About the author:
Maria Mendelsohn has lived in the South Pacific, Europe, and the US. She has been married for more than thirty-five years and has four children, two dogs, and a crabby cat. She has studied martial arts and metaphysics. While her English mechanics aren’t perfect, she still dares to write about fantasy for the love of it and sex because it’s as natural as breathing–Besides, it’s just good, naughty fun.
What inspired you to write your book?
A love of High Fantasy and sex. I just thought that melding of the two would be great fun.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“What about the rest of you?”
“I– I hurt all over,” she admitted.
“Well turn around and I’ll put some on your back too.”
Iva turned around and Henny pulled the girl’s blouse even lower to expose below her shoulders. Henny began making ever widening circles of the slippery salve across her back.
“I can’t even imagine how much that must’ve hurt,” Henny told her. “Those burns were terrible.” She lifted Iva’s arm and smeared medicine across the soft underside and down her armpit.
Henny felt a strange twinge of excitement as she spread the salve across the girl’s delicate skin. She found herself mesmerized by the compact sweep of Iva’s bare shoulders. The girl was muscular, but only pleasantly so. Without thought, she eased down Iva’s blouse to expose her back completely and she daubed it with salve and massaged it in lightly. Henny suddenly recognized the growing feeling. She was astonished to find that she was becoming aroused. She had never experienced that about a woman before. It seemed so odd, and yet so natural at the same time.
Her heart beating faster, Henny smeared her hands with the salve and swept them around, under Iva’s arms to slide them over her large breasts. As the soothing salve swept over Iva’s skin, the girl let out a sigh of pleasure that made a little thrill run up Henny’s spine. She moistened her fingers with more salve and gently, ever so gently, swept them across Iva’s nipples. When Iva didn’t object, she traced the pink nipples with tantalizing little circles.
Henny found that her mouth was a little dry when she asked, “So, you were burned all over?”
“Every inch, it seemed like,” Iva admitted.
“Well, I’ve got– got more salve,” Henny told her, “if you want to lay down.”
Iva stretched out upon the bed upon her stomach and cradled her head upon her arms. Henny watched the girl close her eyes as she pulled the slippers off and began by rubbing the salve into the soles of her feet. She lifted each foot, bending Iva’s willing knees, to massage the slippery ointment all across her lower legs and feet. She rubbed it in well before she eased up the girl’s skirt and moved up to her thighs.
Henny swept her hands in expressively long strokes as she ran them up Iva’s creamy thighs. Iva spread her legs somewhat to make them available to the attention of Henny’s gentle fingers. Iva didn’t object when Henny lifted her skirt even higher to expose the rounded curves of her naked buttocks.
The tavern girl’s heart beat faster as she spread salve across Iva’s inner thighs and swiped her hands across one, soft butt-cheek. She put on more salve and ran her hands across the fleshy mound again, this time following the enticing valley with the edge of her hand. She heard Iva’s breath draw in sharply, but the girl made no objection so Henny dared the titillating movement again. This time she inched her massaging hand even deeper between the girl’s legs and felt the steamy moistness which was hidden there. Again there was no objection.
Henny put more of the soothing salve upon her hands and swept them down the skin of the other side of the presented buttocks. This time she let her little finger slide down Iva’s crack as she massaged, almost as though it was an accident. For the merest moment, she felt the feathery texture of the slippery pussy-lips across her fingertips. It made her heart thunder and she wondered if she dared even more?