Lindsay Welsh has come up with a very gentle, very victorian and oh-so-soft story of lesbian love on the road. Her heroine meets a variety of partners and enjoys the pleasures of Sappho in a modest and conservative language where hardly no f- c- or p- words are allowed.
This book is different from Welshes other books in that it only vaugly tuches into D/S themes, which are central in most of her other work.
I - with a preferance for the D/S side of lesbian erotica - found this book a little too soft and boring, but I think others might find this a very beautiful, though fairly urealistic story.
Anyway, Welsh is my heroine!