The trail opens May 1, 2010. Bookmark this page and come back to enjoy reads on the these trails.
| YA Trail PG Children and Young Adult | Promise Trail PG Inspirational and Christian | Sweet Trail PG – 13 Adult Romance |
| Fiction Trail PG-13 Non romantic fiction | Poetry Trail All rating | Sexy Trail R Adult Romance |
| Adult Trail R to NC-17 Adult Fiction | Erotic Trail NC-17 Erotica and Erotic Romance | Rainbow Trail All Ratings LGBS Romance |
A. J. O’Donovan UK Trailhead
http://ajodonovan.co.uk/?p=450
http://ajodonovan.co.uk/?p=450
Voirey Linger US Trailhead
http://www.voireylinger.com/index.php?p=1_12_Trail-Head
http://www.voireylinger.com/index.php?p=1_12_Trail-Head
Candie is captivated by Sadie who is unabashedly sexual. The way she flirts her way through the interview makes Candie think she's been paid off by her friends for a practical joke. It's not easy making it through tourist season at the night clubs when you're a celibate lesbian looking for tail with chemistry and brains. Candie's had a dry spell a mile long and it's about to rain all over her parade. Sadie won't settle for anything less than Candie on her tongue.
Warnings: This title contains f/f sex, anal play, and voyeurism.
EXCERPT:
Candie's worn out voice rhapsodized onwards as the petite blonde in front of her continued to fiddle with anxiety. Anyone who was nervous about getting a new job fiddled, it was par for the course. But this little darling was engrossed with exploring every crevice in her outfit. Candie's generic speech stopped just so she could watch her explore. Her small hands smoothed over her barely there hips, skimming along her hipbone, then back up her stomach between her breasts, fiddling with a necklace.
Sadie was either the most self aware person Candie had ever met or she was completely oblivious.
The way she touched herself it made Candie wonder if she'd been paid by some of her lesbian friends. A harmless straight girl sent to give the undersexed lesbian a hard time. It wasn't Candie's fault that her idea of a good time didn't involve an air head tourist from one of the local clubs. She preferred something chemical rather than forced by alcohol. Earth shattering over a zero on the Richter scale.
Yep, Sadie must have made some nice cash.
Though, that wouldn't explain all the little squeaks coming out of the trainee's mouth during their introductory interview. Sadie had played coy, flirting and blushing her way through screening. Every word was attached with a stumble, a trace of flesh, or a small companionable smile. The questions really hadn't been that hard. Candie had made sure she only threw her the easy ones for people who watched Animal Planet but had never worked in a zoo. Not everyone was so lucky to have a degree in zoology. Sadie's past work history included stripping and 7Eleven. But sometimes the zoo needed keepers-- and fast. Especially with tourist season lingering with longer hours and more screaming babies. As long as they didn't have a drug history they were on board.
This is why Candie was still talking to this gorgeous little misfit. Sadie was either the world's best actress or Candie really did make her that nervous. Even though the pressure part of the interview was long over she was still twirling long strands of her thick honey hair between her fingers. Candie watched as she put the pieces in her mouth and sucked on them. It had always seemed like a disgusting habit to Candie. Except when Sadie did it her lips pressed into the sultriest pout. The vamp lip gloss she wore shimmered in the light making her lips plump, irresistible. When she tripped her hand reached out to grab Candie's waist with a squeal. She left it there for several seconds longer than it said to in the employee conduct handbook. Candie breathed heavily as Sadie squeezed her heated flesh under several layers of clothing. She could still feel the sizzling tingle of pressure.
Apparently, Sadie had just been warming up.
With a high of a hundred and two in temperature Candie watched as the newbie wrestled with the stifling black coveralls worn by all the employees. Sweat beaded off the tip of Sadie's nose to spot the black cotton sagging across her chest. She didn't have much of a chest to stretch the fabric but Candie would never discriminate. They were a nice change from her own ample chest.
Sadie was pulling frantically on the frayed collar of her uniform. Tiny slips of skin from her revealing tank-top kept entering Candie's line of vision underneath the coverall. She tried to look away but the seamless tan that ran down the line of her body was like a magnet. Sadie's green eyes blinked innocently as she continued tugging and exposing herself. One time she pulled half her tank top back with the uniform revealing for a split second a peek at her puffy, rose colored nipple. It made Candie's throat tight, her own nipples hardening in response.
Candie stomped her boots into the red dust which thrust into the air around them making her cough into her green gloves. It was hardly in her job description to be checking out a possible new recruit for the elephant house. She normally worked in the main office filing papers where they had working AC. She only filled in for Marvin at the elephant house when he called out sick from his drinking binges. Which seemed to be more and more as of late.
As a yearlong celibate lesbian due to rampant heartbreak, Candie shouldn't have been having such a visceral reaction to a woman. She had sworn off women as a matter of principle. Shaving off the access in her life until all that was left was a sheen of pure meaning. At least, that's what the self-help books all told her after she'd gone through a bottle of red wine to submit to them. It was pure uncontrolled lust bending her will. It was all about will power.
Sadie was such a little temptress. Candie couldn't help but notice the rivulets of sweat making their way down under the fabric of Sadie's uniform.
Maybe it was easing its way down between her petite breasts into tiny pools at her belly button. Candie had managed to get a glimpse of what she'd be working with at the office before the woman's lithe hips wiggled up into the full body cover-up. Perhaps the mid-summer morning had wet Sadie's panties, taunt against her cleft. Candie had already seen the straining, orange lace flowered thong against her full ass. Through the white see-through short-short's Sadie had showed up wearing that morning. Not exactly dress code with work attire.

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