Sappho’s Serving Girls

An excerpt from Sappho's Serving Girls

"The master cannot find us here," said Calina, tugging at Lucida's bodice.

Lucida pushed her hand away. "The mistress! She could find us!" But she couldn't resist her lover for long. They fell into a long and sensual kiss, soft lips wet and hungry. They hadn't made love in days—not since their awful punishment. They tumbled to the straw together, their lacings coming undone and their dresses falling away.

"Make love to me, darling," Lucida begged. "I'm wet for you. Feel me."

Calina pressed her hand into the soft warmth between her lover's legs and felt the moistness of lust. "Press your head between my legs and taste me, darling. I can't wait any longer."

Lucida slid down her lover's naked body and parted her soft thighs. The moist treasure of womanhood was pink and eager.

"OH!" Calina gasped as her lover's tongue invaded her. "Oh yes!" Lucida's tongue flashed across her little soldier of lust, standing tall and ready, and made her squeal and squirm. "Oh! Oh yes! More!"

Above, among the rafters of the barn, hid the mistress of the house...just as Calina had arranged, chanting her secret spell.