"My first elven kiss? It felt wonderful, unbelievable, heavenly! I lost myself in Olrin's lips and barely noticed that Tar-Silwa was stripping off my dress. Soon their hands were all over my body, caressing and squeezing, probing and exploring. Fingers smoother than silk fluttered around my slit, tantalising me with the anticipation of sweet pleasures. So new and strange was the experience that I felt like an innocent maiden, breathless and untouched. Lips softer than rose petals kissed every inch of my nakedness as my hosts gently pushed me onto the sheepskins, laying me on my back. Words spoken in a language I did not understand soothed my nervousness, relaxing my senses, preparing me for what was to come."

An extract from That Special Taste by Trisha Monks.

Tall and slender, with smooth skin and pointed ears, no creature in the world is more beautiful than an elf maiden. She might be a soft-footed ranger of the Wood Elves, golden-haired and clad in green. Or perhaps a pale warrior of the Dark Elves, with jet-black hair and bright cruel eyes, hunting for runaway slaves. Among the elven race bisexuality is the norm, for males and females alike, their immortality allowing them to develop their sexual expertise over hundreds of years. Mere mortals often dream about sleeping with an elf, but only a privileged few are chosen for this special honour.