New Release!
Lust
in Dalat:
Asian Adventures Book 6
by
Lisabet Sarai
Contemporary
FFT transgender erotica (X rated)
4,200 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN: (Smashwords) 9780463996539
ASIN: B083JB1K6J
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Blurb:
Lust can be a revelation.
The woman in the window seat to my right
had more flesh than I’d usually find attractive, and most of it was on display.
But she wasn’t trying to tease. Every detail—the silver hoops in her earlobes, the
teakwood clasp in her hair, the anklet decorating her high-arched
foot—broadcast confidence and a healthy disdain for anyone else’s opinion. A
woman alone, on a public conveyance, in a foreign country, Helen nevertheless
looked thoroughly at home.
And me? Traveling
outside of the U.S. for the first time in my life, I was nervous,
inexperienced, awkward and excited. Especially excited. With Helen in the next
seat, who wouldn’t be?
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Excerpt:
She
was practically naked.
I
tried not to stare as I clambered barefoot onto the bus that would take us from
the steamy, crowded streets of Saigon
to the Dalat highlands. My sandals stuffed into a plastic bag provided by the
management, I peered at my ticket and tried to locate the corresponding seat.
Well, “seat” wasn’t exactly the appropriate word. Three double-tiered racks of
padded, bed-like recliners ran from the front to the back, one on each side of
the bus and one down the middle, with narrow aisles between them. This was a
“sleeping bus”, designed for the twelve to twenty hour overnight trips common
in Vietnam.
“A
or B?”
“What?”
She was obviously talking to me. I had to look at her.
The
woman in the window seat to my right had more flesh than I’d usually find
attractive, and most of it was on display. Her light, floral-patterned sundress
had spaghetti straps, one of which had slipped down over her smooth shoulder.
Her massive breasts shifted underneath, every time she moved. The short hem
rode up to expose her big but surprisingly firm thighs. She was fair-haired
with a peaches-and-cream complexion—her accent suggested she was a Brit. The dress was thin enough,
though, that I could make out darker patches surrounding her nipples.
“Your seat number.” She gestured at the
ticket dangling from my fingers. Her lush tits swayed. “A is down here; B is on
the upper level.”
“Oh—um—A. 12 A.” Geez. Working on my PhD and
I couldn’t manage a coherent sentence.
“That’s right here, next to me.” She flashed
me an easy smile, pointing to the middle row. “A pity, you won’t have as good a
view. Of course, if you have any tendency toward motion sickness, the middle is
better.”
The other strap flopped down her arm. Idly,
she pushed it back into place. “I’m Helen,” she said, sitting up a bit, so that
her breasts bounced. She offered her hand—short fingernails, clear lacquer, a
silver ring on the thumb.
Her skin was as soft as it looked. “Geri,”
I replied, struggling to ignore the accelerating pulse between my legs.
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