’ve been with my husband for 12 years, and I could never stand to have sex with him. I did my wifely duty, but now I need to know. I need to know what I’ve been robbing myself of for all this time.’

‘I know,’ she said, and her voice held all the same sadness and pain I knew was in mine. ‘I won’t ask again.’

‘You were the same way, weren’t you?’ It was hardly a question. Her knuckles were tight on the steering wheel.

Sam sighed. ‘I was married a decade. No kids, thank goodness. One day I got drunk in a bar and kissed a woman, and it was – magic. I never really knew what true arousal felt like before that.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Life has gotten better since then. Let me show you what it can be like,’ Sam said

Meet the Author

Lynn Lake’s fantasies could fill a book – and have (or, at least, parts of many, many books). Her imagination substitutes for a somewhat dreary existence in the middle of nowhere home to a particularly harsh climate. She’s a frustrated crime writer (few markets) and an unfulfilled SF author (no science background). Her erotic experiences, frankly, look better on paper, where she need not discriminate based on couplings, positionings, flogging devices, and/or binding materials. Rich, thick, wet ink spilling out of the golden nib of a finely-crafted fountain pen onto bright, white, textured paper is a form of ecstasy to her, free of STD’s.

She has a cat and an insatiable craving to express herself. 

Inspiration comes from everywhere, everything, and everybody she meets or sees or visualizes, but mostly from her mind (very often early in the morning when she first wakes up). She doesn’t wait for the wet muse to tingle her in the appropriate places, however; oftentimes she just sits and stares at a blank piece of paper (Hilroy, lined, in a wire-bound notebook) until an idea strikes her and she pen-strokes it, first into a brief outline, and then into a full story (which usually goes through a, minimum, three-draft process). She’s fairly well-read and quite good at mimicking other styles, which helps in the whole process, as does her natural shyness.


Jayne graduated from Southampton Solent University in 2010 with a BA (Hons) in Writing Contemporary Fiction. Before this her main focus was on writing poetry (some of this was published with Forward Press in certain anthologies). University taught her much about different genres and styles, but writing erotica struck a particular chord. Today she writes mostly short stories, as well as full length novels and poetry.
She is currently exploring ‘custom written’ stories and have often writes for friends as gifts. In her day job she works at an outside interest store, and she loves spending her spare time hiking and hillwalking. Other interests besides erotica include live music, arts and crafts, and keeping fit.   

Jayne is from Portsmouth, but takes a lot of her inspiration from London and especially Cornwall, where she hopes to live someday

Find Jayne at:
Her blog: www.jazzyjwritersblock.wordpress.com 

Her Twitter: https://twitter.com/starshine1988

Her Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jaz.wheatley

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