A Twist in the (Very Sexy) Tail

By Limey Lady

Getting together with a supermodel lookalike is always good but getting together with Viola surpasses all boundaries.

Who could ever say no to her?

And why has she remained innocent for so long?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Oct 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463047811

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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A Twist in the (Very Sexy) Tail

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.

Table of Contents

Chapter One - Waking up

Chapter Two - Becoming true friends

Chapter Three - A sporting Sunday morning

Chapter Four - An even more sporting Sunday afternoon

Chapter Five - Half a commitment

Chapter Six - Katie

Chapter Seven - Jenny

Chapter Eight - True Love?

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

(Sunday 13th October 2002)

Heather woke with a guilty start, wondering where she was and, more to the point, how on earth she had fallen asleep. Normally sex revitalized her. Normally there was zero chance of her dozing off before it was time for breakfast.

Not that last night had been remotely normal.

She chuckled as memory flooded back. She was in Viola’s bed, wasn’t she? Or, being more precise, she was on it. And they’d been there an awful long while. Although they had gone out for drinks and a curry first, they’d gone early. She couldn’t be certain, but surely they had been back at Vi’s by ten at the latest.

What was it now? She was lying on her side, facing the window and could see daylight through a gap in the curtains; only dull daylight, granted, and no sunshine as yet. Gut instinct said it was somewhere in the region of eight o’clock of a morning.

Nine hours’ non-stop action, she concluded. That’s why my jaw aches and my tongue has a touch of repetitive strain.

Yet again!

So what’s new!!

Chuckling some more, she analysed her situation. Not wanting to scare inexperienced Viola off in any way, she’d persuaded the ebony-skinned beauty to play with her, by means of introduction. And Vi had obliged in an extremely intimate, particularly delightful sort of a way. Then, maybe midnight, partly sated and fully encouraged, Heather had taken over the active playing and . . .

Well put it this way, she’d put in a quite an extended stint. Even doing her best to be untypically gentle and tender, it wasn’t much of a surprise her jaw was aching.

Now they were both partly sated . . . or so she sincerely hoped.

Partly sated, but by no means totally done.

Again, so she sincerely hoped.

Partly meant not completely, didn’t it?

And not completely meant let’s go for more.

She could remember a lot of kissing after her opening stint. It had been nice, undemanding and it had gone on for ages. In fact hadn’t it already been starting to get light when Viola said she needed to visit the loo?

That can’t have been more than an hour ago, thought Heather. With any luck I only nodded off for ten minutes. Hopefully my reputation’s not trashed beyond repair.

She chuckled yet again. There she’d been, mid-sex, left alone on the bed for no time at all and falling asleep just like that! How could she ever live it down?

Ten minutes or hours and hours; how could she ever live it down?

Stuff the history, though. Right now she agreed with Buddha. The past was already gone. The present moment was the one to think about. Well it was to a girl who had just woken to find Viola snuggling up to her from behind, their soft