Lesbian Love Songs 2: Girls Kissing Girls, #6

By Lee Cushing

More stories about women falling in love with women, from a one night stand with a possible hitwoman to a pair of  lovers travelling across America.

 

These sizzlingly hot stories of passionate girl-girl loveare guaranteed to inflame your passion for sapphic lovemaking

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lee Cushing
• Release date: Oct 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223353256

Lee Cushing

Lee Cushing is a paranormal thriller author and a lifelong fan of the occult. Having become obsessed with supernatural folklore and the world of horror from an early age, Lee has spent years studying tales of the occult and immersing himself in stories of otherworldly phenomenon. He’s also the owner of a number of vampire and horror-related groups in Facebook, where fellow fans of the supernatural come together to celebrate and discuss all things paranormal.  His debut novel, Voodoo Mambo, blends high-stakes action and shadowy agencies with a dark underworld of demonic creatures and their insidious plots to attack humanity. Lee draws his inspiration from classic horror movies – including Hammer and Universal – as well as beloved TV shows including Doctor Who, Supernatural, The Avengers, and Buffy The Vampire Slayer. 

Book preview

TIME TO KILL

Cassie had never had a one-night stand. She’d been around, of course, been to the bars and seen the hookups brokered in dark corners of smoky rooms to a soundtrack of bass-thumping dance music so loud the only way to have a conversation was with your lips poised inches from the other girl's ear, but she herself had never partaken for the simple reason that she’d settled into a long-term situation early on. She and her high school sweetheart, Rachel, had come out together and had remained together, settling into a comfortable domesticity that had lasted for about a decade, settling down into a routine that, although perhaps lacking in adventure, made up for it with a feeling of security: a life settled into, with no fear of uncertainty. Rachel built a career in real estate and Cassie worked as a broadcast engineer and between them they managed a house in the suburbs. All had seemed settled but now, in their mid-twenties, they had drifted apart, trying and failing to rekindle what they had felt for each other. Her friends had assured her that this was a common danger; relationships launched during teen years often fell apart by the late-twenties as people changed. You really didn’t know who you were eventually going to be at sixteen. It was natural that sometimes people moved away from each other and relationships dissolved.

Still, it hurt.

So Cassie found herself two months later, heartsick on a Friday night, at the Skylark Club, a local gay bar with a reputation as a prime local cruising scene with a significant proportion of lesbian clientele. Of course, Cassie had been there many times over the years, but with Rachel, in the context of their monogamous relationship. But on this night she walked in knowing that drinks might ease the ache, and also found herself curious about those rendezvous arranged in the dark, the women who came in alone and left together. Cassie thought that she might mediate the pain exploring the body of a stranger, obliviating her heartsickness by surrendering to lust. And maybe, also, she was overdue for a little excitement.

It had been easy to find someone. Cassie was young and fit and had been told she had beautiful eyes. She’d also been called a lipstick lesbian; she’d always presented femme and fit the type well. It wasn’t long before she was locking eyes with a tall dark-haired woman. She seemed mature, perhaps as old as forty, and there was an intensity in her gaze that made Cassie weak at the knees. This woman, who introduced herself as Miranda, was miserly with smiles but looked at Cassie with an aggressive desire that was exactly what the younger woman needed. Soon Miranda was pressing her up against the wall with her body, pushing her hot tongue into Cassie’s mouth, and whispering in her ear. Cassie would have done anything she asked but what Miranda said was simply, Are you ready to get out of here?

Miranda was staying at the Regency hotel, visiting town she said on vaguely alluded-to business. The room was opulent and far outside of Cassie’s price range. She had questions but kept them to herself. This night was not about questions, it was about experiences. About adventure. The two women made love until nearly dawn and for a while Cassie forgot about Rachel, about everything, losing herself to passion and the sensations of pure physicality, waves of pleasure shaking her body like earthquakes.

She awoke with a head still spinning from alcohol to the thrum of a phone vibrating, and automatically reached to the nightstand. By the time she’d discovered that the phone wasn’t hers, she’d already read the string of messages visible on the screen. The first message she saw had been sent from a Robert Margulies the previous afternoon.

Yesterday, 2:30pm

You land yet?

Yesterday, 3:05pm

Just did. I’m in town

Yesterday, 3:09pm

Great. It has to happen before Tuesday.

Yesterday, 3:12pm

Fine. I’ll take him out on Monday night. It’ll look like an accident.

Yesterday, 3:13pm

Jesus. Watch what you say. What if they pull my phone records? I thought you were a professional.

Yesterday, 3:16pm

I am. On a burner. You should be too. 

Yesterday, 3:17pm

Ok. I’ll ditch this phone. We should meet tomorrow.

Yesterday, 3:19pm

We should. I need his schedule and have a few questions. Text me in the morning.

And then the message that had just come through:

Today, 7:15am

Let’s meet at eleven. At the diner on fifth. Across from my firm.

As the implications sunk