Angora Shade is one of my fellow contributors to the Holiday Want Ads anthology from Torquere Press. She wrote a sexy piece about a woman who takes the bus to look at an apartment she saw advertised in the want ads. On her way there, she has an unexpected erotic encounter with another woman. That’s certainly one way to make a bus ride more interesting! Get a taste of the action with the summary and excerpt below.
About Compatible Gardens
Bella enjoys making up names for strangers on the city bus and telling herself stories about them. But when Mr. Widebottom pushes Ms. Greencoat’s body and hand into her lap, Bella realizes that for the first time, she’s become part of the story.
Excerpt from Compatible Gardens
Ms. Greatcoat is moving. Her legs, which had shuffled a bit back toward the middle of her seat, press together while her knees angle toward me like an arrow. Her fingers flex under the corner of her bag in my lap, and the back of her hand presses down into me with deliberate force. At first I think she must just be adjusting to the continuous weight of her bag pinning her hand in my lap, but then I question her intentions as things go further. Each bump in the heavily used city street seems to allow her a moment to defy gravity: all passengers bounce, their bags and purses bounce, rise into the air, allowing for Ms. Greencoat’s hand to twist, slightly turn, or roll, until her hand is palm down, leaving it to rest like it’s natural to grasp a high inner thigh. But it’s not natural. Each small motion of her rotation makes my body grow more still, and shivers run down my neck and spine. My breath is loud as I inhale through my nose, and each wave of air burns inside my chest. My stomach drops a little too—a motion my jaw mimics for a moment, but as Ms. Stinkeye catches my face, I close my mouth and swallow hard: pray for me Sister; wickedness knows no boundaries. But is it the wickedness of Ms. Greencoat, or my mistake in thinking her intentions wicked? Apparently, I’m just as wicked. I can’t utter a word to stop her because I don’t want her to. A cold sweat begins to coat my back, as if it’s not enough to battle the heat growing continuously inside my gut and filling every vein from my navel down. It’s not enough to keep my clit from screaming a little lower, a little deeper, a little harder. And it happens. Is this happening?
Angora Shade is an American author living in what she lovingly refers to as “Sheep Shit Nowhere” Europe. In an attempt to add some spice to her small town life, Ms. Shade began writing explicit erotica as a form of self-entertainment. Exploring the boundaries of acceptable sexual literature, she often seeks to create stories not only to entertain others, but also expose and push against the negative stigma surrounding sex in modern day society. She believes sex in literature, art, personal thought, and physical nature should be celebrated and expressed openly and as easily as any God-given freedom. Her favorite themes in writing include revenge, self-discovery, alternative materials for love play/bdsm, as well as anything that produces a good tingle, sizzle, or laugh. When not writing, Ms Shade enjoys red wine, travel, dancing, classic cartoons, baking, and creating fine art.