Julie flies home seated next to a baby dyke named Sam, who has no qualms about reading an erotic lesbian romance over a stranger’s shoulder. When Sam offers to buy the book, things begin to soar, and Julie devises a dare as a trade for the book. Will Sam have the nerve to go through with it? |
As passengers continued to board, I opened my book to where I’d left off. Despite her corny pseudonym, Palmer Clitsky’s latest erotic romance sent me into acute sexual alert. Every agonizing passage put my sex in a vice until the stunning conclusion when I landed on the brink of spontaneously climaxing.
I squirmed in my seat and reached for water. A swig of the cool liquid wet my parched throat, but didn’t quench my thirst. I had to look up or risk exploding in public. A real cutie with a bold, blonde EMO cut captured my attention. Her angular features, which reminded me of anime, were partially hidden by a shock of long, layered bangs. I got lost in appreciating the contrast between her rough demeanor and her smooth creamy vanilla complexion. As she got closer, her fresh-scrubbed, Ivory-girl look intrigued me further. But not as much as her low-cut, baggy cargo pants, which allowed a nice view of her tummy ring. Above it, an open button-down shirt hung loosely over a tight white tank top. When she moved, I could just make out her nips under the thin material. Oh yeah, I was in lust. |
