Last Resort

By Selbryth Lannigan

Was Keira just being a spoiled brat? How could a beautiful, sexy, ultra-rich 24 year old still walk around with such a dark cloud over her head? The attractive redhead sitting in the other booth might have the answer, but can Keira even ask the question?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Apr 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370746781

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 2018 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2018

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.

Last Resort

Last Resort

Keira was a slender 5'8 in height, 115 pounds perhaps in weight, with shapely 36D breasts. Her dark shoulder-length hair was a sudden contrast to her smooth, milky white complexion, falling over shapely shoulders and daring the eye to wander further, further down to her narrow waist, the soft curves of her 34 hips and then further, to her long, well-made legs.

Striding through the lobby of the private resort in high-heels, a sleeveless form-fitting dress with a plunging neckline and knee-length hem, and long silk gloves rising past her elbows, she was aware of the glances, and steady, blank-faced stares she received, but ignored them.

She was used to the attention she garnered; in her 24 years she had caught the eye of princes and barons and sheiks and had been to more royal functions in Europe and the States, the Far East and Asia, than she cared to recall.

Graceful and elegant in carriage, most considered her beyond their reach, beyond anything other than a nervously formal greeting or a quick tip of the hat. But after she had walked by, their eyes would once more be upon her, drawn by the sensuous sway of her hips, the movement of her soft dark hair floating about her shoulders, the delicate curve of leg and ankle, but also the unreachable remoteness of her beauty.

Many found themselves gaping at her elegance and allure, unaware of their reaction until she had moved from their sight. Then, blinking as those awakening from a dream, many found themselves aroused, secretly laying their newspaper or briefcase across their laps or brushing a hand quickly down the front of their trousers.

She stopped at the front desk and the concierge turned and smiled at her.

'A pleasure to see you again, Mademoiselle Bancroft.' he said, tugging nervously at his cuffs.

'As it is for me, Michael,' Keira said, smiling. She knew the effect she had on the man - on any man - and secretly wished it were not so. She