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Women on the Edge of Space: "Adrift" Excerpt By Kaysee Renee Robichaud

I'm happy to share an excerpt from my story "Adrift." It comes right from the beginning, so there's no setup needed:

"Adrift"


Love had come frantic and precious and hot. Afterwards, they held each other in the Captain’s bed, woman to woman. Brave explorers spooned, shivering with every passing second.

“It’s not fair,” Lydia Wealty said, turning to crush her Captain’s lean body in a tight embrace. “We’ve only just found each other. This should be thrilling. Why does it feel like a defeat?”

“Because,” Captain Adrianne Furlong replied, running fingers through Lydia’s white blonde curls, “we are defeated.”

The Captain’s quarters were almost romantic bathed in the emergency lighting’s soft glow. Few furnishings, but these were comfortable. The bed linens clung to their sweaty bodies, battling the growing chill.

“There has to be a way,” Lydia said.

“We’ve been over this,” Adrianne replied. “We have three lifeboats. More than enough space for the two of us. The Rapier’s fire lance will likely focus on the Eleemosynary, the larger target. So long as the lifeboats speed in different directions, our chances of escape are not insignificant.”

“Unless it possesses multiple weapon banks,” Lydia said. “Additional offensive systems we’re unaware of. The thing is one big enigma...”

“We know its fire lance cuts deep,” Adrianne said, “and the Eleemosynary cannot survive another encounter.”

“So we sit in our lifeboat coffins,” Lydia said, “and we hope for the best.” The odds were too great and stacked against them.

Fingers glided down Lydia’s back. The Captain was a rugged woman, late forties. She had lost her left breast to a mastectomy. Her torso, throat, and face were dotted with scar tissue reminders of an encounter with an exploding reactor shield. Lydia had memorized each white dot and crescent— these scars lay scattered along the canvas of her body like stars across the tapestry of space. Lydia met the Captain’s hard blue eyes, and something shifted in her gut—pain twinge.

We are defeated. Adrianne’s words sank in, draining Lydia’s will to live or fight.

For more sexy, lesbian, space exploration stories, check out Women on the Edge of Space! I'm pretty proud to have my story appearing alongside the wonderful pieces by Shanna Germain, Laurel Waterford, and Elizabeth Black.
Tags: erotica, lesbian, science fiction
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