Ashleigh's Adventures: Part Five

By Selbryth Lannigan

T-Girls Ashleigh and Cori leave the sex-resort island for Europe and a new assignment: to help a rich old woman's grandniece accept her own repressed transgender nature. At the woman's suggestion they simply let their own innate sensuality show the girl what's possible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: May 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463294925

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2018 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2018

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Ashleigh's Adventures

Part Five

Ashleigh's Adventures - Part Five

Miko, the Head Matron of the sex resort, was sorry to see us go, but she told us it happens all the time. Sex-workers come and go, so to speak; sometimes - many times - they're gobbled up by talent scouts for jobs in fashion, advertising; sometimes they accept offers for marriage or life partnerships with clients; and lots of times they go off together as couples. There are always fresh faces to fill the vacancies - just like with Cori and myself.

We were on the plane with that kindly rich lady two days later, off to some new adventure we could hardly get our heads around. We were met by the lady's entourage at Roissy Airport then boarded a smaller plane and spent another hour in the air, before landing again and being driven my limos to the woman's sprawling estate.

It was nearly midnight when we got in, and after one in the morning by the time Cori and I were able to get to sleep. There's a point where you get so tired you don't feel tired anymore, you know?

We did sleep till noon though. We were both so unsure about what was proper - being in someone else's home - that it was totally hands (and everything else) off, with absolutely no hanky-panky.

Good thing too! It was also fortunate that Cori and I had put on the pretty nightgowns laid out on the bed for us; there wasn't a panic attack trying to cover everything up when there was a knock at the bedroom door a little while later.

Cori calls out - in French, no less - and finds out it's the chambermaid with some breakfast. Well, sort of a pre-breakfast; coffee, pastries. We drink and eat everything in ten minutes flat, we're so hungry, but then it's time to get dressed and head downstairs to have a proper sit-down.

I hadn't brought a lot of clothes when I left the US, and clothes weren't really an issue at the resort. Cori had a one suitcase and that was it; when she'd left her boyfriend, she'd left everything else behind - all the rest of her previous life; when she told me this, she'd added that she'd do it again in a heartbeat.

But...

Before the chambermaid left, she'd gone around opening a few of the closets (it was a huge bedroom with tons of closet space), showing us all the pretty dresses, shoes, hats, and etc. that were in them. Everything had been made to order for Cori and me and had been ready and waiting by the time we'd left the resort island. It got me wondering if Madame's grandniece wasn't the first in the family to have their