Dottily up for Sex

By Limey Lady

Dotty was slow to enter the world of girl-on-girl relationships. But, now she's at last taken her first tentative step, she's overtaken by events. Just how many horny girls can possibly be out there!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Feb 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463511534

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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Dottily up for Sex

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2019

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

Introduction

Chapter One - Meeting Shelly

Chapter Two - Sex in the afternoon

Chapter Three - Ziggy

Chapter Four - Harmony in a harness

Chapter Five - Amber

Chapter Six - Ronnie

Chapter Seven - Robin

Chapter Eight - A night out with Martha

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Introduction

Well hello it’s me again, Dotty by name and dotty by nature.

As introductions go, this is not going to be a long one. For anyone who missed the story of finding the real me I’m a twenty-one year-old, studying Maths at a university in the north west of England.

And, after years of believing I was straight as my long blonde hair, I have very recently discovered proper sex.

Not that there was a lot of sex in the first volume of my confessions. Re-reading it I feel as though I have short-changed my valued audience. And we can’t be having that, can we?

Okay, this time I’m going in at the deep end, making up for lost time, much as I did when I actually bit the bullet and went girl-on-girl with a vengeance.

For anyone who missed "Dottily in Love" please don’t worry. I’m going to make this latest account a self-contained one. If you want to know more about the first few days of my rather clumsy, awkward romance then please, feel free. But you really don’t have to.

Better to read about what happened after the fumbling preliminaries were over, no?

Chapter One

Agreeing to have an afternoon of sex was a bigger deal than kissing and being fingered up against a concrete wall. And agreeing to move the kick off forwards from (maybe) three pm to noon was . . .

Well it was mind-blowing. Michelle might have been there, got the T-shirt, but I was very much an innocent abroad. Okay, so I had screwed with plenty of guys before, but that had always been a night-time sort of thing, usually fuelled as much by alcohol as lust.

You know how it is. Out for a few quiet ones, no thoughts of sex at all and . . .

Well, it’s the oldest one in the book, isn’t it? Too much wine and beer and suddenly some spotty-faced teenager looks like a youthful Robert Redford.

Not that that particular mistake was ever likely to happen to me again. I had been converted with a capital C.

So there I was, five to twelve, sober apart from a handful of Irish coffees, unlocking my front door, ushering in Michelle with the sole intention of fucking and fucking and fucking.

Talk about sexually aroused! I’d ruined last night’s knickers even before our fingering episode. By now I’d ruined a second pair, and nothing much had happened.

(Nothing much apart from being with Michelle, regularly patting and squeezing asses, kissing and devouring each other with our eyes.)

Now, three hours ahead of schedule, here we were. Here at what was soon to become Michelle’s home as well as mine.

Here to fuck and fuck