All About Her – eBook
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by Karin Kallmaker
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SKU: AllAboutHer2018
Formats/Types: Ebook Short Stories, Free and 99-cent Reads
Genres/Filters: Sensuality for Women who Love Women, Sexy Romance
The Story...
- Jac tells her best friend an erotic story of deep connection, hoping her lady love will read between the lines. This story from Karin Kallmaker's archives is explicit and brimming with intimacy. 5 flame heat index!
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- Reader Comments about Karin’s Short StoriesShe tells stories that can be read over and over again with characters that linger in your thoughts.
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Author’s Notes
- "All About Her" was originally published in Fantasy: Untrue Stories of Lesbian Passion (Bella After Dark 2007). Revision copyright 2018.
Excerpt
From "All About Her"
“Tell me a fantasy,” she persisted, pressing me down into the soft easy chair in the sunny corner of her study. “I’m out of ideas and I have a deadline.”
It wouldn’t be the first time she had made that request, but today, with afternoon shadows already heavy with winter cold, I didn’t feel like talking about the flash and fire of something fast and heady. I could come up with a hundred bar fantasies and a few true stories, but the comforting aroma of the hot apple cider she’d poured for me had dark and smoky rooms far from my imagination.
I watched her settle at her desk, her back to me. One hand lifted blond tendrils so she could briefly cup the back of her neck. It had taken me years to realize that the gesture was meant to warm her fingers before typing.
“You just talk and I’ll quietly type and I’m sure there’ll be something that’ll spark a story. I promise I won’t even look at you.”
The chill of the season seemed to be seeping into my bones more this year and my fantasy thoughts—to my chagrin—turned not to sex but warmth. I didn’t want to disappoint this lady, never her, so I hoped if I just got going I would find something that would amuse and divert. My day wasn’t right if I didn’t hear her laugh or make one of those appreciative “I love you to bits, Jac” noises of hers.
It was usually followed by a sigh of contentment that meant “You’re a good friend.” My head heard that part; it was my heart that wanted not to accept it.