New Beginnings Revive

By Limey Lady

Up until only weeks ago Mikki thought she was a straight girl with a low sex drive. Big mistake! A chance encounter at work turns her life upside down. Scales fall from her eyes. Suddenly she's in love . . . with another girl!

Estranged from her first love, Mikki embarks on a voyage of self-discovery. Being a lesbian is, she realizes, much more fun than being straight. There are so many opportunities to be taken now she knows what she's looking for! If only she could get Davina out of her head . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Aug 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370664856

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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New Beginnings Revive

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2016

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter Nineteen - Brighton Pillow Talk

Chapter Twenty - Back to Work

Chapter Twenty-One - Mikki Confides in her Mum

Chapter Twenty-Two - Friday Night in Bingley

Chapter Twenty-Three - Becky

Chapter Twenty-Four - Sexy Saturday

Chapter Twenty-Five - The Confrontation

Author’s Note

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Chapter Nineteen

Hi, it’s Mikki again. First things first; please let me apologize for ending so abruptly the other day. As I said at the time, I was welling up, astounded by my own stupidity. I needed to pull myself together and guess what? Another bottle and a half of Shiraz sent me off to the Land of Nod, long before I got back to my keyboard. Fast asleep there on the settee. I didn’t half have a hangover when I woke the next morning.

Girl oh girl, did I!

Serves you right, I hear you cry. And so it probably does.

Anyway, a brief résumé then I’ll get back to the story.

Up until recently I thought I was a straight girl with an exceptionally low sex drive. I now know I’m a lesbian sex maniac. I found out about being a lesbian by falling for Dave (also known as Davina), an IT techie at work. And what a wonderful discovery! At first we couldn’t have been more lovey-dovey. Every day dawned bright and beautiful. Then, in a remarkably short space of time, I managed to blow the incredibly good thing we had going.

One last thing and I’ll begin. Well, two last things. I repeat my promise that I will always tell the truth in this tale, even when it shows me in a bad light, as it so often does. And I’ll try to curtail the foul language that keeps catching me unawares.

Okay, then. When I left you I was in a Brighton hotel room. The initial bust-up with Dave had taken place the day before (over Sunday lunch). Half-believing I was proud to be on the rebound, I was in a rather compromising position with my boss . . .

*****

Compromising? Joyce was sitting on me and I had my tongue buried deep inside her, keeping it as rigid as I could. She moaned and started to gyrate.

‘I’m cumming,’ she gasped. ‘Mikki, you’re making me cum harder than ever.’

She wasn’t joking and she certainly wasn’t faking. When she finished she nearly flooded my face. Then, laughing and ignoring my attempts to lap it all up, she insisted I took my turn by sitting on her. So I did, and it was absolute bliss.

God only knows how we weren’t complained about. It seems unlikely in such a busy hotel, but maybe the neighbouring rooms were all vacant. Or maybe they were all occupied by people with hearing difficulties. There must have been some reason because, even though we tried to keep the noise down as much as possible, we weren’t very successful. And we went on long beyond midnight.

Unlike our volume control, the sex was successful. In fact it was very, very successful. Joyce gave me a master class in different ways to sixty-nine, then she taught me how to trib. Her tribbing lessons were, I must