Guess Who Just Got Back Today

By Limey Lady

Here's the long-awaited return of the most daring girl in the world. And guess what, she's become more daring than ever.

Is any girl in Yorkshire safe from her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: May 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463751039

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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Guess Who Just Got Back Today

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 - Kat returns

Chapter Two - The Christmas party

Chapter Three - After the party

Chapter Four - Lunch in the local

Chapter Five - Away and home again

Chapter Six - Alice and Ross

Chapter Seven - Alone with Alice

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Introduction

Hello everybody, Davina reporting in, remember me?

Please do not worry too much if you don’t. It’s been a long time since I personally let rip. Looking back the other day I was amazed how much time has elapsed. I contributed eight consecutive stories in early 2017, filling you all in on my sex life (and intimately at that!). Kicking off in 2008 I got as far as 2012, decided to take a short break and . . .

Well here we suddenly are, almost two years later. And believe you me; there is still plenty to be told.

To refresh memories and save you re-reading old tales, I’m going to tell you a bit about me and then briefly outline the story up to where I broke off. Anyone who remembers me and my adventures can, of course, skip the updates and go straight to Chapter One.

Me

I’m now twenty-eight-years old and a classic IT nerd. I am also proudly lesbian with my own gold star and (more often than not) I’m single, footloose and fancy-free. Sex, curry and beer aside, my hobbies include rock climbing and long-distance hiking.

Sex tops the list, though, by a mile.

I guess I’ve always known my true sexuality although it took a while to properly sink in. As an innocent schoolgirl I had friends of both sexes. As an adolescent I felt no real attraction either way. For a while I actually believed that I was sexless. Then, as an eighteen year old, I gave my friend Sara a birthday kiss and an insatiable passion was unleashed inside me.

Did I say passion? That first same-sex kiss unleashed all the sex-demons in Hell. I have been completely at their mercy ever since.

Physically I am five feet eight with very short, light brown hair and, thanks to my exceptionally flat chest (perhaps), I often get mistaken for a bloke.

I suppose my usual attire doesn’t help. By day I wear sturdy work trousers, company-branded sweats and red Docs. By night I wear jeans, non-branded sweats and Docs. Even so Kat, one of the loves of my life, reckons I resemble Velma out of Scooby-Doo.

How unfair is that! Okay, my glasses are like Velma’s and I do have the freckles and snub nose, but I keep my hair much shorter, even if it is a similar colour. More to the point, turtleneck sweaters or pleated skirts will never be found in any wardrobe of mine.

As for wearing Mary Janes and knee socks . . . forget it!

Kat’s other comparison is infinitely more flattering (if infinitely less accurate). At least once she’s declared I remind her of a certain American porn star . . . one with a gold star all of her own. Without naming names she is boyish but beautiful, and always seems to be on the giving end. And she also has a very nice pair of tits.

Unlike the ones I don’t have! I’ve got the nipples of an excited Page 3 Girl without anything behind them.

The crosses we females have to bear!

Going back to my sexuality, I’ve been known as Dave since I was about eight. The only people who ever call me Davina are my mother when I’ve been naughty (quite often, then!), an aged aunt and