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GIRL FEVER: 69 STORIES OF SUDDEN SEX FOR LESBIANS
includes Delilah’s story “Ignition Switch”
Format: Trade Paperback
On Sale: June 12, 2012
GIRL FEVER is Short fiction at its best from rising erotica star Sacchi Green, whose LESBIAN COWBOYS took the top award at the 2009 Lambda Awards. This big book of lesbian quickies satisfies on every level with stories from top-notch contributors that evoke the heat, the urgency and the “gotta have it” moment of the quickie. There are long-time companions, one night stands, meet-cutes and meet only once stories to fuel your fantasies in this only book of lesbian quickies on the market today.
Sudden sex, when your need is too great wait. Sex in planes, trains and automobiles, and roller coasters, carnival rides, elevators, and ferries as well; and if a bed is handy, that’s fine too. Shanna Germain’s “Answering the Call” shows us games EMTs play in an ambulance, while Victoria Janssen’s “The Airplane Story” crams us into the metal-walled bondage of an airliner restroom. Sommer Marsden makes the very best use of “An Hour,” Allison Wonderland gets it “Off and On” in under ten minutes, and Tigress Healey offers “Six Minutes or It’s Free.” But there’s more to it than speed, and the sixty-nine pieces in Girl Fever by skilled writers Cheyenne Blue, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Delilah Devlin, D.L. King, and scores of others offer characters you’d love to fuck, evocative settings, and well-rounded stories that can intrigue and surprise you along the way to seduction.
Note for Readers: You must be of legal age in your country of origin to read this excerpt.
I have a hyper-sensitive clit. Touch it with a callused finger or the scrape of a nail and I come out of my skin.
Men don’t get it. I can demonstrate how I like it touched, but most think arousal dulls the nerves, because the more aroused they get, the harder they rub and press—like my clit’s a damn ignition switch and all they have to do is push it more insistently to get me revved.
I explained my problem to my best friend, Morgan, one night over drinks. She studied me with her smoky grey eyes. “Do you mind my asking why the hell you go for dick?”
The question shocked me. The answer was on the tip of my tongue, but I held it there. Why indeed? It isn’t as though I truly craved a man.
Her lips curved—just the corners. “I bet if you showed me, I’d get it right.”
The suggestion tantalized. I raised my Bellini and took a quick sip, stalling before I replied. Morgan was attractive. I liked her full curves. I’d had the usual feminine curiosity about what she looked like nude, but never allowed myself to go there.
I swallowed, bubbles tickling the back of my throat then forced a smile. “Are you teasing me?” I asked, surprised by the huskiness of my voice.
Her eyes narrowed, and she sat back in her chair. The glide of a toe up the inside of one calf made my breath catch. “Does it feel like I’m teasing?”