It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Enjoying the Bride: A Lesbian Story.
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With two weeks to go before her wedding, Toni feels nothing. No premarital jitters. No bliss. Nothing but exhaustion from planning her upcoming nuptials.
She spends Saturday morning with her face buried in a catalog of wedding gowns, wondering which one will please her parents more. On a waitress’s salary, she’s glad they’re paying for it. But that also means they make the choices. Although in Toni’s life, they always make the choices.
A woman calls, asking what Toni’s wearing. After initially thinking it’s a prank caller, it turns out to be Fiona, the wedding planner, who just happens to date women as often as men. Toni doesn’t take Fiona’s compliments about her body too seriously, while changing in and out of outfits, but the constant attention makes her curious, despite being a virgin when it comes to lesbian fun.
With the wedding fast approaching to a man she’s only mildly attracted to, Fiona could be her last chance at a no-strings-attached fling, if she dares to cross that line.
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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
Enjoying the Bride: A Lesbian Story
With two weeks to go before her wedding, Toni felt nothing. No premarital jitters. No bliss. Nothing but exhaustion from planning her upcoming nuptials. She spent Saturday morning with her face buried in a catalog of wedding gowns, wondering which one would please her parents more. On a waitress’s salary, she was glad they were paying for it. But that also meant they made the choices. Although in Toni’s life, they always made the choices.
The traditional, no-frills, white dress that revealed little skin seemed a likely bet to appeal to Daddy. Anything signaling his daughter’s modesty would have his approval. But her mother would have adored the flamboyant gown that dragged across the floor. Mama always had an odd sense of fashion. But Toni shrugged through picture after picture of the catalog. Nothing thrilled her. Nothing really mattered.
A ringing phone snapped her out of her stupor.
“Yeah?” she answered.
“What are you wearing right now?” a woman asked, her voice bold and breathless.
The perverted nature of her question caught Toni off-guard. Was this an obscene phone call? From a woman? Her first impulse was to hang up in disgust. But curiosity kept her on the line. “Excuse me?”
“This is Fiona, the wedding planner. I was supposed to come over and try out a few dresses on you. Remember?”
Toni laughed at the miscommunication. “Oh, yes.”
“I need to make sure you’re wearing something you can slip in and out of quickly.”
“No problem. I’m wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt.”
“Perfect. I’ll be there in a second.”
After hanging up, Toni let the smile linger on her face for a second before putting the phone down. It had been a while since she had such a good laugh. The two years she’d spent with Samuel grew less and less fun as time dragged on.
Mama had introduced the two of them, convinced that her daughter would fall instantly in love with a well-off attorney with icy blue eyes and a firm, predatory jaw. And she did. Kind of. She spiraled into fantasy after fantasy of what their lives together would be like. But it didn’t take long to figure out that those fantasies were her parents’–not hers.
Toni’s fantasies were a little different.
They involved women. Mostly petite women with fair skin and pale, blue eyes. Something about feisty redheads sparked Toni’s libido. She’d made out with a few girls, but Catholic guilt kept her from pursuing anything beyond that. After confessing her desires to her cousin Cassandra, the burden of shame shrank a little.
“Don’t worry about it,” Cassandra had told her. “We all have crazy fantasies from time to time. Personally, I went through a phase of being into really rough guys. You know, bikers, gangsters. Really violent men.”
“You ever act on those fantasies?” Toni asked.
“You crazy? My parents would kill me. So I just let the fantasies stay that way. After a while, I outgrew that phase, settled down, and married Dennis. And the rest is history.”
Toni managed a weak grin. Marrying a boring optometrist like Dennis wasn’t her idea of a happy ending. But she figured that was what adults did. The only thing missing was the white picket fence.
* * *
When the wedding planner arrived, Toni hid a gasp. Fiona was adorable. Slender, with sharp features and a red pixie cut, her lips spread into a grin when she stepped inside. “Hi there!” Fiona said. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
Toni collected her breath, resisting the urge to say what was really on her mind. Instead, she shook the lady’s petite hand and said, “Nice to finally meet you. You came well recommended by my friends. You must have done them right.”
(end of sample)