Sapphic Seduction Vol 2

Genre

F/F Erotica Anthology

Blurb

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If you enjoy short, steamy tales of women getting together, then check out this collection from the pen of award-winning author Lucy Felthouse.

From Sapphic fun at the seaside to showing off by the pool, clearing out an old shed to getting the hots for musicians, and even a spot of voyeurism, this book has F/F goodness in spades. There’s something for everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page.

Enjoy fifteen titillating tales, over 50,000 words of lesbian lusciousness.

Please note: The stories in this anthology have been previously published.

Word count: 50,053

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Excerpt

Park Life

As Dee swept the duster over the sill of the open window, music floated in on the gentle summer breeze. Strains of a guitar—maybe two—drums, then, moments later, singing. A female voice. Too distant to make out the words, but Dee thought she recognised the song.

It was then she realised this was no tune being blasted out from someone’s house or car stereo—this was a live band, playing in her local park. She’d forgotten all about the summer fayre, which was amazing really, since absolutely nothing ever happened in her neck of the woods, so the one event that was taking place should, by rights, have stuck in her mind.

The music and singing continued. Dee still couldn’t quite work out what the song was, but it was bright and ballsy and stirring.

That’s it. Bollocks to the cleaning. It can wait.

After abandoning the duster on the windowsill without a second thought, Dee raced into her bedroom. It might only be a little event in her neighbourhood park, but she didn’t want to turn up looking like something the cat dragged in. She might see someone she knew.

Thanks to her short haircut and regular waxing habit, all she had to do was have a quick wash up, brush her teeth, and change her clothes. Maybe stick in a pair of earrings and whack on a bit of lip gloss.

Ten minutes later, Dee emerged onto the street in a pair of shorts, a vest top, her favourite Converse trainers, and her sunglasses. She’d stuck her purse, phone, keys and a bottle of water in a small handbag, which she slung over her shoulder as she headed for the park. Without the blocking effects of the windows and walls of her flat, the music was already louder, and slightly clearer. It danced on the air, taking on a life of its own. A wide grin spread over Dee’s lips and she practically floated along, the combination of the music and the brilliant sunshine lifting her mood to an almost euphoric level.

God, if it’s having this effect on me now, what’s it going to be like when I’m actually at the fayre, with the band right in front of me? I hope I get there before their set finishes. They sound incredible.

She knew next to nothing about the Saturday afternoon event, having taken little notice of the posters she’d seen tacked up on lampposts and in shop windows, and the Facebook event that had repeatedly flashed up in her news feed. None of her local friends had seemed particularly interested, either, hence the whole thing almost passing her by until those notes had drifted in through her open window. She’d find out soon enough what was going on—the park was only a handful of streets away.

When she arrived in the sun-bathed green space, she was stunned to see how many people had turned out for the event. The whole thing was much bigger than she’d anticipated; with rows upon rows of market-style pop-up stalls; vans selling ice creams, hot dogs, burgers, and cold drinks; fairground-style games where you could win anything from a goldfish to an enormous teddy bear, and even a bloke making balloon animals for the kids. Everyone was clad in their summer gear, smiling and enjoying themselves, and the joyous atmosphere served to boost Dee’s mood even further.

The music, of course, was much louder now, and she had no problem at all recognising what was being played. There’d been a brief pause and switch of song as she’d journeyed from home to the park, but the same band that had first caught her attention still played, with their amazing singer belting out a fairly recent chart hit. Dee grinned and began a fast walk to where a marquee had been set up at the far end of the area, eager to clap eyes on the owner of that haunting, melodic voice.