Ashleigh's Adventures: Part Nine

By Selbryth Lannigan

After only a short time of rest and recuperation at Lady Ariel's estate, the T-Girls are unexpectedly torn from each other; for how long, nobody knows. Heartbroken, Ashleigh struggles on, finding new strength in herself, and when she's asked by an old friend to help out a young woman in trouble, our heroine gladly delves into the strange world of Japanese Pop Idols.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Mar 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463120569

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2020 by Selbryth Lannigan

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This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Ashleigh's Adventures

Part Nine

Ashleigh's Adventures - Part Nine

Things felt really good now, now that we were on the road again. I look back and Hot Russian Babe is curled up in the back seat, fast asleep. She's belted in, her seatbelt sideways around her, and I look over at Cori, driving on the correct side of the car now - which is the left-hand side - and I'm just all smiles.

Cars go by, trees, clouds. We get on the main throughway and are just cruising along with the traffic. And since there's little chance of getting lost now, and the car's own GPS is doing just fine, I lean back and watch the world go by.

Three hours later we're still cruising along but with me at the wheel. The goo in my panties has dried so it's not as uncomfortable now and I'm enjoying being on the open highway, listening to the music from some station Cori found. There's still little areas of cold rain as we come up pass certain little towns and small cities, sometimes little drifts of snow, but it's like we're headed away from the direction of the storm, so there's no sudden patches of black ice.

Or frickin deer prancing around...

At around noon Cori catches my attention, points to the map and tells me we should take the next exit and stop for a meal and a little stretch. She refers to the GPS, taps in a couple of coordinates and then I'm following the robot-voice's directions, getting off the freeway and heading down to street level.

After a couple of turns we stop at a nice warm little mom 'n pops sort of restaurant, which is good because we're all dressed in kind of...mixed-bohemian-wrinkled-style, with mismatched clothes, and our hair not exactly in place. Hair's not that much of problem for a pixie-bob girl like me but Cori and Katya are all of a sudden sharing a hairbrush, getting all gussied up, trying to stuff the Russian girl's full casabas into a borrowed jacket (mine, I think), and then we're getting out of the car, cowering with collars up against the stiff, chilly breeze that's blowing across the parking lot. I have the hoodie of my coat pulled over my head - so I'm good - but the main thing I was grateful for, was that the coat was long enough to hide the dark cum-spot in my jeans.

Nice meal, though! Breakfast-for-lunch for Cori and me, with Cyborg Assassin Girl having this huge frickin American-style hamburger with thick fries, pickle slices and potato salad on the side.

And as we stuffed our faces, I was really starting to relax back into the vibe that had been with us when we'd started this trip. It felt good to be heading back to Lady Ariel's place - like this whole homeward-bound kind of thing - and I was really looking forward to it; looking forward to seeing and talking with the Lady herself, listening to her calming voice, hearing her soft-spoke wisdom. Just seeing her had that sort of timeless, calming affect on people and...I needed some of that.

I also wanted to catch up with the Lady's beautiful grandniece Cherise, to see how the girl's high-fashion modeling thing was going, and even if she was off somewhere doing a show or photo-shoot in some exotic locale, just the idea of returning to Lady Ariel's sprawling estate put a smile on my face. I mean, it's the perfect place for three road-weary girls to simply decompress, hang out and enjoy themselves.

Cori drove the rest of the way in - another three hours or so - and when we pulled up to the gate and announced our arrival through the speaker-phone-camera thing, it was getting to be the late afternoon.

Then we were driving up through the rolling, grassy hills of the lower part of estate, following the long private road to the main house, seeing things that brought back memories as we passed them by. The Summer House, where so much had happened; the covered walkway connecting it to the mansion; and the tree that Cori had leaned against, wearing just her high-heels, wiggling her pretty bare butt invitingly at me.

And me...well, accepting that invitation....

When we finally pulled up and stopped in