I Want Your Sex

By Limey Lady

What happens when two lesbian couples meet by chance? What when two of them have significant history as a previous pairing? Because the insatiable and ever-practical Heather is involved, the two exes bury old hatchets and reunite for a weekend while Heather cops off with the other "spare" partner. But that leaves a pairing combination still not tried.

Obviously it's time to play wife-swapping!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Sep 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463291085

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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I Want Your Sex

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

Foreword

Chapter One - Wednesday Night

Chapter Two - Discussing pleasures to come

Chapter Three - A quiet after-work drink

Chapter Four - Nina

Chapter Five - An early night alone

Chapter Six - A surprise visit

Chapter Seven - The wife swap

Chapter Eight - Dave

Chapter Nine - A fantastic first time

Afterword

Author’s Note

Other Books by LimeyLady

Foreword

Hello I’m here again, Heather Hunter reporting for duty, ready, willing and able. And please don’t worry about me being long-winded this time around. I was extremely nervous when I first put my thoughts down in writing. Tentatively rereading my rashly written Loving Made Easy, it shows.

Good grief; doesn’t it just!

This time that ain’t gonna happen.

Right now, my literary virginity no longer intact, I’m not nervous at all.

In fact right now I’m rather hot for it.

And that’s whatever it might transpire to be. I still have tales to tell, and lots of them.

So here goes . . .

Chapter One

I have seen a lot of vaginas in my relatively short life but Kat’s is far and away the best. Forget all those raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens; her fanny will always top the list of my favourite things.

As if I care for raindrops on anything.

And as if I don’t actively dislike cats.

Kats are different, though. I love everything about Kat. Never mind her in white dresses (and blue satin sashes), her being naked does it for me. Like every time, without fail.

There we were, yet another Wednesday night at Hunters Farm, and I was face-first between one of the finest pairs of legs in existence. Kissing, nibbling, nuzzling and generally having fun.

Yes, it was impossible for a girl to share a bed with Kat without enjoying herself. By then I’d lost count of the times I’d shared my pit with her. And trust me; the novelty hadn’t worn off at all.

Well it wouldn’t have, would it? Her repertoire of bedroom activities is extensive and her hunger for sex is bottomless. In many ways we could have been made for each other.

The taste of Kat’s sex was particularly fine that evening. So was the feel of my tongue moving on her sweeter than sweet skin, our rhythms forever striving to match, forever pursuing new heights for us as a couple.

The smell of her was supreme. She smelt wildly exotic, like some fabulous orchid.

To complete the set of all five senses, her accompanying soundtrack was almost musical: groans, sighs and tiny yelps of appreciation punctuating soft yet urgent words of encouragement.

And, amazingly, for once she wasn’t swearing like a trooper.

Not as much as usual, anyway.

In case you’re wondering, there were no whiskers at all to be found on Kat’s kitten. She’d shaved in anticipation. Down there she was as smooth as I was. She was self-lubricating too, big-time.

So was I, even though it was early on in proceedings and she had hardly laid a finger on me. We had only been at it an hour, you see. So far she hadn’t had chance to lay anything on me.

So far the doing was all coming from my direction.

And how exciting was that!

Unaided by toys I’d already penetrated Kat with