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The Ghost of Sycamore Cottage - coming soon

There are lights on at Sycamore Cottage again after more than a year of darkness. Greg its new owner is about to arrive and unaware his new house is a haunted! He is soon to meet its resident ghost Poppy who was brutally murdered within its walls. More surprises await after inspecting the house, he is in the kitchen when she speaks, and to her surprise and his, he can both hear her and reply. She now tells an amazing story which will affect him directly. Hers was just one of several murders in that locality and the killings all point to one man. Proving it is another thing and even after those victims are transitioned to mortality, can a former ghost confront their killer and seek long awaited justice.

A fast-paced page turner which explores the paranormal and supernatural in a unique way. A paranormal romance flourishes too and scenes of hot lesbian sex abound. The Ghost of Sycamore Cottage follows on from The Girl Who Saw Ghosts. Stories of murder, crime mystery, steamy romance and GHOSTS. A paranormal romance book for adults.

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I’ve just published my first historical novel and it officially launches today! It's been quite a long time coming and is the result of sticking to a long-term dream.  Visit me at www.willbashor.com  

THE BASTARD PRINCE OF VERSAILLES

Being royalty is hard enough, but when your secrets could change your life…

Seventeenth-century France. Louis de Bourbon isn't a real prince—even though his father is King Louis XIV.

The illegitimate son of the King and his mistress, Louise de La Vallière, young Louis has been kept far from the court's eyes until summoned to bid adieu to his mother. To atone for her guilt, she joins a convent, abandoning Louis to an uncertain future. When Louis is humiliated by his father for his role in a secret society, he struggles to redeem himself through heroism and self-sacrifice on the battlefield in his father’s army.

Will Louis find a way to connect with his father amidst the prejudices of the time and the sexuality conflict he is grappling?

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A Perfect, Unique, And Just You Type Of Love (Ellie x Reader)

Main Masterlist Fluff Dialogue Prompt List

Summary: A beautiful lazy day in the Jackson Settlement turns into an even more beautiful surprise. Kisses and gentle caresses and giggles between two lovers. What more could either of you want?

A/N: two annons requested number 25 and number 9 from my fluff prompt list

Moving into Ellies little home behind Joels was one of the happiest moments of your life. You got to wake up to her bed-head, dopey, face every morning. The exchange of small kisses with the recipient letting out a playful groan.

Ellie teasing you about your supposed morning breath. Then sometimes on a rare occasion you can see her in her desk chair on your side of the bed sketching you. Whether it was after a night of passion, or a simple night after a drink at the bar. She would hide the sketches of you claiming that “They aren’t done yet!” or “My pictures don’t do you justice!” That leads to your pouty lips which is met with another kiss. This became your norm. You would wake up together, get dressed together, eat, sleep, practically anything together! If someone was looking for either of you they always knew the other wasn’t far away. Ellie developed a new type of affection. She would trace and kiss all your fingers and massage each individual one. Kiss each palm, wrist, and so forth. It gave you a tingly sensation. As a matter a fact she is doing it now.

You lay there eyes closed as you feel her all around you as she straddles you. Her hands tracing up and down your arm. She laces a soft kiss on each eyelid before traveling to your cheek. You let out a hum of pleasure as she places a kiss on your lips. You open your eyes to gaze up at her. “Shhh” She says using her middle and pointer finger closing them. You let out a giggle. “Who knew you could be so soft Ellie...” You say in a happy sigh. You feel her peck your lips again before traveling down your jaw and to your neck. She nips at your neck which causes you to gasp. “Hey!” You open your eyes again and look down at her. You see her chapped lips give you a smirk before her placing her entire hand on your face. “Close your eyes dummy.” She says and you giggle again. “Okay, Okay... Can I peek?” “Fuck no and you better not.” She says giving you another nip but harder then the last. You squeal and giggle. “Okay Ellie what are you doing... Is this some exercise?” “Just enjoy and shut up.” Ellie says with a teasing tone. “That’s not what you said last night!” You say when a smack is heard throughout the small room and a sting in your right thigh. “Ow! Asshole!” You says with a smirk eyes still closed. “That’s not what you said last night!” Ellie says copying you. “Just relax and let yourself enjoy my “softness” as you call it. You sigh and smile. “Okay do what you got to do sugar boo.” You hear Ellie groan. “I swear to god I will smother you with a pillow.” You giggle. “Well if you did I wouldn’t be mad. You make me the happiest I have ever been.” You say as she travels down the left side of your neck. You feel her scoot down your waist to in between your legs as her lips touch the back of your hand. She turns over your left hand and nips the pulse point there. She kisses your palm and turns your hand back over. She kisses your thumb, then your pointer finger, she nips your middle finger which you let out a breathy chuckle. She skips your ring finger and kisses your pinkie finger. “I think you missed one.” You say in a teasing tone when you feel something cool slip onto your finger. You open your eyes and look down. You gasp and sit up looking at it. You look at Ellie in shock. She seems to be avoiding your eyes. “I... I had this whole speech planned out. I was going to be all romantic and shit. Get flowers. Hell maybe one of those stupid teddy bears you like so much...” You can see that she is trembling and her breathing is picking up. “I was going to say that it was love at first sight for me but it wasn’t... Cause I’m an asshole and thought. ‘Why the hell would someone like her want to be with someone like me?’ But you did...” Ellie gets up and starts pacing. “You chose me and I am so lucky... and I knew...  I knew from the end of our first date that I was going to marry you.” She stops and looks at you “This shit was burning a hole in my pocket since the very beginning. I-I wanted to make sure it would be perfect, and unique, and just... Just you...” As Ellie is saying this you cup both your hands to your chest as tears find their way to your eyes. “I am not good with words... You can thank Joel for that but... Oh god I am just spilling shit and you haven’t said anything...” She turns away from you crossing her arms. “It’s okay to say no... I didn’t mean t-” You leap up and embrace her burying your face in her back. “I love you Ellie! Now ask the damn question.” You say with a giggle. “The question? Oh shit! Yeah!” She turns around and looks at you. “Well uh...” She quickly falls to her knees and stumbles on the way down. “Ouch! Shit!” You giggle as a tear rolls down your cheek. “Uh... Will... Will you marry me?” She mutters but coughs. “Fuck! Will you Marry me (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)!” She cries out. “Yes!” You cry leaping on her causing her to fall back with a laugh. You both meet each others lips as you kiss. Both yours and now Ellie’s tears mixing together. “God I love you...” Ellie says squeezing you. You lay your head on her shoulder as you lay there on the floor. “What would I do with out you Ellie Williams?” You ask and she smirks. “Crash and burn probably. Now! (Y/N) Williams...” Just her saying that sends shivers down your spine. “Ahh you like that huh? Mrs. Williams?” You giggle and hide your face in her neck. “What are you talking about? I’m the pants in the relationship.” You say in a teasing tone. Your ass is met with another smack. “Hey!” You shout and she burst out laughing. “Hush you... God letting all that out took a lot out of me...” Ellie says and you sit up. “Want a nap?” You ask and she nods. “Only if you are there with me.” She says sitting up. You both stand. You take her hand pulling her gently toward the bed. You both lay down wrapped in each others arms. “I love you...” She murmurs just on the edge of sleep. “I love you too.” You say with a smile kissing her one last time before falling asleep yourself.

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Oookkkaaayyyy I get how this was a play on When Harry Met Sally; the enemies to lovers type of angst in the beginning even if there was no justification for such a thing lol just a thing of the sexes I guess and internalized homophobia. Yeah that’s a big thing in this thing but I truly believe our protagonist handles it well and is super mature for the pace at which this book travels. In my opinion it’s not really a slow burn, more like just the regular angst that comes with hestitant love and people overcoming their inner fears but at the same time being “batshit crazy school girl obsessed” with a person. Quick read which is good because the relationship and plot aren’t anything too wild like fake dating or serious enemies to lovers so the pace was efficient in telling exactly what needed to be told and nothing was repetitive at all honestly some characters also resonated with myself that were in the background. It made me wanna be more true to myself. Also some themes of gender discussion in here of one of the main characters and it’s so casual and brief at moments it’s not a big part or anything, but it’s important to me it was brought up because it’s a big topic for masc women

Katie had said this was their song..

Okay now my topic of TMI .. even though it may be ironic to say that:)

This book made me feel more safe about exploring the areas of self pleasure I felt ashamed or dirty for even thinking about before. Definitely liberating reading about it in such a normal way I did more research on that and thank you book for that.

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History Is All You Left Me

by Adam Silvera

Honestly I had to drink to get through the ending, this heartwrenching book was amazing and worth every penny (as is all of his books honestly)

Adam Silvera is a god of lgbtq+ reads

Be prepared to cry at the beginning, middle and end parts. Actually prepare to spend the pouring over this book while crying nonstop. It's so worth it though. So worth it.

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The author of America Loss book 1 (series Russian Invasion) Ki Love, is a queer women of color that wrote a gripping sci fi/ action/ adventure/ apocalyptic/ doomsday/ dystopian/ book; in which 4 of the main characters are LGBT. This book has situations and encounter choices that crosses: moral, ethical and lines of civility. Having you, the reader-- even question-- How far are you willing to go to survive?

America Loss

by: Ki Love

rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Book Description:

Follow the journey of two diverse groups seeking refuge, during a Russian invasion of the United States of America. They navigate through many perils during the Invasion, encountering—violence, murder, rape and mayhem. Their survival is dependent on their skills, street smarts and their relationships, both heterosexual, bi sexual and homosexual. Some relationships are steamier than others. This story is full of romance,personality clashes, God-Complexes and sex.

available in ebook, epub, kindle & paperback

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Tagged by @canonsunkmyships, thank you!!

Fav color: it tends to change every few months or so but right now mostly loving purple, liking orange a lot recently tho

Currently reading: rereading and annotating I Was Born For This (it’s taking me forever cause I can’t find any time for it 😭)

Last song: THE LONELIEST by Måneskin

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory for like in general but atm sweet

Fav alcoholic drink: I love a good mai tai or an amaretto sour

Currently working on: finding a different job and some drawing and writing

Traditional or modern: really depends but mostly modern

Fav writer: Alice Oseman

Fav dessert: crème brûlée

Fav rapper: I don’t listen to rap on a regular basis enough to have a fav but I like Mac Miller, Post Malone, and Tyler, The Creator

Fav soccer/hockey/tennis player: does Roy Kent count? lol

Color of your bedroom: in my apartment it’s beige 🥲 but my room at my parents is black and white with red accents

Fav politician: I don’t really like any enough to have a favorite but I support the ideas of Beto, AOC, and Bernie Sanders

Loyalty or lust: loyalty

Pizza or pasta: pasta

Are you vegan/veggie: no but I’m open to it, I’ll eat that way sometimes but I def need do research if I want to make a complete switch

Favorite time period: 1980’s tbh

Love or hate: love

Last series watched: newest season of The Crown, but the last series I watched from start to finish (that’s more than one season) is The Vampire Diaries, I think

Classical or rock music: rock 1000000%, rock music is part of the fabric of my being, can’t imagine my life without it

Fairy or dragon: fairy!!

GOT or LOTR: LOTR

I tag: @asxitxis @hamhammoody @wafflethecat @potato-jem @songonthewind @planetsoupo @sapphofyre @newtness532 @lgbtreader @damdams if y’all want to do it, no pressure!

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BOOK REVIEW ON BLOG AND YOUTUBE - Click on link in bio - I can't express enough how much I LOVED this book. Just got back from the movie. It's rare I can say I love the movie more than the book but I have to admit this one takes the cake! I won't say anymore because... - ...I'm exited to film the book to movie comparison review. I'll have that up in a few days! * * * #lgbtbooks #lgbtreads #lgbtyouth #lgbtteens #lgbtsupporter #lgbtsafeplace #lgbtsafezone #lgbtyoutubers #lgbtqsupport #booklife #bookblog #lgbtblogger #lgbtvlogger #bookishlove #booktube #bookcommunity #pansexualpride #diversebooks #diversereads #bookaddict #booknerd #bookworm #bookaholic #lovesimon #simonvsthehomosapiensagenda #beckyalbertalli #lgbtreader #lgbt

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Women turning to other women...

After leaving a violent relationship with a man.

My name is Anietta Strong. I’m an author who writes books where men hardly feature, or certainly not in a positive way. I have often wondered to what extent violent abusive men drive women into relationships they never imagined ever taking place. Where another woman provides the affection, comfort and security they desperately need. But does it necessarily become sexual? 

Recently, I wrote two books which explores this subject. Trelawny, features a woman who has escaped from an abusive relationship with a violent partner. Midge another. Both books tackled the abuse from different angles. Okay the end results were the same, bruises and loose teeth, but the reasons for the abuse were very different. Many men are controlling, the typical signs are to isolate the woman from friends and family, to decide what the woman wears. He controls her financially too. Worst still is their refusal to let go and in the case with Trelawny to pursue the woman who has left the abusive relationship and then turn up again in her life to reclaim his property. In the case of Midge, the cause of the violent abuse is not that different. A man who lives with the woman out of convenience, somewhere to live free of charge, sex on demand and violence meted out just for personal enjoyment. In Midge’s case the woman has gone for a day out at a coastal resort, needing time to think of a way forward, to seek a means to escape. She meets a man trying to move on after losing his wife to cancer. Even her day out is being closely monitored.

In many cases having left such a relationship, there will be reluctance to enter a new one. The woman might meet someone who doesn’t display those traits, but wasn’t that how the abusive relationship turned away from began in its infancy? Wasn’t the partner then attentive, loving and affectionate, but that changed over time? Can she risk entering a new relationship and gradually see the same signs of abuse returning? That first blow, the slap. The remorse that follows, “It’ll never happen again!” Knowing that it will, given time. In all my books, most of main characters suffered shocking abuse at the hands of men, two in particular, Petra Larson and Jennifer Wallace. In the case of the latter character, this abuse took place in childhood. Ironically both women have killed men. Both feature in The Petra Larson Story.

I realise not all women end up attracted to other women out of adversity. I imagine most are naturally attracted. There will always be women who seek out and find women attracted to themselves too. But, what about the woman who isn’t sure? She’s always wondered, but she hasn’t dared explore that path, preferring to remain in safer, well trodden territory. Usually marrying but being emotionally and sexually unsettled. Then, one day she meets someone of her own sex. She feels something – intimacy? Then the big dilemma, what to do about it. It might be at work, it might be her boss’s wife, worst still her husband’s boss’s wife. Dare she risk an approach and if so, how? She becomes obsessed, she yearns for that woman’s company, but doesn’t that make it even worse. Being close to someone, to look at lips she yearns to kiss, breasts she has a desire to touch, nipples protruding she is desperate to suck! A plump bottom she wants to reach out and grope. How does she deal with that because it won’t go away. In The Kiss, I explore that in a round about way, a woman has strange but disturbing feelings towards a work colleague, she’s unsure about her own feelings, let alone whether those feelings are shared. Kiss and all hell breaks loose! She tries it on in the lady's toilet, she got it wrong – or did she?

A writing partner of mine Sadie Stern, is a past “mistress” of this storyline. She has explored this in The Dinner Party and Two Women. She went on a different tack in The Interview, which explores another line of approach. In this case to grasp the nettle and seek another woman by answering an advertisement on a contact website featuring lesbian women. Whichever, something will eventually give, and sadly most women will remain in denial, remain fearful of exposure and be outed, risk destroying a working career because of misreading a situation or trying to find out if mutual attraction exists. Possibly the halfway house can work too, whereas in the case of most, but certainly not all, the characters in my books, swing both ways like a pendulum. 

I’ve enjoyed heading down this fascinating path and it is my intention to write still more. 

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In THE BASTARD PRNCE OF VERSAILLES, a novel inspired by true events, Count Louis of Vermandois is abandoned by his mother, abused by his uncle's gay lover, and rejected by his father, Louis XIV of France, when the king discovers his son's involvement in a secret gay fraternity. After being exiled, Count Louis struggles to redeem himself through heroism and self-sacrifice on the battlefield. Visit me at www.willbashor.com

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In The Bastard Prince of Versailles, a novel inspired by true events, Count Louis of Vermandois is abandoned by his mother, abused by his uncle's gay lover, and rejected by his father, Louis XIV of France, when the king discovers his son's involvement in a secret gay fraternity. After being exiled, Count Louis struggles to redeem himself through heroism and self-sacrifice on the battlefield.

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Chosen by Sadie Stern - an excerpt.

Fiona

I can’t believe I’m masturbating. While that act is not unusual for me, what is unusual are the circumstances which have taken my hand between my legs tonight and compelled me to run my fingers through its slippery folds and rub myself to climax. Normally, I’d watch porn, sometimes a passage within a book will turn me on so much, the inevitable journey of my hands in a downward direction is the only end result. Never before have I felt this need after just a brief chance encounter with someone who has made an impression of seismic proportion. As I continue to rub myself, I’m thinking back to that moment earlier. I was visiting a new bookstore in town. Some might smile at my description. It’s just called Heaven and for some, certainly not all, that is precisely what it is. The windows are plain. Opaque coverings inside mask its contents. Most bookstores place their wares in full view, after all, what is a book store without…… books? Now we are down to semantics; the study of meaning. Inside, some might argue over genre, even content. The books and magazines on sale in Heaven are not for everyone and those I have purchased have been the normal material for the purpose of masturbation.

I was leaving. Unusually I’d not seen anything to rouse my ardour. My period was due and while I became horny over the week that followed, it was the days preceding that took the spring out of my step. I reached the door which opened just as I arrived. That was when I saw her. I looked up and there she was. Tall, five ten in her heels. Dark haired and sultry, elegant in a way that only good breeding can achieve. High class and obviously well connected. So why is she entering Heaven, hardly Waterstones, this a down market, seedy book joint favoured mostly by men seeking good wanking material for later. Our eyes met. Hers were a vivid green, like a cat. She smiled as those same eyes bored into mine, then her pink tongue appeared and ran itself along her top lip. She slowly nodded too, she approved of what she could see. I shivered as I realised, she had licked her lips, just as anyone would having savoured a juicy raw steak and wondered how long she dare place it under the grill before it was served up on a plate ready for a welcoming mouth. I had a place for that mouth and especially a searching tongue. That place was wet already from my searching of a different sort, words meant to arouse and those lay behind me in their millions as I stepped out of the bookshop and maintaining eye contact throughout.

She slid past, moving in the opposite direction. Within seconds the door would close and the same window coverings which also extended to the door would block her out of my view. She’d be gone, what then? I turned and looked while the door slowly closed; one last smile and the briefest of flicks of pinkness from what I imagined was a probing tongue. Then she really was gone. What now, I could hang around like a lost puppy. A stray? Wait to have a collar placed around my neck and be led home? I laughed, that only happened in the books I liked to read. My name is Fiona Jones, I am submissive. I am lesbian too; I’m twenty-one years of age and I have recently graduated from university. I’d love to stay and see what happened when the door opened and she re-emerged. I wondered if she’d carry a bag, whose weight would determine how many books she had purchased. The question would be, which books? I couldn’t stay, I had an interview the following day and I needed to prepare. I was highly aroused now, my panties, if you could call what a wore by that name, were sodden and these needed replacing too. I’d have the irresistible urge to masturbate but I’d leave that until bedtime when I could get my box of toys working. Thankfully I kept a good supply of batteries in the same box and tonight I knew they would be put to good use.

I’d seen the advertisement for a personal assistant in a magazine. It was a graphic design business and its chief executive Ginevra Calivari was seeking a new personal assistant. I was puzzled by the type of magazine her company, Unique had placed its advert, it suggested its intention was to find someone with a certain je ne sais quoi? Did I have that certain undefinable quality? I wrote off more in hope than expectation. A recent photo was required and I had one taken by a friend when I had attended a final graduation party which certainly met the required timescales. I guess I can best be described as chic, tiny and with elfin features framed by a short boyish hairstyle which suited my blonde hair. I wore a party dress which ended well above the knee. Much further and I might have exposed too much. You see, that dress was all I wore! I can’t believe it even now, I’d been selected, short listed for interview and it was tomorrow!

I’m in bed now and those mysterious green eyes are plaguing my thinking. My hand is in its normal place, my fingers working their magic between my legs. I’m wet, when am I ever not wet. I’ve always been highly sexual. From the earliest of age, I’d placed a mirror, propped against my headboard and I’d lain on my back with my knees raised and my legs well apart. I was fascinated by my split, hairless mound. I knew my pink lips spilled out without any assistance. But I’d pull back my folds and expose its pink sodden contents. Even at eight I’d get wet and I quickly found where to rub and create an extraordinary sensation. Who knows what a climax is at that age? I did! I saw this pink bud peering out of its hooded protective hiding place. I wondered what it was? I soon found out the moment I touched it. I found this almost electric shiver run up my spine which stopped immediately I removed my finger from its tip. Rubbing it and encircling it brought on another feeling altogether. I’d watched my mother cook; she said milk had to be watched intently and as it rose up the side of the pan, the trick was to take it off the heat to prevent it spilling over. I soon learned to tease myself, prolong that moment. I now know the term edging describes this. Then, when I knew the inevitable result of continuing would create a messy explosion, I’d stop and start again. My mother took me to the doctor concerned I’d developed late-stage bed wetting but I knew different. I learned to take a towel to bed and I was suddenly cured of my affliction.

My mirror exploration didn’t stop at my clitoris. I now know its name of course. I looked at its depths; there was a void which begged its own exploration and it was certainly getting plenty tonight as I worked my new phallic object in and out. In my early exploration I found another place too if I lifted my bottom higher and parted my cheeks. This was pink too but something considered a rather forbidden place. Wasn’t that it’s appeal though? Didn’t everyone go and see, even enter a place forbidden entry? I knew then I could only be attracted to such anatomy. I learned at convent school that boys were different. I learned a lot about sin, sinful actions, and especially sinful thoughts. I was in the shower one day and a girl stood nearby. I reached out and touched her. She screamed and the consequences were dramatic. I found myself held over a desk later a nun holding my wrists while another crouched down and held my ankles. My bottom was bared and I bit my lip and refused to scream while a thick strap was applied multiple times to my bottom. Later, another sin as a masturbated in bed, my still warm bottom signalling another pleasure had been discovered - pain!

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An Excerpt from The Professor

A romantic story of hot lesbian sex by Anietta Strong

Penny

I’m standing in the corner, or one of several, I am naked and looking over I can see Lucy in another corner. As we were instructed, before being sent upstairs to prepare, we both have our hands on our head. My legs are parted too. I’m very nervous, this is way outside my comfort zone despite my brazen comments. At least I know it’s an act. Until very recently when I invited Michael back to stay the night, any romantic involvement was unheard of. Now I’ve ventured into new territory, testing something I’ve always wondered about myself. Did I like people of my own sex in a sexual way? I’d seen the cut down shorts in a charity shop, at 50p buying them wasn’t likely to break the bank but their effect when I’d worn them tonight had been electric. I’d never been quite sure when Miriam had moved in. The cottage next to mine had remained empty for years and I’d watched it slowly deteriorate. I couldn’t believe it when it suddenly went up for sale and was bought swiftly. Miriam didn’t look the type, but I could see she was unhappy, frequently deep in thought. I used to walk a lot at night, being out amongst the stars. I frequently passed close to her house after she’d moved in and I could hear her crying. She had obviously lost someone special and I so wished I could have comforted her.

I got to know her and I soon realised she had dropped out of society. She didn’t talk much about her past although she did mention she used to teach modern history at a London university. She mentioned her intention to start a small holding, try her hand at niche products such as cheeses made from sheep and goat’s milk. She even considered getting a small herd of buffalo, to make mozzarella, bocconcini, ricotta, feta, and halloumi cheeses. I soon talked her out of that! A few milking cows were a handful, but buffalo! She wasn’t bothered about getting her hands dirty either, she helped with milking and it was then I gradually started to have other feelings too. The main of which was was one of dependency. Then came the book. Michael had stayed over and was cooking breakfast, she arrived flushed and excited – her book had been accepted for publication. Our worlds changed from that day onward and it had culminated in me kissing her. Why? I didn’t know why or what to expect, but my actions this morning had brought me back later when her car pulled up. I wore a short tight-fitting dress and nothing else whatsoever underneath and now, hours later I was standing naked in her bedroom awaiting her attention.

‘That’s what I like to see, a nice plump bottom ready for spanking, except there are two now. How lucky can I get.’ Miriam announced her arrival. A shiver ran down my back. I’d never been spanked. My mother was strict but I never received as much as a slap across my legs. The fact I was naked was a telling factor, I had no doubts as to where that forthcoming spanking was to be directed. I knew Miriam was moving closer. I turned my head to look across at Lucy who was looking back at me. ‘Keep your nose pressed into the corner young lady, don’t look at her. You need to do the same Lucy, you’re in enough trouble as it is!’ I felt both hands cup my cheeks. I knew my bottom was tight and muscular. All those hours of toil had firmed my glutes. ‘I’ve thought about the possibility of this moment arising ever since I saw your rear end for the first time. You were bending over and I’ve taken a keen interest in it ever since. In fact, you knew that didn’t you Penny, I know you have recently put it on display even more haven’t you?’ I had, I’d caught her looking several times and as a result I’d posed in a way to place it in prime position.

‘Yes, Miriam.’ She now prised my cheeks apart and slid several fingers deep between.

‘Clench your cheeks.’ I did and she slid her hand back out.

‘I told Lucy you could crack a walnut between your cheeks. It was clearly an exaggeration but I’m going to compare your cheeks to those of Lucy whose are very cute but lacking in muscle tone. I’ll expect some improvement though, do you hear.’

‘Yes mummy.’ She answered. It seemed an odd reply, one I could understand in a way. Then a hand went between my legs. Untouched by human hand since a child. Now two hands had been there. Michael’s and now, extraordinary that of a woman. It wasn’t the touch of a doctor or gynaecologist either, this was sexual and I knew she was heading to the spot. Her fingers seemed to crawl through and then a finger reached my sensitive place. I shuddered and my knees went weak.

‘You masturbate don’t you? I saw you outside in sun, wind and rain. I never saw anyone else at your house, you rarely went out so I did wonder how you satisfied your sexual needs, a young woman with racing hormones, needing a solution to her arousal. Well?’ My God, this woman didn’t let up!

‘Yes, Miriam I do. In fact, after I kissed you this morning I went back home and I rubbed my spot until I had the ultimate feeling.’ I answered truthfully. I heard a giggle from Lucy. She was laughing at my naivety.

‘You mean you rubbed your clitoris until you climaxed. We all do it Penny including Lucy who will get two extra cane strokes for being hurtful.’

‘Yes mummy, I’m sorry Penny.’

‘Apology accepted.’ I replied. Miriam removed her hand and moved away. I wondered what was now going to happen. I didn’t have to wait long

‘Come here Penny.’ Miriam spoke in her soft but powerful voice. I turned and she was seated on the bed, halfway along it’s length. I moved towards her and stood legs apart before her. My pubes were at her eye level. ‘I sensed you were a redhead at heart. In the sunlight I often saw the colour of spun gold in your hair. It’s more pronounced further down.’ She tugged at my shaggy mound. ‘Do you like pubic hair, I used to but when stray grey hairs appeared I started to shave. Young Lucy shaves, don’t you?’ Miriam asked to which her now standard reply was returned.

‘Yes mummy.’

‘I’ve never considered them. I’ve seen pictures of naked women and their areas were shaven. I assumed it was so more of herself was visible to the person looking?’ I answered.

‘Personally, I prefer the pubic and vaginal area shaven, or certainly trimmed short. Some women have hair running between their cheeks, even part way up their back. Obviously, it’s a choice you have to make, it’s your body. Turn around, part your legs wide and bend over, lets see if this applies to you.’ I was horrified!

‘I can’t, you’d see everything, including my bum hole!’ I bleated. My mother always told me it was a disgusting place and only certain men had any interest in it.’

‘Bum hole? You can call it that in your home Penny, but in my home, you use it’s correct name, anus. It’s your anus and below it is your vagina and yes, you will be exposing both to my gaze, it’s the whole reason for the exercise.’ I felt a shiver run down my spine again, this woman’s voice could cut glass, she sounded too strict for me to consider disobeying her. She aroused me.

‘I realise that Miriam, but even so, it’s something I’ve never even considered. It’s so embarrassing, so humiliating.’ I tried to reason. I glanced across at Lucy who looked sympathetic. I realised she’d been here too.

‘I did say downstairs, that staying and playing with the grown ups would be that step up. You don’t have to do anything you don’t like.  Lucy, and I make complete love, no holds barred, nothing is off the table. We both have the same red lines, that of safety and human values. But ours is always consensual. If you feel you cannot do this, then it’s best you get dressed and go home.’ There it was, an ultimatum. I’d come this far and I’d been sexually aroused to levels unheard of with Michael. I knew I had to stay. I turned around parted my legs still further and bent over until my fingers touched the carpet. I felt my sticky buttocks part and cold air invaded what was then exposed to her. ‘There, that wasn’t too bad, was it?’ It was too late to argue. Everything was gaping, so nothing was now left to the imagination. Then horror. ‘Lucy, would you like to come and assist me. I can’t see very well where I’m looking with her tangle of distinctive red hair so I feel I need a second opinion.’ I went to argue but decided I’d only get the same response and I’d find myself alone in bed with no certainty Michael would be round later. I sensed movement and then I saw a pair of bare feet had arrived. Lucy’s body now pressed against my back, so there was no chance I could stop them now. I felt hands grasp each cheek and pull then open so wide I felt I might split.

‘No Miriam, I agree, Penny is clear of hair, or between her cheeks anyway, I can’t say the same for her vagina though.’ I felt a finger touch my anus, it was a strange word, new to me, but one I imagined I’d have to adopt now. Then a shock, hot lips pressed down and what I assumed to be a flicking pointed tongue was working its way around that area before it came to rest at its centre.

‘Oh my God, don’t stop, that feels so nice.’ I murmured with a trembling voice.

‘I think Penny is lesbian don’t you Lucy?’ I heard Miriam’s voice and her hot breath invading me as she spoke.

‘I do, would you like me to come over and shave you?’ Lucy then asked. I wondered if Miriam might object. There was none and all the action between my cheeks was rhythmic licking

‘I’ve never considered it but yes, if you don’t mind. Tomorrow?’ I suggested.

‘I’ll have to ask mummy if I can come out to play though.’ I couldn’t believe what I’d got myself into but I wasn’t complaining.

‘Yes, so long as you don’t stay too long. You get overtired and irritable.’ Well, I’d just heard the green light given. Then the mood changed and Miriam pulled away. My anus now felt cold as its wetness was exposed to the air. ‘Would you be so kind as to help Penny into the wheelbarrow position for her spanking.’ Lucy moved away and I stood up. Next, I was told to get on my knees and Lucy helped me climb up to straddle Miriam’s waist as she sat on the bed. A soft pillow was tossed down to rest my head upon. I was exposed once again but now in a position I understood from its description. ‘I’m now going to smack your bottom. I must admit I’ve looked forward to this moment.’ Miriam announced. I’d never been as much as slapped, I felt nothing but trepidation. ‘Are you ready?’ She asked. I didn’t feel I’d ever be ready, but I didn’t know what else to say.

‘Yes Miriam.’ I felt Miriam’s warm hand pat my cheeks then it was raised and brought down firmly.

SMACK!

‘Owww!’ I squealed. It stung. The blows continued. Smack after smack rained down on both cheeks and then round my flanks. I started to cry, then scream. It was relentless. Then it stopped and the same hand that had hurt so much was rubbing me, straying between my legs and seeking out my spot I now knew was my clitoris. Another pair of hands arrived and I felt cream being squeezed from a tube and rubbed into my burning cheeks. The pain had gone and now replaced by something much nicer. Miriam’s finger went to work on me and I started to get a very familiar feeling, but one which was building into something far greater than I’d ever experienced. The rubbing increased in intensity and another finger was on my anus. Between the two I felt unimaginable pleasure and it had reached a stage where there was to be no return. I breathed in deeply and let out a shattering roar as my climax took me over the cliff.

I’m downstairs now, we decided to have a break. We all sat around the kitchen table in matching towelling robes, mine a spare, but Miriam suggested getting our respective initials placed on each, as she anticipated we’d all three meet quite often.

‘I don’t do jealousy and if we all stick to that rule we will get along. I don’t think you’ll ever be in doubt you are lesbian do you Penny?’ Miriam asked. It was a question I didn’t answer before my mobile phone pinged to say I’d had a text message. I read it and placed the phone down dismissively. ‘I bet he’s cancelled?’ Miriam asked.

‘That obvious, was it?’ I replied.

‘I suspect you had your doubts all along.’ Lucy added.

‘I know, but it still hurts. So, what do I do now, I can’t muscle into your relationship, much as I’d like to. I can’t lock myself away like Miss Havisham in Dickens’s Great Expectations can I!’ I replied, irritated.

‘When I moved here, obviously heartbroken, I left it a few weeks and I started checking on Fetlife and there was to my surprise a kink group for lesbian women in the area. It has 50 members. I don’t think a vanilla relationship will cut it for you, so I suggest you check them out. I’ll give you the contact details. Our bed upstairs is plenty big enough for four, so, if you strike gold and find a nice girl of similar age to yourself, certainly not my age, then bring her along. She’ll need to have a cute arse though!’

‘That is news to me, but it just proves what a sheltered life I’ve led until now.’ I replied.

‘I bet you’ve never cum like that in your life!’ Miriam suggested.

‘Are you kidding! At one stage when I was midway through my climax, I thought my insides were dropping out’ I realised now, what made me take off into orbit was when Lucy had leaned down between my parted cheeks and licked me too. That, together with what Miriam was doing took me onto a new level and while Michael’s cock was very nice, what these two women were doing between them while I was trapped had given me pleasure in a way he couldn’t achieve if he tried between now and kingdom come. I was hooked line and sinker!

‘How’s your bottom?’ Miriam asked.

‘Warm!’ I replied.

‘Good, that is how it should be.’ She then asked me a question. ‘What are your plans now Michael isn’t coming, only I have plans for Lucy and I feel you shouldn’t be present.’ I felt a little like I was being dismissed.

‘I have things I can do, plus I have to be up just after five for milking, can I be nosy and ask what those plans are?’ Miriam looked at Lucy who looked back sheepishly.

‘Lucy and I have some issues to deal with which involves corporal punishment. I’m not sure you should be present, but that depends on you and whether Lucy minds you being here. It’s going to get very personal and very emotional.’ I was aware she’d mentioned caning Lucy, but I wasn’t totally sure she meant it. I wondered about the wisdom of remaining, I would feel like a voyeur or at least an intruder into something very private.

‘I’d like her to stay.’ Lucy announced. ‘She can comfort me.’ I was more than shocked. I was totally amazed.

‘I prefer you didn’t, do you mind? We can catchup tomorrow, besides Lucy has a little task to perform.’ I’d forgotten the shaving. I wondered about the wisdom of doing that. I loved my little red bush. I sensed tension in the room, possibly one borne out of fear. I didn’t know what was going to happen but I sensed there was a score to settle. I didn’t want to sit in the middle of something only two out of our trio could resolve so I got up, made my excuses, and went upstairs to dress.

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