An Erotic Story With A Cutting Edge
Coming April 8
An Erotic Story With A Cutting Edge
Lucy, a succubus still coming to terms with her special nature, falls in love with her hairdresser. Elbe isn’t the type of girl she usually falls for, but after seeing her stand up to her bigoted brother, Lucy is impressed by Elbe’s confidence and energy, convinced there’s more to this girl underneath her shy and timid personality.
She offers Elbe her friendship, which quickly turns into scalding passion.
But Elbe’s brother, in his religious zealousness, isn’t so easily deterred…
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I write erotic stories based on my own encounters, spiced up with a dash of fantasy and colored with my own view on sexuality, respect for women and tolerance in an LGBT context. I interact on a daily basis with my audience, and try to leave a positive mark. Feel free to visit my blog and let me know what you think.
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With a considerable delay, at last my next book The Haircut is uploaded to Smashwords and Amazon, and available as pre-release.
If all goes well, my book should be available for full download from April 8, through Smashwords at all major retailers, and Amazon. You can already add it to your library, or send a free sample to your friends.
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teaser:
Not only did she look good enough to eat, she smelled terrific as well; peppermint on her breath and flowery deodorant. Her perky boobs dangled invitingly in the flashy, low-cut halter top, nipples grazing the cotton. A solemn look on her face betrayed her concentration as she stood hunched over me to trim the bangs of my hair with her sharp barber’s scissors. She hadn’t bothered with a bra; my view was unrestricted, straight down her collar, between her delicate B-cup breasts. Her arm and wrist movements lightly shook her torso, which made those delicious scoops of flesh wiggle left and right. She seemed oblivious.
Her brow furrowed as she made sure both sides of my hairdo were more or less symmetrical. She sucked her lip between her teeth, biting down as she wrapped up with a few last snips. When she was this close to me, I was sure she could hear the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings.
Our eyes crossed many times. I was a regular at the trendy hipster barbershop where she worked. It catered to those averse to mainstream fashion, cozily decorated with Sixties and Seventies paraphernalia and handmade Indie products. There was a coffee corner, an old wooden table piled with thumbed assorted magazines, and a mix of Alternative Rock and Avant-garde Metal whispering from vintage speakers, all of it breathing an inviting atmosphere.
As usual, she avoided looking in my eyes for longer than a second. She’d cut my hair a few times before, and she always blushed and averted her gaze when I looked at her too long. No doubt she liked girls; my radar never failed me.
So now too, even though she tried to focus on my hairline, her giddy green eyes constantly darted below it, meeting mine. Her cheeks reddened despite her best efforts to be nonchalant about it all. It probably didn’t help that I kept staring, or that my own cleavage was deep enough for her to fall into.
