Tropical Interlude

By Selbryth Lannigan

A chance encounter at a luxury island resort results in a torrid affair between two women. Hot tropical nights are turned even hotter as they explore one another's secrets, neither leaving anything to the imagination. Wet, wild and naked, their lust carries them from the bedroom to the out of doors, their inhibitions a faint memory, their only object being the purely sensual release only one woman can give another.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Feb 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370334186

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2016 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2016

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Tropical Interlude

Tropical Interlude

With the shades drawn, the small bedroom was cast in shadows. Cool air flowed in under the blinds, making them bump against the sill, but in this dim light it was still clear to see that there were two lovers on the bed; the bedspread tangled and pushed aside from their urgent movements.

Both were women and presently they were laying in opposite directions on their sides, heads tucked between each other's thighs, using their tongues greedily on one another's pussy. Soft moans and hissing gasps punctuated the relative silence off the room, and though their movements were now subdued and unhurried, just an hour before they had both been filled with a feverish frenzy for each other, their clothes being strewn everywhere in their rush to become naked for each other.

At first their kissing consumed all their thought and passion, their tongues entwining, their lips smearing and pressing and pushing hungrily against each other. And then they each seemed to remember their hands and suddenly breasts were explored, nipples brushed and pinched and tugged upon.

Then, still in this urgency, one had playfully pushed the other on her back and dove between her legs, her tongue seeking, searching - and finding - the other's most sensitive spot.

And then the groans and moans. Such release, such relief. There seemed to be no holding back now, each knowing they were in a secluded place, in a small rented cabana on a deserted stretch of beach. It was the tropics, a resort spot, but one that was exclusive and therefore lightly peopled.

A leg suddenly stood up straight into the still air, foot pointing, toes clenched tightly together. The leg was shapely, the thigh smooth and well-made, the calf contoured down to the slender ankle. The leg shook slightly, tension building, and it was because right there at the base of that beautiful thigh, right where it blended smoothly into groin, there was a blonde head bobbing and nodding and turning.

As she lay there on her belly the youthful face of this one showed concentration, eyes closed, pixie-bob hair already hanging damp across the brow. But as the girl's head moved, so did her glistening wet tongue; moving, moving, lapping between the swollen folds of the other's pussy lips.

There was another anxious gasp in the silence; the stiffly standing leg shivered again, toes now spreading. But still the pink tongue of the blonde worked cleverly on, tickling the tense bulb of the other's clit - up and down and side to side, tongue-tip barely brushing the very end of the organ.

And now the reaching leg relaxed, bent at the knee and lowered, the ball of the foot finally coming to rest on the back of the blonde's smooth shoulders. The other