Miss America's 7 Evenings of Lust

By Fiona Flander

They called her Miss America because she was an American tourist visiting Korea. On a whimsy Miss America asked a group of beautiful Korean lesbians at a bar who among them would like to go back to her hotel with her. When everyone said, "me", she was startled, but decided to take a different woman for each night of the week. Among these 7 beauties she meets a fem dom, a foot fetishist, a young virgin, a Korean stone butch and others. She picks that night’s lover with a question. The first question is who is the shyest. The questions get racier (at least to Asians) like who isn’t wearing a bra? or who sleeps in the nude? The middle aged tourist was having a great time and wondered if there would be a price to pay at the end of her week’s dalliance. Indeed there was a price. The price exacted for her wantoness turned out to be one she had not expected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Clothespin
• Release date: Oct 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310069208

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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Miss America’s 7 Evenings of Lust

by

Fiona Flander

copyright 2014 Fiona Flander

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This wasn’t my first trip to Korea. Last year I’d been to Seoul. Fascinating city. I loved it. But this time I decided to go to Busan. I’d heard about a lesbian bar there that was truly lesbian. No men were allowed. Even in the States that is rare or maybe even nonexistent. Men occasionally wandered into every lesbian bar I’d ever been in. Besides that, Busan lacked the overflow of tourists who flocked to Seoul. And that made this bar more interesting. Sometimes too many foreigners spoiled or soiled the atmosphere. I didn’t want to be held up to that stained image. So, I went to Busan and a little hole in the wall lesbian hangout.

The First Evening

I liked this bar; and I’d come in about three times before, briefly. The bar maid had been friendly and, perhaps trying to make me feel more comfortable, had introduced me to a few of the regulars, gorgeous Korean lesbians. I was more than pleased. Without a doubt I would return. Again. I did return.

I said my hellos and slipped onto the bar stool. In this place the Korean lesbians tended to like American women--perhaps because Busan was a city off the beaten track where the tourists hadn’t behaved badly. I figured that here my foreignness would work more in my favor than against. Even so I was surprised to discover myself surrounded by these lovely damsels on this night. Things were heating up. Yes, a decidedly hot flame burgeoned between my legs. I began to consider ways to accrue some attention from these curious lovelies. What was there to lose? I could always just be direct. Asians were often more direct than westerners.

Which one of you breathtaking beauties will come home with me tonight? I said with a smile. I’m not used to being so shameless. Perhaps I had had one too many at the bar. Or frankly the prospect of one more night sleeping solitary depressed me. That had been going on far too long. I longed for a woman’s companionship. I wanted to smell her naked skin, plant my lips on hers, listen to her moan and whimper. Just wandering around the town had been tough on me. I’d never feasted my eyes on so many captivating women in one city before. Thus, I had ratcheted up my audacity and had asked the group my daring question. No sooner had I voiced the question than the answer came unanimously from everyone. I felt startled.

Yes, yes. Me. They all said.

Oh my, you all want to come home with me? I asked quite astonished.

Pick me.

Take us all. We love you.

Yes, we can all have fun together.

Well, I’m quite flattered. You hardly know me, I said sheepishly trying to retreat. I was a bit taken back by their sentiment and rather afraid. They may not know me. But I didn’t know them either. I guessed I had just thrown out the question without thinking er by the seat of my pants or in my pants. I didn’t expect an answer really. It was more of a conversation opener, I lied to myself. Now I was in a bit of a pickle. I did, of course, want one of them. Any one of them. They were all so gorgeous. They were all so young. What they could possibly see in a middle aged woman like myself, I couldn’t fathom. I, on the contrary, saw a great deal in them. Their smooth skin and youth enthusiasm alone took my breath away. I supposed they were all at least fifteen years younger than myself. I, however, banked on being more sexually experienced than they were, which would level the playing field a bit. Yes, I wanted to give one of them a good time. Of course, I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings if I chose her friend. Wait a minute. I’m letting my lewd thirst cloud my reason. They really weren’t serious. Were they serious? Did they truly want to come home with me and experience this foreign woman? Time to find out.

"Okay, I tell you what. I will take all of you home or rather back to my hotel