The Lusty Dragon

By Fiona Flander

Janice meets a beautiful Chinese woman, at least 20 years her junior at a 7 Eleven while buying tea. Janice is an expat living in Qingdao, while Erli is a travel agent living in San Francisco, who has come to Qingdao to visit her relatives. Their lust at first sight turns into a flaming hot affair. But Erli has to return to the States. She manages to return to Shanghai, China as a tour guide just to see Janice. Great sex turns to love in Shanghai for Erli and Janice. But Janice's insecurities and her secret problem threaten their new found love. In addition a co-worker of Erli's, Priscilla, a buxom blonde temptress, is bent on destroying their love nest as a demented act of revenge for a wrong done to her years ago by a former lover, a high school cheerleader. This is a rewritten compilation of the Far East Fire series. Since it is an altogether new reworking of the 4 books, it is not presented as a collection but as a new book. Explicit hot lesbian sex throughout and also a tear jerking romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Clothespin
• Release date: Sep 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311483386

Fiona Flander

Fiona Flander has a permanent address in Long Beach, California. But you will usually find her living in an apartment in a city in China. She is a retired librarian just like the character in her Far East Fire series of 4 books and Lusting After the Librarian, a series of 2 books so far. The Lusty Dragon is a rewritten version of the 4 original Far East Fire books in one novella. Fiona has begun a number of other series, one of which is titled Those Parlor Girls, massage parlor stories, i.e. Her Secret Desire and Burning to Touch You. Those Parlor Girls may massage dick for a living but they definitely live and love in bush country. Another series is Lusting After the Librarian which becomes hotter and hotter as the librarian risks all to feel up her lovely student volunteer in the library. The series about Priscilla has some sexy comedy within the stories. Her stories arose from her appearance as a character in The Lusty Dragon. The Bianca stories came about when Fiona decided to expand the Massage Your Nether Lips story. All of the stories have some character development and every character has a distinct personality even thought sex is the driving force in all of the stories. Lots of steamy girl on girl sex without the genre smut all too common. Yes, it’s graphic. Yes, it’s naughty. Yes, swear words are occasionally used and even dirty words but sparingly. The overall effect is beautiful and enriching sex with lots of humor, love and attraction. It is a fictionalized world that is too lovely to exist in reality.

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The Lusty Dragon

by

Fiona Flander

copyright 2014 Fiona Flander

The Table of Contents

Chapter 1 The Chance Encounter

Chapter 2 The Ginger Tea

Chapter 3 Janice’s Flat

Chapter 4 The Sexy Goodbye

Chapter 5 The Skype Call

Chapter 6 Bound for Shanghai

Chapter 7 The Lusty Dragon

Chapter 8 The T and P Look

Chapter 9 The Lala Lounge

Chapter 10 The Confession

Chapter 11 Jade on 36

Chapter 12 The Conversation

Chapter 13 Priscilla

Chapter 14 The Restaurant

Chapter 15 The Seduction

Chapter 16 The Betrayal

Chapter 17 The Nightcap

About the Author

This book contains all four books of the Far East Fire series. However, they are not in their original form but have been rewritten to form a more cohesive whole. The story line is the same and much of the writing is the same. Nonetheless some of the writing has been changed and repetition of information from book to book which served the individual books has been eliminated. As a complete novella, aspects of the story did not need to appear again.

Chapter 1 The Chance Encounter

She isn’t a dream, Janice kept telling herself as her fingers lazily traced the hard nipple of the woman next to her after hours of love making. Not a succubus from my sex starved bedroom sleep. She is real and I am touching her, her beautiful nude body here next to me. I’m not dreaming. My illicit, abnormal, forbidden sex life isn’t over, Janice mused.

I think that nipple likes you very much, Erli said with a sharp intake of breath. You are quite the lover. She reached over to tuck a wisp of hair behind Janice’s ear.

Janice let her hand fall from the nipple as her lover turned to her, presenting her lips for another smoldering kiss.

Not entirely sure how this happened, Janice relived their meeting earlier in the day and how she came to be in China. For it all started with her move to China.

The move from Los Angeles to Qingdao, China took a bit of doing, much thinking out-of-the-box to get half way around the world. However right now with the changes that have occurred in my life moving to China was something that I could do. I’m retired. So, I moved. I came to a place where I have no past. I only have the now and the future if you want to talk in terms of time. I think when someone moves from one place to a new place in a strange city even if that city is in the same country, it can be disorienting. Exciting, new, refreshing but it is still a bit off putting, a bit scary. Creating a new life in the country which excited her the most had not been impossible. Just very different. She had her reasons. Yes, those reasons trumped her trepidation. That’s all there was to it. No one she knew could understood this about her, not even her psychotherapist who knew her better than anyone else ever had.

Her move to China wasn’t supposed to include getting close to someone. That hadn’t been in the plans. She could never have forseen that coming. Fortunately or unfortunately, her age didn’t seem to stall or even give pause to her sexual appetite. On the contrary, as she aged, she appeared crave sex more. An out-of-control libido. She assumed she could handle it, just ignore that deprived side of her. She thought it would be simple, a myriad of distractions in a foreign city. I can just put my body wants out of my mind by will power alone, she thought. Then there was Erli, this angel who must have dropped down from heaven itself.

Who would have predicted that a simple walk from her apartment on Shandong Lu to the local 7 Eleven store would lead to this. She marveled at the woman in bed with her. Janice thought about the many times she had gone to the store which were uneventful. The prices at 7 Eleven weren’t great but it had wifi. So, she figured the extra cost of a few small items was simply the price of wifi. This particular store visit had started out simple enough.She had scanned the shelves for something to buy. The box of Earl Grey Tea she always bought here wasn’t there. Okay, something else then. Hmmm, I wonder what this is? Janice said in a low voice, though not realizing she’d spoken above the level of a murmur.

It’s Ginger Tea, replied a voice in perfect unaccented English behind her. A very lovely voice. The voice of woman. If someone would have asked what Janice missed most from her old life, she would have answered, hearing a woman speak to her. Of course that sounded silly, transactions often involved a woman speaking to her. She really didn’t mean that kind of speaking to her. She meant something else. That other way a woman spoke to her. That was what she was hearing now.

Startled, Janice turned around and nearly dropped the item in her hand. The mystery box, like many items on the shelves here, had only Chinese characters printed in different styles and colors all over the sides, but no English words at all. The woman, the owner of that voice, soft, mellifluous, captivating voice, who had just solved the mystery of the box by identifying it as Ginger Tea, was tall, had long raven black hair that cascaded over her shoulders with only a slight curling at the ends. To say she was beautiful was to understate the facts, better to say she was a knock out. One of those women whose beauty stopped the heart from beating, one who caused that halting of breath which Janice was experiencing at that moment. There was a French phrase that came to Janice’s mind, coup de foudre. She’d forgotten all of her college French but for some reason she’d remembered that phrase. That phrase came easily to her mind right now. She was trying desperately to cover her look of desire, her temptation to move down from the eyes to the woman’s breasts in that manner of looking and undressing at the same time. The first glance, the mere attempt at identifying the speaker had seen more than the eyes, the face. That initial sight had been enough and she’d managed to snap her eyes back to the eyes, her speaker’s eyes, much safer. Just keep them in place. Just focus on the head because the desire to see more is not necessary and showing such interest would be, well, inappropriate. But, god, she wanted to lower her eyes. In the ensuing silence, Janice fumbled for something to say. God, you’re beautiful, was not what she wanted to come out of her mouth. What did come out came out almost in a staccato stream of words.

Ah, oh, I hadn’t realized I’d spoken aloud, she said, slowly gaining some kind of composure, while trying to squash the rising sexual interest she was feeling. She continued. I so seldom find English speakers here.

The Chinese beauty smiled. That smile nearly made Janice faint. She could feel herself tremble slightly, trying to keep that spark of electricity in check. No, Janice thought, not that. The throbbing in her pussy had already begun.

Actually, I was born in the States but I come here often to visit my relatives. I’m Erli, saying that the woman offered her hand, an American gesture of politeness.

Oh, god, thought Janice, If I touch her hand, I will definitely melt. Yet she couldn’t not shake the woman’s hand and she’d better not hesitate too long either. So, Janice managed to take the proffered hand in hers, and tried to keep her eyes open, as the filaments of hot desire flooded her senses. Try for a firm shake, she told herself. In the past someone had told Janice that her handshake was like taking a cold fish in hand. A firm handshake displayed confidence, she’d been told. Janice hoped her concentration on the handshake might temper her skidding out of control body. Then she found that she didn’t want to release the hand. She wanted to bring the hand up to her lips, suck the fingers. She shivered again. What am I thinking, Janice rebuked herself, as she tried to get a grip on her emotions. She released the hand as politeness dictated. Then she reminded herself that she should reply to Erli with her name. Just what was her name...geez.

Janice.

The woman’s dark brown or were they black eyes were mesmerizing. She should know the color. She was staring into them, but she wasn’t seeing clearly, desire was clouding her vision. The woman’s smile utterly undid Janice. Did this woman notice her affect on her? There appeared to be a twinkle in her eye. Brother,