In Sapphic Planet
Beth Wylde and Kissa Starling, Edtiors
February, 2012 ISBN 9781466479081
Short story, 3000 words
Accidental Contact” is a lesbian cougar story. Natalie and the much younger Bridgette are real estate agents who’ve often traveled together for business seminars. Now they’re snowbound in New York City in a hotel room with only one bed. Will Natalie dare to make her move?
Heat Rating 
Explicit sex: F/F, sex toys
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BLURB
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EXCERPT
Groggily, Natalie peeked at the red numerals on the hotel clock. Midnight—they’d only been in bed for an hour.
Her eyes blinked wide open. There was a hand on her breast. She wiggled her fingers. The hand definitely wasn’t hers. She held her breath, taking stock of her situation.
Steady breathing warmed her neck. She was in danger of becoming intoxicated with Bridgette’s scent. She squirmed her bottom only to discover something solid—Bridgette’s torso, curved around hers. Fortunately, they were about the same height.
She couldn’t discern if Bridgette was awake or maybe acting out a dream. Natalie rechecked the clock. It had taken her nearly five minutes to assess her situation, and she still wasn’t sure what was happening. Her breathing faltered. She did know her nipples were growing incredibly aroused.
Shutting her eyelids, she withdrew into her body to concentrate on one particular nipple. The one Bridgette’s thumb lay within an inch of.