Let's Twist Again

By Limey Lady

Five days in to a lesbian lifestyle and Viola can't get enough sex. Especially not when it's all coming from drop-dead gorgeous bisexual Heather. Hev knows male-sex tricks that most guys couldn't dream of hoping to achieve.

Can things really, possibly get even better?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Oct 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463346457

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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Let’s Twist Again

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 - A date with Viola

Chapter Two - Chatting

Chapter Three - More than just talking

Chapter Four - (Ladylike) after-sex conversion

Chapter Five - More sex, sex, sex!

Chapter Six - Another satisfying conclusion

Author’s Note

Other Books by LimeyLady

Chapter One

(Wednesday 16th October 2002)

The university surroundings were, to say the least, student-friendly. Most retail outlets within a couple of miles of campus were happy to give discount on sight of a current Students’ Union card, regardless of the goods being purchased. Canned curry, carrots, carpets, computers and crayons; they qualified all without question. So too did meals at most restaurants. Penniless or not, students comprised a big part of the market; one that couldn’t be ignored. If a vendor wasn’t prepared to play ball he was going to lose out.

Or she was.

Or whoever called the shots was.

End of.

The local pubs had a different take on the same scenario, perhaps because knocking twenty per cent off a pint for some but not others would cause riots. Avoiding favouritism a lot of them went for happy hours instead, some of which ran from midday to four or five in the afternoon. Others went for cheaper drinks over the teatime and early evening period, between four up until six, seven or even as late as eight o’clock. Good, reasonably-priced meals were also commonplace, usually in the form of pie and peas or sausage and egg butties . . . and usually for little more than a pound.

Growlers with gravy were almost as popular as meat ‘n’ tattie. And some of the nearby chip shops tried hard to compete.

Come to think of it, it was a miracle your average student in those parts didn’t suffer from blocked arteries and a record-breaking gut.

In fact it was a miracle the girls weren’t as obese as some of the guys. But obviously they weren’t, girls being cleverer, more appearance-conscious and all that.

Like everywhere else in the land, Wetherspoons had the cheapest tariffs in town, but even they didn’t go to war with the limited-time promotions. As a result it was quite possible to trawl the streets from sunrise to sunset, downing the most reasonably priced beer in venues determined solely by the tick of the pub clock.

Not that any student would drink all day. Heaven forbid! They were all there at university to learn, and not just the ins and outs of barroom economics.

Well, weren’t they?

Heather’s