I love the narrator in Lucy’s story Loving The Lady, because (and what’s not to love about that?) she’s a waitress packing heat! Also, Lucy is an erotica powerhouse who simply never lets you down. I think there must be a Lucy Felthouse story in every erotica anthology I’ve read over the past years, and it’s easy to see why. Her writing is very accessible, her dialogue is funny and natural and the sex scenes are always hot.
Toni, the dildo-packing waitress in Loving The Lady, hits on an older female guest attending the party she’s working and well, this is were personal taste comes in (as it always does when picking stories), I do have a very, very soft spot for stories like that. (And you may find some more cougars in Anything She Wants.)
Here’s a snippet (beware, because it’s hot):
Twisting my neck to pull away from the kiss took a great deal of willpower. Clarissa was a wonderful kisser, the sort of woman I could kiss all day and all night. But, sadly, we didn’t have forever to partake in our tryst, and I wanted, at the very least, a taste of her cunt before we had to part.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, and did the very thing I’d been dreaming of—pulled up her dress and yanked down her knickers. The undergarment was very skimpy, particularly for such a mature, classy woman, but I guessed that anything else would have ruined the lines of her dress or given her a visible panty line. She stepped out of them, and I tossed the scrap of lace to one side, then bade her to hold up the dress so I could get to the treasures beneath.
She gasped. “I’ve… I’ve never—”
“Shh,” I replied, placing my hands on her inner thighs. “I know. Don’t worry. Just keep quiet.” I pushed her legs apart, eager to feast on what was between them. As soon as my face was close enough to smell her, my own cunt clenched with need. She was wet, ready, and her musky arousal filled my nostrils, swept across my taste buds, threatening to make me salivate. And I hadn’t even tasted her yet.
I rectified that very quickly. I pushed my thumbs between her lower lips and pulled them apart. They were heavy, slick, and I gazed upon what I had revealed. A beautiful dark pink pussy, shimmering and swollen with need. Even as I looked, a trickle of cream seeped from her entrance and I quickly darted out my tongue and lapped it up.
Then, once I had started, I couldn’t possibly stop. She was delicious, perfect, and I desperately wanted more. I began to lick her with all the enthusiasm I felt, and before long she was trembling and mewling and I had to pause a moment to remind her to be quiet. I smirked as she let go of her dress with one hand and stuffed her fingers between her lips. Her straight white teeth dug into the skin and would muffle any sound she made. I decided to put it to the test.
LUCY FELTHOUSE (lucyfelthouse.co.uk) is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013.
