Loving Made Easy

By Limey Lady

When Kat goes off for the weekend with her ex, Heather is left at a loose end. Kat is currently as close as she's got so far as regular girlfriends are concerned. It only seems fair to strike up a relationship with the ex's latest flame. Assuming Lizzie wants to play, that is.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Sep 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463528242

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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Loving Made Easy

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2018

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.

Equally importantly, all the characters are

over the age of 18.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One - Lizzie the Lezzie

Chapter Two - Bedding Lizzie

Chapter Three - Saturday playtime

Chapter Four - The games go on

Chapter Five - Sunday morning

Chapter Six - Pillow talk

Chapter Seven - Scheming

Afterword

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Introduction

Oh good grief I cannot believe I’m doing this. Normally I’m supremely calm, cool and collected. Right now I’m shaking like a leaf. I honestly cannot remember being anywhere near this nervous, ever, ever, ever.

When I fought my first UK inter-university karate final I wasn’t even a tenth as tense.

Standing there, facing a potentially lethal opponent, neither of us prepared to give an inch . . .

Standing there, prepared to do or die . . .

Well back then I wasn’t scared at all. My nervous system was cucumber-like.

At least it was until I won and emotion tinged with immense relief flooded through me.

Otherwise I can’t remember being apprehensive about anything. Not up to now.

Pause for a sharp intake of breath.

Rats; that helped not at all.

I am, by the way, Heather Hunter. It’s quite possible you might have heard of me before, but you’ll never have heard words from my lips. Not directly. No, this is very much a first.

Hence all that shaking and trembling.

Losing my virginity wasn’t nearly as scary as this. In fact losing my virginity was fun. This doesn’t even start to qualify as fun. It’s not even close.

Second pause for a bigger, deeper intake of breath, lungs sucking in seemingly oxygen-free air, all of my body quaking.

Okay, that’s as good as it’s going to get. Let’s quit the build-up and get down to brass tacks.

I never had any intention of opening my heart to the world. I am in my way a very private person. I usually don’t mind all the hearsay that’s been published about me and have never before wanted to respond. No, up until now I’ve never felt the faintest inclination. Most of what’s been written has been accurate enough, if somewhat sensational, so why bother?

Insatiable Hurricane Heather, exposed for all to see. So long as the essence of truth was told why should I care about that?

Except just lately accuracy has tended to sway. By my reckoning I’m beginning to seem like a bit of a tart. Maybe I’m getting sensitive in my old age. Maybe the essence of truth is really still there and it’s me overreacting. Whatever it is, for some inexplicable reason I feel it’s my duty to set the record straight.

Don’t worry, I’m not about to launch off on a crazy diatribe. And I’m not about to bore you with my autobiography. If you have read about me before you’ll already know I am a girl who loves sex. If you’ve never heard of me before, you’ll soon get the general idea.

Others have described me as being tall with a mane of jet-black hair and the body of an athlete/supermodel. But stuff that. I don’t care about my appearance. I’m only glad that, thanks to my relentless daily sessions in the gym, I can eat and drink just anything I want without rueing the consequences.

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