The Haircut

By Lusty Soul

An Erotic Story With A Cutting Edge
Lucy, a succubus still coming to terms with her special nature, falls in love with her hairdresser. Elbe isn't the type of girl she usually falls for, but after seeing her stand up to her bigoted brother, Lucy is impressed by Elbe's confidence and energy, convinced there's more to this girl underneath her shy and timid personality.
She offers Elbe her friendship, which quickly turns into scalding passion.
But Elbe's brother, in his religious zealousness, isn't so easily deterred...

The first reviews:

"The opening of The Haircut suggests a sweet romance between a sexy client, Lucy, and shy hairdresser, Elbe. But nothing is as it first seems... Lucy and Elbe embark on more than a romance; they go on a journey of self-discovery which leads to a connection far stronger than either thought possible. And there are obstacles in their way, twists in the tale – a jealous, prejudiced, brother with a nasty temper, a shocking secret... This short novelette is a real page-turner with clever, imaginative writing and scorching sex scenes brought vividly to life. It’s also a heart-warming story of acceptance and the importance of being true to yourself. A thoroughly enjoyable story, highly recommended."

“This is a great story. Lucy the narrator simmers with yearning and desire for Elbe, her shy but alluring hairdresser. The atmosphere is thick with erotic tension. The sex scenes are highly charged. But there's a lot more to the story than that. It's also about the victory of love over prejudice. I don't want to say too much as there's a twist that will stun you. Do read The Haircut. It will arouse you, make you think and leave you hoping the author will write a lot more about these characters.”

“"The Haircut" is a hot tale about Lucy - the protagonist and first-person narrator - and Elbe, her newest love interest and also the stylist who is giving a haircut to Lucy as the story opens. It takes place during a very steamy couple of nights, that being both the weather and the interaction between Lucy and Elbe. They are quite a wonderful pair, dichotomous yet complementary in their appearance and demeanor. I found the writing of this piece to be top notch, nicely paced, and very arousing. Lucy's voice as the narrator was wonderfully effective. Lusty Soul does a great job of delivering exciting erotica without steering into porn. There is some good tension and conflict built into the story with a family member of Elbe who is not so happy with her gender identification choices, and the end was anything but predictable. I also found some of the prose about gender choices very intriguing and thought-provoking. Overall, I would highly recommend this sensuous, sexy story. But be warned, you may have to put it down a couple of times to relieve the tension. “

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Lusty Soul
• Release date: Apr 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310699849

Lusty Soul

Lusty Soul, or Lucy, is a simple Flemish girl with eclectic interests. She started writing erotica to vent her mind, and to improve her command of the English language. In her free time she's an avid reader of horror and speculative fiction of such grand masters as Stephen King and Dan Simmons. Her musical tastes range from A to Z and everything in between. She's very active on social media and fights a continuous battle to conquer her legendary procrastination. If she ever publishes another story, that dragon will have been slain...temporarily...http://www.lustysoulbooks.com

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Lusty Soul

The Haircut

An erotic story with a cutting edge

Published by Lusty Soul at Smashwords

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This book is dedicated to the victims of the March 22 Brussels attacks

Table of Contents

Main story

Acknowledgments

About the author

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Not only did she look good enough to eat, but she also smelled terrific—peppermint on her breath and flowery deodorant. Her delicate boobs dangled invitingly in the flashy, low-cut halter top, nipples grazing the cotton. A solemn look on her face betrayed her concentration as she stood hunched over me to trim my bangs with her sharp barber’s scissors. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, so my view was unobstructed, straight down the neck of her top, between her delectable B-cup breasts. Her arm and wrist movements lightly shook her torso, which made those mouthwatering scoops of flesh wiggle left and right. She seemed oblivious.

Her brow furrowed as she made sure both sides of my hairdo were more or less symmetrical. She sucked her lip between her teeth, biting down as she wrapped up with a few last snips. When she was this close to me, I was sure she could hear the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings.

Our paths had crossed a few times before. I was a regular at the trendy hipster hair salon where she worked. It catered to those averse to mainstream fashion, cozily decorated with sixties and seventies paraphernalia and handmade indie products. There was a coffee corner, an old wooden table piled with thumbed assorted magazines, and a mix of alternative rock and avant-garde metal whispering from vintage speakers, all of it breathing an inviting atmosphere.

As usual, she avoided looking in my eyes for longer than a second. She’d cut my hair a few times before, and she always blushed and averted her gaze when I looked at her too long. No doubt she liked girls; my radar never failed me.

So now too, even though she tried to focus on my hairline, her giddy green eyes constantly darted below it, meeting mine. Her cheeks reddened despite her best efforts to be nonchalant about it all. It probably didn’t help that I kept staring, or that my own cleavage was deep enough for her to fall into.

Not that it matters to this story, but I am a succubus.

Oh, don’t bother looking that up, you’ll only find myths and fables in books. I have no fangs or horns, no leathery wings, and I don’t visit people in their sleep to have sex with them. I make sure they’re wide awake.

All kidding aside, I do need sex to survive. And I don’t mean that in a metaphorical sense.