Lusitania Belle

By Ken Donaldson

Lusitania Belle is one southern lady you just do not want to cross lightly. With her niche style of romancing tactics and those love making interest she specializes in, Lusitania is certainly sure to keep you entertained in a series of naughty escapades; including a few where she turned up the steam in no holds barred romping moment that is sure to make a man’s eyes water.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken Donaldson
• Release date: Apr 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781521290781

Ken Donaldson

I am the Storyteller of tales, a poet, novelist who can bring to life a world that only you can see through my compositions scribed on parchments to take you to places far beyond the realm of just one reality

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Table of Contents

Lusitania Belle

Contents

My Own Secret

Second Summer

A New Year

New Shore’s New Adventures

First Job

One Door Closed New One Open

Life Changes

Reunited Past

Unexpected Encounters

Disclaimer

Legal Disclaimer

My Own Secret

Second Summer

A New Year

New Shore’s New Adventures

First Job

One Door Closed New One Open

Life Changes

Reunited Past

Unexpected Encounters

Disclaimer

Legal Disclaimer

Lusitania Belle

Ken Donaldson

Date:18 April 2020

ISBN: 978-1-5212-9078-1

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Introduction

    An open life is not always easy to have when one’s unknown secret is a life waiting to be discovered. That life for Lusitania Belle comes into blossom early in her life as the tender emotions of love awaken a journey Lusitania soon discovers a side of her wild and wicked fetishes among lovers both men and women alike.

Contents

My Own Secret

Second Summer

A New Year

New Shore’s New Adventures

First Job

One Door Closed New One Open

Life Changes

Reunited Past

Unexpected Encounters

Disclaimer

Legal Disclaimer

My Own Secret

    Welcome to the South that’s my kind of south if ya all know what I am talking about?

    When it comes to the naughtier of southern ladies I confess. I am among the best of them. With one very major difference I am not just your ordinary run of the mill naughty southern lady. In fact, I am probably more what you would call a black sheep of the family in female form, wild and certainly wicked to the core in my pursuits that over the years have granted me the taste of many victorious conquests. Both having devour men and women alike in my- self-indulgent desires of naughty delights. Now why don’t ya’ all settle back and get really comfy while I share with you some of my victories in this story or should I say some kind of confession to you.

    In my life, it is a woman’s world where men and some women too; become minions’, my personal slaves waiting to serve my every lustful need. So, if they be nice and do as they are told! I might, pleasure them. But if they be bad, I will punish! them at my will’s pleasure.

    To you my newest and dearest conquest unmet and awaiting to be willing enslaved by me. I want to take a moment and share with you some of the interesting adventures my wicked little naughty exploits have provided. So, listen up for what I seek, may make you one day an added name among my list of minions as another story worthy of regaling. Will you indulge me?

    Hell, yeah let’s start by turning back the clock through history’s page where it all truly began. The time almost seems like yesterday in another lifetime when I was at a tender age as I remember. Pure as the driven snow sitting on a window sill. Though feelings stirring deep within me had awoken to passionate desire’s burning with a hunger yearning to be fulfilled. Despite my mother’s many attempts to have me remain her prized possession. The urges those fires produced from the very depth of my soul longing to explode into glorious unrelenting pleasurable moments pulsating through every fibre of my body from one extremity to the other, sent sensation reaching down to physical touches of my toes in-ways that never seemed to allow me to be completed, as I experimented from one desiring passion to the next. But before I go too far with my fantasy thoughts. I should tell you the event which lead to final moment when my purity was no more.

    The year my freshmen year of college. A long cold winter had just passed and returns me back to college as a young silly girl lost in a dream land world which I had been bought up believing life was some magical playground where everyone was your friend. Boy, did I learn fast how cruel those other southern bitches were. Especially one bitch named Susanna Longboat, third year student as old as I am. Thanks to those two years my parents had me held back in elementary. Ok, confess, she was probably the worst. But in many ways, I did idolize her, not for her cruelness she dished out to me; no, it was her ability to manipulate men that captured my attention. Maybe it was just the way she got her way that attracted me or maybe it was my own yet unknown talents shall I say waiting to be set free inside this new world I was slowly coming to accept. 

    Sure; college was a drag for someone who looks as fabulous as I am. But then so is most activities in life too I have come to learn outside the pleasure dome. Anyways, as I was saying the starting point well actually during my college years more so; I should say an age of fifteen. When spring break had arrived and my parents decided to take my family upon a road trip down to the Grand Canyon ‘yay’ I thought ‘here it is spring break fifteen and I am off to pan for gold in some outback shit hole missing all chances to mix in at the beach parties’. Or so it seemed to be the case in my own mind for little did I know it was to be here late one night my cork was going to get a pop.

    I recall that night well mirror black sky over head sparking with twinkling lights spotting across the void more numerous than fairy lights on a Christmas tree over our heads round the campfire in the trailer parks picnicking area. Where we sat with two other families also holidaying in the canyon that year, listening to dad telling a ghost story about the spirit of an old Indian chief said to protect the canyon whom, claimed the lives of a prospector and his family just on sunset spiriting them away to become part of the canyon yada yada yada. Whilst my mind drifted off elsewhere before I needed to dismiss a little spirit of my own.

Where are, you going? asked dad as I stood up to leave.

"Bathroom, ok?" I snapped with razor sharp tongue.

Well hurry back or you will miss the best part dad commented as I began to walk off thinking ‘yeah whatever’. It was shortly after that as I approached the trailer camps bathroom, I noticed a guy standing in the shadows a little looking at me lustfully. ‘Interesting’ I though and started to tease him a little by catching the bottom of my skirt with my finger and lifting it up just enough to flirt some knicker flash and drop it again quickly. This made him step forward far enough for me to get a good look at him, ‘Ok, not bad’ I figured looking at his boyish body build with those dreamy brown eyes of his. At which point I gave him one of those amine cartooned styled follow me finger flirts and stepped inside the bathroom feeling a bit uncertain if he would follow. While I did the instinctive squatted down checking for feet under stalls as mum had taught me. Ok, could not see anything and ventured far enough in making use of the middle stall since it has always