Ooh, who out there likes their mythology made sexy? If you do, you may just love my short story Golden Apples. It's a frisky and fun F/F take on the Greek myth of Atalanta, appearing now in a hot new myths and legends anthology edited by Lucy Felthouse:
I'm stretching down by the Rosery Gate when I see her, a leggy blonde in black Lycra and an impatient frown.
She’s stretching too, but where my movements are better described as half-hearted bending, her beautiful body curves in an effortless arc. Flexible in that way that makes me wish I didn’t find yoga so boring; lithe like a fucking lioness.
Beside her is a good-looking bloke in a singlet and shorts, doing his best to show off his cut arms and runner’s thighs. He’s fit enough that he’s drawing appreciative stares, but I’m not the kind of girl to get off on that. I’ve got my eyes on the blonde.
She adjusts the paper number pinned over her belly. There’s tanned skin as she leans, and a beauty mark on the curve of her hip, tempting further exploration.
Today’s an open charity relay here in London's Battersea Park, a lark for those of us racing for the commemorative t-shirt and the satisfaction of knowing we’ve raised funds for a worthy cause. My blonde and her fit friend have armbands that read Calydonia Media. But while the rest of her colleagues are joking around, my blonde stays aloof from it all, getting herself into the right headspace. The intensity of her focus ends up being a distraction—I can't help but imagine what she'd be like concentrating on me.