lesbian erotic romance
Kaydee & the Tramp.
“Melanie, please. Please help me. I don’t know how to dance, and
I don’t know how to dress up like a--a ‘hot chick’.”
Hearing that heart-wrenching plea from anyone else would normally
have hetero-fem Melanie Kirtright rolling her eyes. But Leslee Franks isn’t just
anyone. She’s Melanie’s lesbian boss. So Melanie does a U-turn figuring, why not
help her? It might be fun to transform the gender-neutral Leslee into a lipstick
lesbian for a pub contest, while earning herself a few points at work.
But Melanie’s detour takes her off on an entirely different path
of discovery. While giving Leslee a makeover into a seductive fem, Melanie
undergoes some transformations of her own. Plunged into a level of fiery, kinky,
panty-melting passion she didn’t even know existed, Melanie tries not to fall
prey to Leslee’s irresistible charms.
Tries, but fails.
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Rein it in,
Leslee. You’re her supervisor at the hotel, and besides, she’s not into women.
I cleared my
throat, which had gone tight with emotions I didn’t recognize. “Sorry. These
stupid shoes aren’t exactly what I’m used to.”
“It’s okay. Let’s
just get this done.” She stroked my hair and tucked it behind my ear, her gaze
following her movements with a strange look of fascination. “You have such
potential, really, you do. Would you mind if I indulged in a quick but drastic
makeover for you? Just for the contest?”
reluctance, I untangled myself from her embrace and wobbled my way to my desk. I
perched myself on the edge and held on for dear life. “Sure. Drastic. Have at
it. Turn me into a fucking hetero clown.”
was a tinkle of delight edged with her usual sex appeal that had always had me
panting like a mesmerized dope. She dug in the box I’d indicated and drew out a
long, black wig and a makeup container I’d paid little attention to in the past
when the girls and patrons would come in here for theme-party costumes. Melanie
set the wig aside, then flipped the box lid open and set it on the desk at my
hip. I got a glimpse of eyeliner pencils, an array of glittery eye shadow and
rouge powders, fake lashes, brushes and a rainbow selection of lipsticks.
“You’re not going
to be a clown, silly. I’m going to turn you into the hottest chick this side of
the Ohio River. You’ll have every lesbian out there drooling over you.” She
flipped open a tube of tan liquid stuff and started spreading it over my
forehead, nose and cheeks. Her fingers were tender pads of pressure and wispy
circular motions over my skin, which came to life at her every touch. The hair
on my head stood on end and my eyelids grew heavy as she worked on me.
I tried to ignore
how she stood to my right with one leg between mine, practically straddling my
right thigh to get in close to her subject. She hummed as she went to work, her
eyes sparkling as she studied me and painted my face as if she were touching a
brush to canvas.
Yes, in a matter
of twenty minutes or so, I’d become her art project, and though I usually got
off on taking charge in a relationship, there was something about her manner
with me that made some odd sense of surrender creep up from my soul.
leaned away and studied her work. “You look... Wow, you look just gorgeous.”
I snorted and
rolled my eyes. My face did indeed feel as if it had been caked like a clown’s.
“No, really.” She
reached for a twirl-up tube of lipstick in cherry red and drew it around my
lips. Next she smoothed my hair back and positioned the wig on my head. The
itchy heaviness of it suffocated my scalp.
“Wow.” She gave me
a once-over from wig to lips to breasts and back again. It seemed a hot laser
gun had zapped me all over, and my nipples tented out under the silky fabric of
my dress yet again. Here gaze took exaggerated note of it. “You like it, don’t
you? You’re getting all turned-on, I can tell by the way your nipples are
pebbling against your dress.”
I gasped and
looked down at the offending “pebbles”. “Uh, no, it’s just cold in here.”
The melody of her
sudden laughter filled my ears like a soothing song. She slid her arms around
me, her legs still straddling mine, and pulled me into a tight embrace. Areolas
grazed over areolas, arms encircled femininity and soft curves. Her perfume
filled my lungs and the scent of her clean hair teased my nostrils. Now that she
had moved in closer, I could feel her pussy lips pressing on top of my thigh.
Her panties were damp, her juices soaking through the fabric and onto my skin.
She pulled in a
sigh to calm her chuckles and turned her head to kiss my cheek, just a friendly
pat, I’m sure.
But I had turned
my face toward her at the same time and our cheeks merged, the corners of our
lips meeting ever so slightly.
whispered, panting. “I-I..”
I stiffened but
didn’t push her away. “I’m sorry, Mel, I didn’t mean to—”
Her mouth was on
mine before I knew what her intent had been. Melanie kissed me like no other
woman before her. She slid her hands up between our breasts and held my face in
her palms, as if she adored me to pieces. Her mouth was a wet haven of tongue
and smooth, full lips devouring mine. She moaned into the kiss, and suddenly we
were both clutching each other as if there were no contests or tomorrows or
Just the two of
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"Steamy sequel not to be missed. I liked 'Kaydee & the Tramp' and knew "Lipstick
Leslee" would be great but it far exceeded my expectations! I was amazed that
the author could pack so much passion and chemistry between the main character's
Melanie and Leslee while at the same time developing an emotionally charged
storyline. I loved that Savanah and Kaydee from the first book "Kaydee & the
Tramp" made an appearance and hope to see both couples in a future follow-up
story." ~ Adrienne for Amazon