A Photographic Interlude: Five Erotic Tales of Lesbian Passion

10,750 words, print equivalent 43 pages. Five erotic tales of lesbian passion. The title story previously appeared as a Kindle separate and in the Kindle anthology FOREVER ECSTASY. The other stories in this anthology are new.

Warning: Adult language and scenes of explicit sex. Adults only, please! NOT FOR ANYONE OFFENDED BY LESBIAN SEXUALITY IN ALL ITS VARIATIONS.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

PLEASE NOTE: The belief of the Publisher is that human sexual lust in all its forms--heterosexual, gay, lesbian--is a natural consequence of a biological drive constructed by human evolution to protect the survival of the human species. The two most important evolved biological drives are the drive for food and the drive for sexual pleasure. It's a monumental irony that we celebrate one drive with TV food channels, cookbooks, and gourmet restaurants--and at the same time condemn the other drive for no reason that makes any sense. Erotic fiction appeals to different people for different reasons, but in all cases it's probably healthier than stuffing one's gullet with excess food.

AND THIS: Never mind what happens in fiction or fantasy--when it's real with a new partner, make sure it's always safe sex.

FROM THE TEXT:

Cory's body was what Lauren had expected--long and lean, androgynous, hardly any breasts, the curves of muscles in the arms and legs, a totally gorgeous creature. But as always for Lauren, the style of the mind was more important than the style of the body.

On the bed, both naked, Cory kissed and sucked Lauren's breasts, tugged at the nipples with her teeth, fondled Lauren's breasts as if they were precious unique fruits to be tasted and coddled.

Then Cory licked and kissed her way down to Lauren's belly and pubis and the insides of Lauren's thighs.

Lauren groaned as she opened her legs, raised her knees and invited Cory into the temple.

She loved having a mouth on her, loved the feeling of lips and tongue caressing her sex, her labia, her clitoris, another woman making love to her open flower like a bee buzzing around the petals to find the nectar.

At this moment her clitoris was the center of her existence, each tingle an electric rush reverberating in her belly, the tension increasing until she cried out and jerked her legs in the air and gasped in the throes of relief.