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I am so honoured to be participating in EllCon 2018 – European Lesfic Literary Conference in Bristol on the 23rd and 24th of August this year. It promises a full programme (http://ellconmeet.org/programme/) of all sorts of entertainment and fun, including panel discussions, author readings, book signings and informal chats with all the exciting lesfic authors present.
You can find out more about the even here:

Some of the authors who will be joining in: http://ellconmeet.org/authors/
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And last but not least the EllCon mission: http://ellconmeet.org/mission/

 
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Alice: Review

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I am thrilled!! I have just received this amazing review on Amazon. Thank you Lily!

“I thoroughly enjoyed ‘Alice’ from start to finish. It is a compelling, can’t-put-it-down read. I have been waiting for more from this author since the last book, and this one does not disappoint. The characters are rich, the plot full of suspense and intrigue and the twists and turns of the story are very cleverly put together. All in all a very well written novel which I will read time and time again.”

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Alice: A Woman's Flight for Freedom

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A Lesbian Psychological Drama
All reaLity Is subjeCtivE

 

“Another fantastic, page-turner, featuring P.I. Toni Mendez on a case searching for Alice in South Africa.”

“A gripping and clever psychological drama about freedom and self-discovery that shows – All reaLity Is subjeCtivE.”

Alice, a young British woman, accompanies her husband, Dr Magnus McCroy, on a business trip to Camps Bay, South Africa, as the full time carer for his elderly mother. What starts out as an exciting visit to one of the most beautiful locations in the world soon spirals into a life-changing crisis, in which Alice leaves Magnus and embarks on a journey of self-discovery and quest for freedom.

From the start, Alice’s adventures in this unknown and perilous land prove most challenging. Repeatedly faced with unexpected situations and unforeseen hurdles, it is not always clear who is friend and who is foe.

Meanwhile, P.I. Toni Mendez is struggling at her own personal crossroads. So, when presented with an opportunity for some distance from her dilemma, she agrees to take on a new case — to find Alice in Cape Town and bring her home safely and as discreetly as possible, to the United Kingdom, to Dr McCroy and the ominous powers that support him.

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“A fantastic read!” – Shelly
“Great adventure! – and what a surprise” – Robby
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“I loved it. About time we have a novel like this set in SA” – Heather
“SA is now on my bucket list!” – Sylvia
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“I fell in love with Lisa!!” – Ricky
“I could not put it down!” – Naomi

 

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Food for thought!

“Wow. I love books like this. It bends reality and really makes you think.” – Joanna

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Lovely characters that live on in your head.

“I liked the plot and the story, but for me it was the characters. They are so different and unique. I can well imagine a world where they live on” – Louise

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Fantastic

“Sometimes I want to lose myself like Alice. What an adventure! I wish I was brave enough.” – Emily

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Definitely recommend it.

“It is a great, refereshing read with fully formed characters and an interesting escalating plot which keeps you hooked right until the end.” – Claire

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Another awesome read from Sam Skyborne

“I came across Sam skyborne at an author reading in London where I bought her two earlier novels, Simulation and RISK. As soon as I heard she had a new one out I got a copy off Amazon. Once again I was thrilled! I couldn’t put it down! It is a brilliant read. This one is a fast moving clever drama. Can’t wait for the next one, please!” – Eddie

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“I really enjoyed this book. It kept me engrosed all the way through and I loved the story. But the twist at the end was an extra special bonus and I had to read it all over again.” – AvidReader

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RISK Synopsis

Toni Mendez, an ex-cop turned private investigator in London, takes on a case to find the truth behind the violent murder of the young wife of a successful entrepreneur, Lucille Ransom-Evans. Little did she know that this case would bring to her door Maxine Bennett, a feisty, opinionated, American detective, on the hunt for a serial killer.

Maxine not only infiltrates Toni’s working life presenting a sore reminder of a profession she once loved, she also invades her private life by seducing her best friend, Lizbeth Du Cannon. As the investigation continues, Toni is immersed more and more, both professionally and privately, into a subculture she knew only from a distance – the LGBTQ+ world. She is forced to reassess everything she thought she knew about herself and the foundations of her long-term friendship with Lizbeth.


CONTENTS

  • About Sam Skyborne
  • Synopsis
  • Title
  • Copyright
  • Dedication
  • Acknowledgements
  • Epigraph
  • Chapter One
  • Chapter Two
  • Chapter Three
  • Chapter Four
  • Chapter Five
  • Chapter Six
  • Chapter Seven
  • Chapter Eight
  • Chapter Nine
  • Chapter Ten
  • Chapter Eleven
  • Chapter Twelve
  • Chapter Thirteen
  • Chapter Fourteen
  • Chapter Fifteen
  • Chapter Sixteen
  • Chapter Seventeen
  • Free Gift
  • Simulation Excerpt
  • Cat Sitting COMBO
  • Saying Sorry COMBO
  • Saying Sorry Book
  • Milton Book
  • The Yellow Tandem Book

ABOUT SAM SKYBORNE

Novels

  • Simulation: The Dawn of a Superhero
  • RISK: Three Crime-fighting Women Risk All for Love, Lust, and Justice

Lesbian Erotic Shorts (L.E.S) COMBO Collection

  • Cat Sitting: Lesbian Cat Custody Complications
  • Saying Sorry: A Queer & Complex Process

Queer Shorts Collection

  • Milton
  • The Yellow Tandem

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THREE CRIME-FIGHTING WOMEN

RISK

ALL FOR

LOVE, LUST AND JUSTICE

Sam Skyborne


RISK Published in 2017 by DukeBox and Foxy Press.

Copyright © 2017 Sam Skyborne

All rights reserved.

This novel or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

All characters and locations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real places or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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To all my girls with love!


Acknowledgements

Thank you to all the women who participated in the Whipped Cream Production “lesbian erotica investigations” that ultimately lead to the creation of RISK. It was a load of fun and luckily the investigations continue.

Thank you to all my wonderful friends and family who have lovingly and tirelessly helped and supported me on this journey.

I love and thank you from the bottom of my heart!


“…and then the day came

when the risk to remain tight,

in a bud,

became more painful

than the risk it took to blossom…”

Lassie Benton[1] 1979


CHAPTER ONE

Thursday

Toni ran her hand through her long dark hair. Her frustration was bubbling very close to the surface. She flicked through the next folder.

“Ransom-Evans. Ransom-Evans,” she muttered, grabbing the next file from the pile. She’d been a Private Investigator long enough that already her filing cabinets, like her small office, were bursting at the seams with paperwork all filed in precise chronological order.

Toni prided herself on having a particularly good memory and somewhere in the middle of this mountain of paper she was positive she had an article about the Ransom-Evans family from a few months earlier. If only she could remember the damned date.

Detective Maxine Bennett strode into the office carrying two coffees and a large box of doughnuts. “Didn’t think doughnuts would be so hard to find, especially in a ‘world city’,” she said in a soft but recognisably American accent as she scanned the room for an empty surface.

Maxine had apparently come over from New York earlier in the week, but her accent was definitely not broad enough to have originated solely from there, Toni thought. She also suspected Maxine knew London a lot better than she’d let on.

Unable to find a suitable clear surface, Maxine nudged aside the small silver plaque that read “Toni Mendez PI” on top of one of the more stable looking paper piles on Toni’s desk.

It’s only been three days and she already acts like she owns the place. Toni slammed another cabinet drawer closed and was about to reprimand Maxine when she caught sight of the teddy-bear tucked under her arm. The incongruity of it froze the acid remark on the tip of her tongue.

“Many things are quite different in London, Detective Bennett.” Though Toni kept the irritation out of her voice, her intent was clear.

“Let’s hope that goes for this case too.” Maxine sipped her coffee and studied the large freestanding whiteboard that stood crammed into the corner of the small office.

“She looks sorta sad.” Maxine indicated the photo of an attractive young woman in her thirties with dyed red hair and dark green eyes.

Toni glanced over. Erika Ransom-Evans did indeed look sad in a troubled, wistful way. Fragile at the very least.

She gave up on the article hunt and retrieved another headshot of a more masculine looking older woman with short greying hair wearing a man’s collared shirt and a v-neck jumper and pinned it next to Erika. She grabbed the blue marker pen, ripped the lid off with her teeth and wrote “Lucille Ransom-Evans” under the photo and drew an arrow from the photo of Erika to that of Lucille and labelled it “wife of”.

Toni stood back and studied her handy work. “They were together for thirteen years.” She shook her head slightly.

“What?” Maxine asked.

“No, nothing,” Toni nodded at Lucille. “I just feel for her. It can’t be easy losing one’s wife while having to be in the public eye like that.”

“No, it can’t be.”

“I’m sometimes very glad I’m not gay,” Toni continued.

Maxine almost spilt her hot drink. “You make it sound like a birth defect.”

“No, not at all, I just don’t think anyone would choose that life if they had a choice. It must be so much harder. Would you?” Toni asked frowning.

“I think you’ll find many people do. Not everyone sees it as a curse or something to be ashamed of.”

“You really think someone would choose a life in which you are at best constantly discriminated against, and at worst victimised or brutally murdered?” There had been varying levels of tension between them since Maxine’s arrival and Toni had just about had enough of being contradicted at every corner.

Lizbeth’s head felt thick. She sat back into the one luxury item she allowed herself in her otherwise utilitarian office—her ergonomically designed desk chair. She took off her rimless glasses and rubbed her tired feet. She was looking forward to finally getting out of her heels, but that would have to wait for a few more hours yet.

She stuffed the case files she was working on into her briefcase, turned off her desk-lamp and headed out of her office.

Lawrence, a tall young man with dark eyes and a head of dark curls was making his way along the corridor towards her.

From beyond him came the strains of a heated argument in one of the other offices lining the corridor.

As she approached him, he smiled shyly at her.

“Hey Lawrence,” Lizbeth said. “I hear she’s still in.” She nodded in the direction of the raised voices.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I left her to it. Seems she’s met her match.” He risked a little laugh before shifting into slightly safer territory. “I should have those surveillance photos for you in a few days. I’m doing my last night-watch tonight.”

“Thank you. That’d be good. I’ll have to come along as an observer next time.”

A scarlet tinge crept over Lawrence’s barely post-pubescent complexion. “Oh, it sounds a lot more exciting than it is.”

“So you say.” Lizbeth lifted the briefcase in her hand slightly. “I’m sure it beats courtroom preparation.”

“Okay, you win.” Lawrence laughed.

“Well, good luck,” Lizbeth said, sensing she’d reached the extent of small talk Lawrence was comfortable with. “I hope it’s not a long night.”

“Thanks. You too.”

Lizbeth watched him head down the corridor to the main lifts. She liked Lawrence although he always seemed to be a bit awkward around her. She often wondered how a well-mannered, intelligent young man like him ended up as an Assistant Private Investigator. She suspected he had the aptitude to be able to pick any career he wished and the ability to blend in almost anywhere. Perhaps that was precisely the reason why he was cut out for private investigation.

She carried on towards the source of the voices.

Lizbeth knocked on the door.

Toni stood with her tall frame bent forward, her hands leaning on her desk in what would, to the uninitiated, seem like a rather aggressive pose. She was clearly trying to emphasise a point.

Toni looked at her, nodding in acknowledgement but did not miss a beat.

“No one in their right mind would choose a harder life where you would be at risk like this!” Toni said, poking at a set of photographs on the desk, out of view from Lizbeth.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Lizbeth said.

“No. We’re just having a friendly disagreement,” Toni said, pushing herself up from the desk.

“Need a mediator?” Lizbeth asked.

She noticed the flush on Toni’s cheeks, tainting her normally fair complexion, a side effect of her passion which Lizbeth recognised from the many ardent debates she and Toni had had. That was one of the many things Lizbeth enjoyed about her friend. She was very passionate and not to mention stubborn. She would have made a worthy opponent in the courtroom.

“I doubt it’ll help,” Toni said.

Lizbeth glanced over to see who was the cause of Toni’s vexation. She was startled to find a stunning woman, with a perfect white smile and a pair of piercing green eyes, partly obscured by a sexy long brown fringe and jaw length short hair, who was almost brazenly appraising Lizbeth from her perch on the edge of the overcrowded corner trestle table.

Thanks to years in the courtroom, Lizbeth kept her composure.

“Lizbeth Du Cannon,” she said, extending her hand.

“Maxine Bennett,” the woman said, taking Lizbeth’s hand in both of her own.

Lizbeth could almost feel the sparks sizzling in the air.

“Detective Bennett is here begging favours all the way from the United States,” Toni said. “She seems to think that people, like our vic, chose to be gay, and be victimised and murdered.”

Thankfully this jolted Lizbeth back to reality, breaking the spell that was sucking her in.

Maxine seamlessly continued. “All I said was… being gay should not be a cause for pity. No one should be victimised whether they are gay or straight. Being gay is a wonderful fulfilling thing and a free choice, to be as proud of as being straight.”

Lizbeth almost laughed at the incredulous look on Toni’s face.

“Who you sleep with should be no bigger deal than choosing what to wear or what to have for dinner,” Maxine continued.

Lizbeth found it both shocking and wonderfully refreshing to hear someone be so candid and articulate about sexuality.

“This is hardly a question of meat or no meat!” Toni looked to Lizbeth for support. “Do you believe this bullshit?”

Lizbeth inwardly squirmed at now having both sets of eyes on her, waiting for some kind of divine decree. She also could see that trying to explain to Toni that she was misunderstanding Maxine and, explain to Maxine that Toni was just feeling for the victim would take some doing.

She decided on the safer option. “So what brings you to our little island?” she asked Maxine.

Maxine smiled, clearly recognising Lizbeth’s segue. “A case I’ve been working back home has some similarities to this one.”

“Can you share the basics of this case so I have a context at least?” Lizbeth asked them both.

“My out lesbian client’s young wife got bludgeoned to death in an alleyway one night and the police have not been able to solve the case. She thinks it could be foul play since she is a high-profile person in her community. Detective Bennett here thinks my case could be related to hers,” Toni explained.

“Well, I’m here to look into that,” Maxine said, focussing her sea-green eyes on Lizbeth. The effect was almost physical. Lizbeth could imagine this woman having secret superpowers with which to mesmerise her victims, before she had her wild way with them. Suddenly images of a toned, naked, Maxine, in the throes of passion, flooded Lizbeth’s mind.

“So, what do you think?” Maxine asked.

Lizbeth’s mouth felt dry and she needed to swallow a couple of times before she could speak. “About what?”

“About a prospective bedmate?”

Lizbeth tried hard to focus her thoughts. “I would agree. Who you go to bed with should be of no consequence to anyone else and ultimately be an act of unfettered volition.” She cringed at how hammy that sounded. The effect of nerves. Luckily, in court one could more or less get away with it, but her father, a straight-talking country-man, would have accused her of trying to “baffle them with bullshit.”

“You really going to take her side?” Toni interrupted, her exasperation clear.

Lizbeth had momentarily forgotten Toni was there.

“However, sadly,” Lizbeth continued, “who one falls in love with is far less controllable. And that is single-handedly, in my view, the cause of most evils known to humanity.” How did she end up in this situation? “So really anyone who falls in love ill-fatedly should perhaps be pitied.” Lizbeth could feel the prickles of adrenaline around her temples—something she only ever experienced when arguing a high stakes case in court.

“Okay, that’s it! I’ve heard enough. It’s time to call it a night.” Toni stuffed the rest of the files of archived cuttings back into the cabinet and slammed the last drawer shut.

“Bennett, I’ll take this up with you on Monday morning. Lizbeth, you and I have a date.”

Lizbeth noticed Maxine raise her eyebrows and a look of slight amusement cross her features. Thankfully Toni missed that. When Maxine glanced over at Lizbeth, she shook her head and blushed.

Maxine gave her another breathtaking smile. “Is she always this bossy?”

“Mostly, but you get used to it.” Lizbeth was grateful to be let off the hook.

Maxine stepped closer holding out her hand once more. “It was a pleasure to meet you Ms Du Cannon.”

“Lizbeth, please.” She was distracted by the soft, warm, gentle, but assured, pressure that once again enveloped her hand. She resisted stroking the soft skin beneath her fingers. “Likewise.”

With a last gentle squeeze, Maxine let go and headed toward the door. On the way, she grabbed the box of doughnuts and the teddy-bear and, without turning back, raised a hand in a casual finger wave. “Laters, Mendez.” Then she was gone.

Damn! Lizbeth thought.

Lizbeth sipped her wine, watching Toni shamelessly tuck into her bowl of pasta. It always amazed her that Toni was so slim, considering the quantities she consumed.

Lizbeth had chosen their favourite Italian restaurant for dinner. She liked coming there midweek, after a long day at the office, because it was usually not too busy and the food was really good. Not to mention, they served her favourite Italian wine.

So far the food and alcohol had been flowing freely enough to put them both in a very mellow mood.

“So, who is this Detective Bennett?” Lizbeth asked.

Toni playfully choked on her mouthful of ravioli. “Can we really not spoil my dinner, please?”

Lizbeth laughed but waited for Toni to answer.

“She’s a stubborn, opinionated and arrogant police detective from the US What more do you want to know?”

“You two are bound to work well together then.”

Toni rolled her eyes. “Not a chance! I agreed she could ride along for a few days until she finds her feet, but after that she’s on her own. I work alone.”

“What about Lawrence?”

“That’s different.”

“Different how? He works with you.”

“Exactly! He works for me.” Toni gesticulated with her fork to emphasise the point. “He’s my assistant and knows his place.”

Lizbeth laughed at Toni’s posturing. She had known Toni and Lawrence for three years and had seen them work together all that time. She knew they were an amazing team and that Toni had a lot of respect for him.

“Why is Detective Bennett here?” Lizbeth continued, not wanting to lose the opportunity to find out more while Toni was in a sharing mood.

“The case she mentioned went cold. Then using her ‘almighty detecting skills’ she found out about my case and got in touch.”

“I detect a note of professional jealousy.” Lizbeth knew she was playing with fire.

“Hardly!” Toni scoffed and then popped another ravioli into her mouth.

“But, why come to you?”

“You mean why would a ‘Detective’ fraternise with a lowly ‘PI’?”

“No. I meant, if she thought the cases were related, why not go through official channels?”

Toni took a swig of her beer and contemplated her answer. “I don’t know,” she said. “Perhaps she also finds official channels overrated.” Toni shrugged and stabbed at another ravioli.

“We know ‘rules suffocate your creative instincts’,” Lizbeth teased.

Toni leant over and with her folk stabbed a chip on Lizbeth’s plate. “Rules are meant to be broken,” she said with a cheeky grin before so took a large bite of the chip.

“Yes, yes, ‘and that’s what gives you your edge’,” Lizbeth quoted the line Toni had used so often when defending her dodgier investigative techniques.

Lizbeth thought back to Maxine’s shameless appraisal of her. “You’re right,” she said, “Detective Bennett doesn’t strike me as someone who plays by other people’s rules either.”

“She’s too used to wielding her badge like it’s some sort of special weapon.”

“You mean she likes to call the shots?” Lizbeth could not resist.

“And some!” Toni missed the tease.

“Again, it sounds like another wannabe-superhero I know,” Lizbeth said, waiting for Toni to catch up.

This time Toni feigned a chest pain. “This superhero is wounded.” She dipped her fingers into her water glass and playfully flicked Lizbeth. “But, she can still fight back.”

Lizbeth loved times like these with Toni—relaxed and playful.


CHAPTER TWO

Friday

Toni checked her watch as she trotted towards the park. She knew she was late and tardiness was one of her pet-hates even though she seemed to be victim to it more often than she would have liked.

As she rounded the corner she spotted little Three, her bleached white crop making her easily identifiable from a distance. She was sitting in their usual meeting place, on a green bench, which was slightly secluded and shielded from prying eyes by a clump of rhododendron bushes.

As Toni approached, “You’re late!” Three said in a borderline petulant tone without looking up. Instead, she was studying, and only barely resisting to pick at, a new partly healed tattoo on her wrist.

“Sorry! I know.” Toni knew better than to point out Three’s teenage behaviours.

“What have you got for me?” Toni asked.

“Copies.” Three looked up and Toni saw she had a lolly stuck in her mouth.

“You really should consider giving that shit up,” Toni said. She did not approve of Three’s high-sugar diet.

Three ignored the comment and handed her an envelope.

Toni opened it. There were notes and some photocopies of photographs of a crime scene. It took Toni a few seconds to orientate herself around the black and white images before she recognised Erika Ransom-Evans’ lifeless body.

“Is this all?” Toni checked inside the envelope once more.

Three popped the lolly out of her mouth with a loud smack. “I’m not even going to answer that.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. I’m just a little frustrated with this drip feed.”

Three looked up frowning.

“I know it’s not your fault,” Toni said quickly. The last thing she wanted was to offend Three. She was one of her best contacts, and her main information channel into the police. More than that they had become friends over the past couple of years.

Toni scanned the notes and read the highlights quickly. Then it struck her. “What! The case is officially closed? You sure?”

Three sucked at her lolly loudly. “Don’t look at me. I’m only the geek and in this case, I only copied and am passing on the info.” She studied the lolly, watching the sherbet ooze from its sides. “Aiden did say to tell you to tread lightly.”

When they first met, it had taken Toni a while to get used to Three’s blunt, informal and sometimes quirky manner—not something that would normally be tolerated in the police force. But somehow, as an external IT consultant, Three could get away with it. Detective Sergeant Aiden Duncan seemed to turn a blind eye to any manner of misdemeanours in favour of having good consultants to work with, Toni thought, recalling her own little interlude with him.

“Seems my client wasn’t entirely truthful. I’ll have to have another word.” Toni slid the copies back into the envelope. “I know it’s asking a lot but could you get me the full case files, like tomorrow?”

Three resumed sucking on her lolly.

“Three!” Toni was getting impatient with the delay tactics.

“I’ll ask the boss, but it’ll take some time to get them.”

Toni recognised the informant routine Three picked up from old episodes of detective dramas she so loved to watch.

“Okay,” Toni rolled her eyes. “I could make it worth your while.”

“How worth my while?” came the quick response.

“How about a sparring session on Saturday, provided I have the files before then.”

Three made an elaborate show of considering her next move. Then swiftly she got up and stuck out her hand. “Deal!” Instantly her face contorted into the sweetest, most mischievous smile. This was the real Three that Toni had grown to love like her own little sister.

Toni had barely extended her own hand when Three, in a few expert moves twirled, tucked and flipped Toni onto her back on the grass. Looking down on Toni, Three smiled and popped her lolly back into her mouth. She then turned and started to leave, calling back over her shoulder. “See you Saturday.”

“What? Wait. You mean Aiden has already agreed?” Toni called after her. She knew that Three would have had to get permission from Aiden first and then get all the files from the archives. That normally took some time.

She saw Three shrug her shoulders.

Toni smiled to herself. She realised she had been played and that Three must already be on it. She could not help feeling a little proud.

On her way back from yoga, Lizbeth picked up a couple of DVDs she hoped Toni would like from probably the last DVD rental shop left on earth.

She did not consider herself a Luddite but she did sometimes yearn for her younger years when things were a little less instant and more valued. She often argued with Toni who was adamantly in favour of instant gratification and wanted them to download ‘the latest’ and ‘greatest’ or ‘next big thing’ from this VOD platform or that App-Store. It was because of Toni she had finally replaced her trusty tube television with the thirty-seven inch flat screen that now hung on her wall. The clincher was on account of a very compelling space saving argument that Toni had presented. However, when Toni became adamant that no self-respecting consumer would own an HD TV without a decent Blu Ray player to take full advantage of the HD features, Lizbeth did point out that what she had gained in space on account of a slimmer TV she had now lost by adding yet another box to the setup. As a result, the debate about connecting her TV to the internet was still ongoing.

When she got home she had a long soak in the bath. She had hardly slept at all the night before. She needed to make a decision. Meeting Maxine Bennett had unsettled her more than she would have liked. It had triggered something in her, something that she had hoped would never raise its cunning head again, something that had taken a good chunk of her paycheque and about nine months’ worth of therapy to bury in favour of peace, calm and an amicable friendship.

Lizbeth stood in front of a glass fronted wooden cabinet in her lounge. She did not often feel nervous. But she noticed her hands were trembling a little as she reached up onto a shelf above her head to retrieve the small key. This was the key to unlock a drawer at the bottom which housed her private collection of DVDs.

Lizbeth smiled to herself as she ran her fingers along the DVD spines. It felt like seeing old friends. Finally, she picked one out.

She closed and locked the drawer and then replaced the key in its hiding place.

She added the DVD to the collection from the store on her coffee table.

The front door burst open and Toni rushed in carrying a large pizza box.

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Okay, I got Hawaiian with extra peppers and half chilli.” Toni dropped the pizza box on the coffee table and shrugged off her jacket.

“Sounds good,” Lizbeth said. “I’ve got a Shiraz breathing and beers for you chilling in the fridge.”

Toni grabbed a slice of pizza and took a large bite. “Uh, good! I’m famished!” she said with a mouth full. She dropped the slice back in the box and headed to a cabinet in Lizbeth’s open plan kitchen where she retrieved a couple of plates and napkins which she placed neatly on the coffee table. Then she picked up her half-eaten slice and continued to chomp through it, ignoring the plates and napkins completely, while flicking through the DVD collection.

Lizbeth observed Toni while pouring herself a wine. She took a large gulp before topping up her glass. She opened a beer and brought them through to the lounge.

“What’s this? I’ve never heard of it,” Toni said, licking the tomato paste off her fingers while studying a DVD cover.

“Oh, that.” Lizbeth tried to sound as casual as possible. “I thought it might be educational considering your recent spat with that detective—maybe help you get an insight into your case.”

Toni flipped the DVD over to read the back cover.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she said. “You know I’m not good at romances, and I certainly don’t need an education in school girl crushes.”

Lizbeth sat down on the couch and took a bracing sip of her wine. “So you’re an expert then?”

“No… but I know enough. We had one of those girls in my school.”

“Which girls?”

Those. You know… A lesbian.”

“Oh? And how did you know she was a lesbian? Did she come on to you?”

That caught Toni’s attention. “No! There were rumours—”

“Wow rumours! I think in adult land they call that hearsay.” Lizbeth had to try hard not to let her irritation shine through. “Let’s be honest, Toni, you wouldn’t know ‘a crush’ if it bit you on the backside.”

Toni, still with the DVD in hand, came to sit on the couch next to Lizbeth.

“Seriously? You want to watch this?” she asked.

Lizbeth did not react.

“Okay, let’s watch it,” Toni said, and handed Lizbeth the DVD, grabbed another slice of pizza and her beer and flopped back onto the couch.

As calmly as possible, Lizbeth got up and loaded the DVD, dimmed the lights and took a seat next to Toni. In the dark she leant back, clutched her wine glass and prepared surreptitiously to watch Toni’s reactions.

Toni fidgeted non-stop.

Lizbeth could not take it any longer. She got up and switched off the DVD and headed to the kitchen to fill her glass.

“Why did you turn it off?” Toni asked. “You could’ve just hit pause.”

“Because you’re clearly bored and not interested.”

“Don’t be silly. I was watching.”

“You’ve hardly sat still for thirty seconds.”

Toni hesitated for a moment and then changed track. “Okay, but why the big deal? Why do you want to watch this, anyway?”

Lizbeth took a big sip of her wine.

“Oh,” Toni said, “little ‘Miss Cum Laude’ had a school girl crush?” Toni patted the couch next to her. “Want to come tell me about it?”

Lizbeth took a deep breath. She did not want Toni to make fun of her, but figured this was too important not to do. Maybe Toni will surprise her, she thought. She grabbed her glass and returned to the couch.

“Okay,” Lizbeth said, “but only if you promise not to interrupt or say anything until you have heard me out.”

Toni feigned innocence and mimed locking her lips and tossing away the key.

Lizbeth sat down and braced herself, glancing at Toni from the corner of her eye. Then she began.

“I was sixteen. Back then I thought I wanted to be a botanist. My biology teacher introduced me to a senior student who could tutor me in more advanced areas outside of the curriculum. We used to meet for a couple of hours after school in the biology lab to study organisms and do dissections… That day I was having difficulty with a particular incision… She…”

Lizbeth sensed Toni stiffen on the couch next to her. She knew Toni was busting a gut not to interrupt, but she was going to finish her story. She closed her eyes and continued.

“She came up behind me, took my hand and guided it, while steadying me with her body.” Lizbeth could remember that day like it was yesterday. The feelings still as real and tangible as if it was happening to her right then. “The feeling…Her soft breath tickled my ear as she explained the technique…It was exquisite… I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Lizbeth opened her eyes. There was a long pause.

“What happened?” Toni’s voice was hoarse.

“Sadly nothing.” Lizbeth replied as matter of factly as she could, trying to keep the regret from her voice.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know. You never said!” Toni said softly.

Suddenly Lizbeth felt exposed and vulnerable under Toni’s gaze. “It may come as a surprise but you don’t know everything about me,” Lizbeth said with a defensive dose of flippant humour.

It worked. Whatever guard had come down between them in those few minutes snapped right back in place, with Toni back on the offensive, protecting her mate’s honour. “You were just a girl, vulnerable. She took advantage of you… How old was she?”

“It’s not about age.” Lizbeth shook her head realising Toni was not getting the point. “She was not even a year older than me, in her final year.”

Toni hardly missed a beat. “School-girl crushes aren’t real. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Lizbeth shook her head but in that instant she could not find the courage to argue further. She had hoped Toni would ask her more about it, encouraging a conversation, but in a typical Toni way, since it was something she clearly did not want to deal with, she shut it down. Maybe that was okay?

“Anyway,” Lizbeth said after a long silence, “let’s watch something else before it gets too late.”

The next film, to Lizbeth’s relief, went down much better.

Normally, after a DVD night, Toni would have stayed over in the guest bedroom but she needed to be up very early to meet Three the next day.

“Are you sure I can’t help clear up at least?” Toni asked.

“No. It’s fine. I’ll take care of it.” The events of earlier had emotionally exhausted Lizbeth and she was relieved to have some time alone. Not that she did not love having Toni around, but on this occasion she just needed some space.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lizbeth nodded and saw Toni out.

She closed the front-door and leant back against it for a few seconds. Well, that went well! Not! She thought.

Finally, she pushed herself away from the door and went back into the lounge to assess the carnage. She started to clean up but noticed the discarded DVD on the coffee table. She picked it up and loaded it into the DVD player. The player remembered where they had stopped viewing and automatically continued to play. Lizbeth knew which scene was coming next and that, at the time, with Toni fidgeting and clearly very uncomfortable was just a bit too much to endure.

Now she settled down on the couch and continued to watch. It was one of her favourite parts. The agonising buildup of the seduction followed by the ferocious consummation by the two women, never failed to inspire her imagination and fuel her own fantasies.

She lay back and slipped her hand into her panties, gently starting to caress herself. Her eyes closed at the sweet sensations and her mind flooded with evocative and arousing images.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Oh… T—” Her eyes snapped open. Shit! Had she just…? She sat up and dropped her head in her hands. “Fuck!”

Irritated she turned off the DVD and threw the remote on the couch. She got up, turned off the light and went to bed.

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Holiday Snaps - Hookey and me (Follow on from Holiday Romance)

As so often happens with holiday romance stories… sometimes one can get carried away. 🙄 “He”/”she”, who seemed like “Prince/ss Charming” at the time, turns out to be a real toad as time goes by and they forget to text or write or message….

So, just to prove that I was not making it up, I thought I’d post two lovely holiday snaps of my tall dark handsome stranger.

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Whaleshark - Holiday Romance

It is a true story, even though the telling of it is creative…

Whaleshark Snorkelling Holiday Romance

Sometimes reality is better than fiction. That is me in the picture!

He was a tall (2.5 meter long) dark stranger. We met one morning in late September just off the shore of a beautiful tropical island. I can honestly say, for me, it was love at first sight.

As often happens in these situations, when they sneak up on you, I was not looking at my best. I was wearing an ill-fitting bikini which was clinging a little too snugly across the bulges that had come to rest on my midriff during the recent over indulgent summer holiday. To add to the ensemble, I had a red over sized life-jacket tightly strapped over the top making me look like a beached baby whale in a corset. I had patiently waited my turn to take the plunge off of the twelve foot luxury yacht that had brought us out for our morning snorkel excursion. When it came to it I tried, but I suspect failed, not to plop too inelegantly into the azure water.

I was still catching my breath from the shock of submerging my small rotund self in the chilled salt water, bobbing uncontrollably like a buoy, when he glided up next to me, catching me by surprise. In contrast to my frenetic splutters and splashes, his large, lithe form was confidently languid, moving with effortless grace. His wise but little eyes gave me the once-over and then with an imperceptible nod he invited me on a tour of his world. Yes, he invited me, or so it felt, even though there was a whole gaggle of snorkelers clambering over each other (literally swimming over one another, fighting, flapping fins in faces) to get closer to him.

Very, very calmly and considerately he took the lead, gently guiding our path. Like a true gentleman, he’d slow down when I could not keep up, or I got water in the spout, or I steamed up my goggles. Once I’d caught my breath or he thought I might be getting bored, he’d speed up again, alternating in just the right proportions between diving down, swimming deeper to show me interesting things on the ocean floor, and surfacing to snuggle in closer for a more intimate exchange. Together we danced an intoxicating dance through the cobalt blue of the Indian Ocean and for three short hours I felt like the queen at the prom and he was my king.

Then, when it was over and my ride was ready to leave, I thanked him and blew him a kiss. Like the mysterious tall dark stranger he is, he nodded, bid me farewell “until we meet again” and disappeared off into the deep blue distance.

And we, Hooky and I, will meet again. I’m sure of it.

It was a brief but awesome encounter – the type that will feed fantasies for a lifetime.

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Milton

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A Story about Love & the Road to Recovery

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An older physically disabled lesbian grandmother, Milton, finds love in a very unlikely place and how that almost miraculously turns her life around.

 
 
 
 

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Three Crime-fighting Women RISK All for Love, Lust and Justice

A Lesbian Crime Thriller & Romance!

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Hot new crime thriller – A gripping, racy page-turner, starring three strong, sexy female protagonists on the hunt for a psychotic killer.

“In the dark domains of crime, lust and love – innocence and guilt mix like blood and water. Will Toni RISK it all to catch the psychotic killer?”

Toni Mendez, an ex-cop turned private investigator in London, takes on a case to find the truth behind the violent murder of the young wife of a successful entrepreneur, Lucille Ransom-Evans. Little did she know that this case would bring to her door Maxine Bennett, a feisty, opinionated, American detective, on the hunt for a serial killer.

Maxine not only infiltrates Toni’s working life presenting a sore reminder of a profession she once loved, she also invades her private life by seducing her best friend, Lizbeth Du Cannon. As the investigation continues, Toni is immersed more and more, both professionally and privately, into a subculture she knew only from a distance – the LGBTQ+ world. She is forced to reassess everything she thought she knew about herself and the foundations of her long-term friendship with Lizbeth.

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“A complete thrill!” – Melonie
“Don’t read on the Tube! – TOO HOT” – Rosie
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Loved it!

“It is 2am. I’ve just finished this book. I picked it up last night at 9 thinking I’d read a few pages. Now I am buzzing! 😉 Loved it. Loved the fact that it was sexy and also engaged my brain in a good story.” – Jacky

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A really good read

“I really enjoyed everything about this book. The characters are excellent & you really feel you get to know them and can relate to them. There are lots of twists & turns along the way which you don’t see coming & which keep you turning pages. RISK cleverly combines crime, romance, and some brilliantly written sex-scenes, and is a great read from start to finish. I really appreciate the fact this book has a real story line and plot, and that the additional romance within its pages just happens to be between women. Definitely recommended.” – Lily

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A thoroughly enjoyable read

“Risk is a fast – paced, exciting book with a host of interesting and relatable characters and a lot of hot intimate scenes! I read the whole book in one sitting and was kept guessing right up until the end. I would thoroughly recommend this book to anyone who appreciates good crime writing and strong female characters!” – Elly

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Stimulating Page turner

“Not your usual detective novel, yes it has a crime, intrigue but this book offers more, much more.
The sexual tension between the detectives is well,…. Very tense.
This is a gripping page turner in every sense of the word, both for plot and characterisation.
Yes it deals with lesbian relationships which are often fraught. But it is not your usual shallow lesbian novel, this spreads it’s wings further, it captures your imagination and draws you in.
This book is definitely a Risk worth taking”
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“Bought this from the author at #LFest and I couldn’t put it down!!! It’s a brilliant read – I’ve been waiting for another story from Sam Skyborne and RISK doesn’t disappoint. It’s a real page-turner: a great story, fast moving with lots to it as well as three strong – and sexy – female leads. Now all we need is a follow up, please!” – Ally

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Fun Sexy Read!

“I really enjoyed this book. I hate to sound cliche but….I had a hard time putting it down. The crime aspect is well thought out and kept me engrossed and to be blunt…it is sexy as hell (and that really kept me engrossed). The squirming sexual “awakening” of Toni was fun to follow. I don’t like reviews that give away the entire plot so suffice to say….I really enjoyed it, it was a fun read, and I recommend it!” – Musiclover

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FRINGE: Getting to know yourself - 06

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Chapter 6

When Olivia opened her eyes again it was early afternoon. She had slept for a lot longer than she had anticipated.

She glanced around the room. There was no sign of Liv. She got up, retrieved her shorts and t-shirt from the floor and put them back on.

The flat seemed very quiet. As she was about to call out, she spotted Liv in the bedroom. She was lying on the bed, flat out on her stomach, still naked.

Olivia approached the bedroom and was about to launch into an extended apology when she realised Liv was fast asleep. She stopped next to the bed and admired the beautiful sleeping form. Again she wondered whether that was what she looks like.

She sat down carefully on the side of the bed. She noticed that Liv had the same birthmark on the inside of her thigh. She could not help herself, she touched it gently. Then she noticed a short deep scar higher up. She run a her fingers up Liv’s thigh and stroked the rough contours of the scar—a scar she did not have. It was amazing. Two people, so nearly identical, in every way, except the bumps, bruises and scars life and imprinted on them.

Olivia was so engrossed in her examination that she had not realised, until that moment, that Liv’s eyes were open and she was indeed awake. Olivia guessed‑ that Liv had chosen to remain still, not wanting to interrupt Olivia’s exploration.

Liv looked up at Olivia, smiling slightly. She slowly rolled over onto her back, propping her hands under her head.

Olivia knew what she was doing. So, she continued her gentle tactile exploration of Liv’s body starting at her feet, up her legs, over her hips, up her torso, gently caressing each mole, each perfect imperfection.

Olivia noticed that Liv’s nipples had gone hard. She realised that this gentle caress must feel quite sensual. She smiled back at Liv and continued her ministrations, but now, more as a deliberate soft tickle.

She stroked Olivia’s torso and chest, being careful to avoid any overly intimate contact. After a while, she noticed that as her hands neared Liv’s nipples, she would bite her lip and arch her back a little. Olivia thought Liv wanted her to touch her, but she was not sure. She wanted to ask Liv’s permission somehow, but did not know how. During her distracted moment of thought, her hand wandered down to Liv’s hip and away from her chest.

Liv must have taken that as reluctance because the next minute she sat up, catching Olivia’s hand between hers.

“It’s okay,” Liv said. “I realise this is not you.” She kissed Olivia’s hand and swung her feet off over the other side of the bed, turning her back to her.

Panic washed over Olivia. Not knowing what else to do, she got up, walked around the bed and sat down next to Liv.

When Liv did not look at her she gathered her courage. “It’s not that,” she said, not quite sure how to explain it. “It’s not that it is not me. I fear it is me.

Liv turned and looked at her, searching her eyes.

Olivia could not handle the scrutiny. She cast her eyes down, suddenly finding something fascinating in the palm of her hand. “I just,” she hesitated, feeling really stupid and vulnerable. “I just don’t think I will know what to do.”

She looked up into Liv’s eyes and shrugged with a little nervous laugh.

Before she knew what had happened, she felt Liv’s soft warm lips on hers. Her mind went calm. All she could think of was the exquisite feeling. She wanted more. Then she felt Liv’s tongue gently pushing at her lips. She allowed her mouth to open giving Liv access. Within moments, Olivia could not hold back any longer and she found herself matching Liv’s passionate kisses with as much gusto.

When they finally pulled apart to take gulps of much needed air, their desire, now at full tilt was mirrored in equal measure.

“You sure?” Liv asked.

“Yes, I want you,” Olivia said softly. “You’ll have to show me though.” Again she let out a little nervous laugh.

Liv laughed with her. “If ever there was a ‘home-court advantage’, this is it.”

Olivia had no idea what Liv was talking about, but she was not sure it mattered.

“I am sure you will figure it out,” Liv said, leaning in to kiss Olivia again and gently pulling her onto the bed.


THE END

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FRINGE: Getting to know yourself - 05

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Chapter 5

Olivia’s head spun. She was not sure what to do. On autopilot she reached for the only promise of respite, which was the half empty bottle of whiskey that had now become a permanent feature on the kitchen counter. She poured herself a generous glass and took a fortifying swig. She relished the burn of the alcohol.

After a few more gulps, Olivia admitted that she could hardly hide out in the kitchen for the rest of the weekend.

In the lounge, Liv was waiting in her armchair, as before, sipping her own drink. Olivia hesitated at the kitchen-door, suddenly feeling very awkward.

Sensing her presence, Liv pressed play on the remote. “Maybe you’ll find this one more ‘comfortable’.”

Reluctantly Olivia pushed on to the couch.

Thankfully, Liv did not feel the need for a big conversation about what just happened, for which Olivia was very grateful. If she was entirely honest, which she had no intention of being with Liv, she was right. Olivia did like it. But, how could she let herself? Surely there must be something quite unnatural going on here.

Olivia tried to concentrate on the film, but her eyes kept wandering over to Liv. She knew herself well enough. Even a very confident, almost brazen, version of herself would not venture out on a limb again unless Olivia showed some willing.

“You’re right,” Olivia finally said softly. “Can we watch the other film again, please.”

Liv turned and looked at Olivia as if assessing the implication of her words. Then she got up and replaced the DVD before casually collapsing back onto her armchair.

As the film played out on the screen, Olivia took large gulps of her whiskey and allowed herself to get absorbed in the story. When it got to the sex scenes, she was very conscious of Liv, hoping Liv might touch herself again. But she knew the ball was still in her court.

By the time it got to, what Olivia knew to be the final climatic sex scene in the film, the effect of the whiskey had begun to manifest itself in a warm relaxed glow inside her. She drained her glass and put it on the coffee-table. It was now or never.

She slid down the couch a little further, slipping her hand in under the waistband of her shorts. She was very shy to do anything and just kept her fingers resting on her short cropped curls. She waited, hoping. But, there seemed to be no sign of a reaction from Liv.

She focussed on the action on the screen and, sure enough, this soon moved her to start gently stroking and touching herself. After a few moments, in her peripheral vision, she saw Liv shift and turn her head. She knew Liv was watching her now. At first this made her want to run, but then she saw Liv slip her hand into her own shorts without taking her eyes off of Olivia.

Olivia could not believe that she—they—were doing this. She tried to stay focused on the images on the screen and pretended Liv was not there—that she was just in her own lounge masturbating to the scene, as she had done more than occasionally on her own.

That was when she heard Liv’s soft voice. “Look at me.”

Olivia braced herself and turned towards Liv. She was relieved to find an aroused expression on Liv’s face that must have matched her own. Her eyes were drawn down to Liv’s hand, who’s movements were now mimicking her own.

God! It was beautiful, Olivia thought.

Then Liv stopped and sat up.

Panic flooded Olivia’s senses. Why was she stopping? Olivia slowed her movement.

“No, don’t stop,” Liv said. There was a gentle encouraging smile on her lips. She nodded somehow indicating it was okay.

Olivia resumed her caresses.

“Show me.” Liv’s voice had an unusual deep timber quality to it.

At first Olivia was unsure what she meant.

Liv cocked her head in a little sideways movement.

Somehow that little gesture clarified everything. Olivia removed her hand from her shorts and grabbed the waistband with both thumbs. Lifting her hips up off the couch she pulled down her shorts and dropped them on the floor.

“All of you,” Liv said.

“And you,” Olivia said. It sounded more like a question.

Liv nodded but did not move.

Olivia sat up, grabbed her t-shirt, pulled it up over her head and dropped it on the floor to join the shorts. She lay back but did not resume her caresses, waiting for Liv to follow suit.

Liv lay back and in a similar fashion stripped off.

Olivia slid her hand down to her soft curls and started to softly caress herself again.

Liv stood up and, without taking her eyes of Olivia, came over to the couch. She stood towering above her, watching.

Olivia had not idea what Liv could be thinking.

She marvelled at Liv’s beautiful body, naked, standing there, so relaxed, so uninhibited in the middle of the lounge. She would never regard her own body as anything special, but this was not the same. She tried not to think too critically but just enjoy this mind-blowing moment.

Eventually, Liv sat down on the couch near Olivia’s knees. She was wondering what Liv was going to do.

At first, she just continued to watch. Then with one finger, Liv softly traced the inside of Olivia’s knee, gently pushing it out, indicating she should spread her legs.

Olivia obliged, opening herself up more.

Liv gently took hold of her foot and lifted it up and over her lap, allowing herself to be positioned between Olivia’s legs.

Olivia could not believe this was happening.

She could almost feel Liv’s gaze like a magic touch, caressing her inner folds. She imagined her own fingers glistening from the moisture that was pooling at her core. She realised she was on the verge of orgasm so she slowed her pace to try to prolong this wonderful experience as much as possible.

“Go inside.” Liv’s voice was now thick with arousal.

Olivia obliged, easing one, then two, fingers inside herself.

She saw Liv involuntarily gasp.

“Yes,” Liv said, her eyes darkening even more with desire. “Come for me.”

Olivia used her other hand on her clit and within a few strokes, holding Liv’s gaze, she exploded from within. Her body arched, taught, reeling, from the most amazing orgasm she had ever had.

When she became aware of her surroundings again, she opened her eyes and saw her mirror image staring back at her. At first she was not sure what the expression meant on Liv’s face.

“Fucking, awesome!” Liv said, tenderly wiping a sweat dampened strand of hair from Olivia’s brow!

They stayed like that, just being close, relishing the unusual intimacy, for a few long moments.

Olivia did not want to break the spell but she could feel fatigue taking a grip and eventually forcing her eyes to close. A few moments later she felt Liv move her leg off her and get up. Again a certain panic beset Olivia, unsure of where she was going. The last thing she wanted was distance between them after what just happened.

Liv reached over and grabbed the blanket and gently spread it over her.

Olivia wanted to protest but she felt too exhausted. She was completely spent from the intense orgasm, combined with the effects of the alcohol. Finally, she surrendered and allowed her eyes to close again.

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FRINGE: Getting to know yourself - 04

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Chapter 4

When Olivia finally came out of the bathroom she was relieved to find Liv’s bedroom empty. There was a pair of shorts and a vest top waiting for her on the bed.

“I left out some clothes for you.” Liv’s voice resounded from somewhere beyond the bedroom’s double-doors. “I assume you didn’t pack for a weekend away.”

Olivia decided that this was a thoughtful gesture. Perhaps there was hope. Perhaps they could spend a few amicable hours together, after all.

When she picked up the clothes she realised that the pile did not include any underwear. It is true that when she was at home alone, relaxing, she wouldn’t always bother with underwear. But this was not home and she was not alone! She wondered if Liv also didn’t wear underwear at home. Perhaps, it was just a bit strange lending someone else your knickers?

The shorts were very short and the t-shirt was thin and more see-through than Olivia would have liked, but she put them on. She took one big deep bracing breath and went to join Liv in the lounge.

Liv was wearing a similar pair of shorts and vest. She was reclining casually with one leg draped over the side of an armchair. The remote control was balanced on her other thigh. She was waiting with a DVD primed and ready to play.

“Good timing.” Liv smiled. Olivia could feel Liv’s eyes appraise her. “I thought they’d fit nicely,” she said with a slight nod before she turned her attention back to the Television.

Olivia took her seat on the couch and draped the blanket over her. This helped a little to allay her self-consciousness. She was grateful at the prospect of being absorbed in a film. That way, they did not have to make conversation. Her mind was still reeling from the experience the previous evening, never mind the kitchen or shower.

Sadly, her peace of mind did not last. She was horrified to find out that the film Liv had selected was a very sexy film—one that Olivia had gotten to know well. Ever since she had Liv’s memories implanted, which included some rather explicit experiences with women, Olivia had been intrigued. So, since her return to her own universe she made it her mission to educate herself, and sometimes treated herself to a lesbian film on a quiet evening at home. This was one of those.

Had Olivia gone as far as going to bed with a woman? No. Could she have? Maybe. To date she had not found anyone who really ignited her passion—or so she told herself.


To make matters worse, during one of the climatic love scenes, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Liv stir and slip her hand into her shorts. She could see Liv’s eyes were closed and her movements rhythmic as she pleasured herself.

A few moments later, Liv turned her head towards Olivia, her eyes still closed. She bit her lip. Her breathing increased along with the rhythm of her hand. The sight combined with the atmospheric sounds coming from the Television was intoxicating and completely overwhelming. At the same time every muscle in Olivia’s body tensed and was shouting: “Flee”, but she could not.

Finally, Liv came softly, barely more than a few laboured breaths escaping her lips.

The effect was like a cattle-prod to Olivia’s spine. She shot up and fled to the kitchen.


“How could Liv just do that in front of her!” Olivia was outraged as she paced around the small kitchen space.

A few minutes later Liv appeared in the kitchen, mug in hand. “I paused the film,” she said heading straight for the whiskey-bottle as if nothing was wrong.

Olivia pretended to be making herself another cup of coffee.

“You sure you don’t want something stronger?” Liv asked.

That was it! Olivia could not take anymore. “What are you doing?”

“Helping myself to whiskey,” Liv said innocently. Olivia knew Liv knew exactly what she meant. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, last night,” Olivia blurted. “I mean, in there, now.”

A slight smirk spread over Liv’s face as she contemplated Olivia. “Nothing really,” she said before she took a sip of her drink. “I just figured that if we are really so similar, then perhaps we would like the same things.”

Olivia could not understand how Liv could be quite so calm. “What? So you decided you’d treat me to a show?”

Liv thought for a moment. “Yes, I guess. But, it was not really meant as a show, more like I did what I thought you’d like, if I were you—which I am.”

“You are not me!” Olivia said. “I know you slept with women, thanks to the images and memories forced into my brain. But, I’m not like that!”

“You mean, you don’t like this?” Liv leant forward, reaching behind Olivia’s head and pulled her into a soft kiss on the lips, catching Olivia completely off guard. She could smell and taste the strong tang of whiskey on Liv’s lips.

“And you’ve never wondered what this might be like,” Liv said not moving away. Instead, she began to gently run her fingertips from the top of Olivia’s neck, over her collar bone, caressing a soft trail down over her chest to her breast, stopping just below it, before running a thumb over Olivia’s traitorous erect nipple.

Olivia almost lost herself in the wonderful soft gentle caress. She closed her eyes savouring the feeling.

Then suddenly the touch was gone. Olivia opened her eyes.

Liv had retreated and was once again leaning against the counter in her characteristic way.

“You want to tell me,” Liv said matter-of-factly, “you have never dreamt about what it must be like to come in another woman’s arms, or mouth, for that matter.”

Liv’s unflinching gaze gave Olivia no way to escape. She knew Liv was being deliberately confrontational.

“I think I know myself a little better than that,” Liv said and then propelled herself off of the counter and out of the kitchen.

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FRINGE: Getting to know yourself - 03

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Chapter 3

The next morning Olivia woke. She glanced towards the bedroom but found it empty and no sign of their guest. Liv was in the kitchen brewing coffee.

“Morning,” Liv said plainly. “Coffee?”

“Yes thanks.” Olivia was very aware that Liv was dressed in nothing other than a thin white snug t-shirt and her knickers.

“Hope you slept okay and I didn’t wake you.” Liv’s statement was the antithesis of an apology.

“No. The couch was quite comfortable. Thanks.” Olivia was relieved, hoping that perhaps Liv had not realised she was awake after all. She quickly busied herself, seemingly focussing on retrieving a coffee-mug from the cupboard. She did not want to give Liv the opportunity to notice her awkwardness.

“It’s funny to think you have all my memories,” Liv said. She stood leaning against the kitchen counter, hot coffee-mug in hand. She was observing Olivia, over the top of her mug as she took sips, in a way that made Olivia exceedingly uncomfortable.

“I only have some of your memories,” Olivia said, “and they have mostly faded already.”

“Still though, at least you have the peace of mind that no one was digging around in your head.”

“No, they were just messing with my head.” Olivia grabbed a mug.

Liv seemed to take her point.

“Look Liv, if it helps, I really cannot remember anything very clearly. I think, other than a knowledge of the factual differences in our past, it did not give me much else.” Olivia was not sure why she was explaining this to Liv or why some part of her wanted to make Liv feel better. “It’s not like I still have access and can read you because if it.”

“You’d like that though,” Liv said. She took another sip of her coffee.

“What?” Olivia felt confused.

“…to get into my head, again,” Liv said casually, but still observing Olivia very closely.

“No,” Olivia shook her head.

“You are curious though,” Liv paused. “You are curious to know how alike or different we actually are, in our thoughts and emotions.”

“Look Liv, you live your life. I live mine.” Olivia tried to shrugged off the conversation and focussed on pouring herself a coffee.

Olivia suddenly felt a hot presence right behind her.

“You are curious,” Liv said inches away from Olivia’s left ear. “I bet, at this moment, you are wondering if I am thinking the same thing you are.”

Olivia closed her eyes and tried to block out the hot breaths that were tickling her neck and the feeling of heat radiating from Liv’s skin—the same as hers, right behind her. If she leant back by a hair’s breadth she was sure she would feel Liv’s pert breasts against her back. She swallowed. “We are very different,” she managed to say.

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

Olivia could hardly breathe. She closed her eyes tightly. Waiting.


When nothing happened for a few moments, Olivia opened her eyes to find Liv gone. A few seconds later she heard the shower run.

Olivia willed her legs into action and she returned to the living room where she sat and drank her coffee waiting for the shower to be free.

When she was sure Liv had finished in the bathroom, Olivia drained her cup and headed through the bedroom to the shower. As she entered, she saw Liv sitting at her dresser with her towel loosely draped around her waist. Again Olivia was drawn to the beautiful sight of Liv’s toned bare back and automatically her gaze followed the line down to the top of her buttocks, which was just visible above the folds of the towel. When she finally looked up, she saw Liv’s face in the mirror. She was sporting a skew smile and she was looking straight at her. She had been busted.

Olivia swiftly turned and fled into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

The hot water of the shower massaged her back and neck—a necessary caress she had been craving since she set foot in this universe. She was enjoying her brief private relaxation so much that she did not notice the door open.

Olivia started when she finally noticed the extra presence in the small steamy room. Liv just stood there with her towel draped around her hips, exposing her bare breasts, observing Olivia. Clearly she was very comfortable with her own body.

What made Olivia cringe with awkwardness was the fact that Liv’s eyes were roaming up and down her own body. Olivia had to clench her jaw to stop the overwhelming instinct to cover up and hide. She decided in that instant that if Liv was so comfortable being naked, she was not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing her own vulnerability and shyness. After all they were effectively identical and it was like being naked in a mirror.

“You did not hear me,” Liv said continuing her unabashed appraisal. “I said, since we can’t go out, how about we watch a few movies today?”

Olivia replied as evenly as possible. “Hope you’ve got a few new good ones.”

Having received an adequate answer, or perhaps, having seen enough, Liv grabbed a hairbrush from the bathroom-cupboard and with one last up-and-down glance at Olivia, she left.

Once the door closed behind Liv, Olivia leaned against the cold wall, and let out a huge breath she had not realised she was holding. Why was she feeling like this?

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FRINGE: Getting to know yourself - 02

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Chapter 2

Olivia spent the evening trying to watch Television in order to relax. It had the opposite effect. She chastised herself for not taking the opportunity to go out.

She got up off the couch and wandered around the lounge looking at the picture books and things on display in Liv’s house that she had once been convinced was her own. She wondered how all of these things could seem so familiar and so alien at the same time.

Olivia was accustomed to having things clearly defined, clearly categorised into black and white, right and wrong, good and evil. However, recently, that structure had begun to crumble around her, rendering everything a large confusing smudge of grey.

Finally, at close to midnight, Olivia settled on the couch with a pillow and blanket she had retrieved from the drying cupboard. She decided to lie down and get some rest even though she knew sleep was not likely to come soon.


At 2am Olivia heard the key in the front-door. As it opened, she was about to say something to let Liv know that she need not sneak around because she was still awake. But before she could, she heard barely hushed voices and what sounded like Liv giggle. Olivia froze, pretending to be asleep. To her surprise the second voice was male. As far as Olivia knew there was no current stable relationship in Liv’s life. Could Liv seriously, under the circumstances, have brought home a one night stand?

From where she was lying, Olivia could clearly make out the two intertwined figures in the half-light coming from the bedside-light Liv had left on before she left. They were kissing and fondling and hushing each other in that way that people do when they are too drunk to realised that the hushing makes more noise that anything else. It was clear that Liv was leading him to her bedroom.

Again, whether Liv was too drunk or on account of not caring, she failed to close the double-doors to the bedroom, leaving Olivia a clear view of her bed from her position on the three-seater couch.

Olivia tried to close her eyes and drown out the noise. But it seemed that just flooded her imagination with more vivid alternatives and before she knew it she was watching again. In fact, she was riveted. She watched them hurriedly rip each other’s clothes off. Liv lay back across the bed and let the man get on top of her. Obviously the early evening’s activities served sufficiently as an appetiser and they were both really keen to get down to the main course. In a few brief seconds he was obviously inside her. It seemed odd to Olivia. She did not imagine Liv ever having such a passive role in bed.

The way that Liv and her lover were positioned across the bed gave Olivia a clear, unobstructed view of what was happening.

She became mesmerised by the rhythmic bouncing of Liv’s small breasts as her lover increased his thrust and tempo. Very soon the sight before her had managed to turn Olivia on too. Liv’s features in the throws of ecstasy was exquisite. She wondered if she looked like that when she made love. She resisted the undeniable urge to touch herself, but as she saw Liv escalate towards the peak of what was going to be a powerful orgasm, Olivia gave in. She was so wet and realised she could easily come too.

But, for what happened next, she was definitely not prepared.

As Liv reached the crescendo of her arousal and was about to come, she turned, opened her eyes and seemed to look directly at Olivia.

Panic gripped Olivia. Did Liv know she was awake and watching? But, it was too late. She was on the crest of an orgasm of her own and from the darkness she stared back into her mirror image. The sheer intensity of the moment pushed her over the edge, both tumbling into the abyss of pleasure at the same time.

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Referendum 2016

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Those that know me… know I am the last person to get involved in politics. I have never really had much time for power spats and peacocking, perhaps because I have a cynicism about how much politics can be influenced by an ‘lowly’ individual like myself. I am not knocking or diminishing the efforts of those who have changed the world with one voice like Mandella, Mother Theresa, The Dali Lama and so forth. In fact, I am acknowledging how incredible and mystifying I find their awesome achievements.

I am more of a person who believes that, if I want to change the world, I have to change myself and then kind of hope that others think it is a good idea to follows suit. So, I am usually very happy to let more able bodies pick up the political ropes and get on with it.

However, on this occasion, regarding the referendum, I will say this…

It is not political, as in something out there in the world… This very personal!

Sometimes our friends go through rough times. Sometimes they are skint or need to bunk out on our couch. Sometimes they even treat us badly. But because they are our friends, we buy them that pint, we sit up till 3am listening to their woes and share your last square of loo-roll to dry their tears. We pick them up when they need us and we love them because we know we are not perfect either, and we hope that when the time comes and we need someone to laugh or cry with or to stand shoulder to shoulder, they will be there in the best way they can.

Why? Because they are our friends. Because that is what friends do.

Or…

We become Billy-no-mates — rich, well rested, unencumbered, probably with rolls of our precious Pounds to use for loo-roll — but out in the cold and alone!


Fringe: Getting to know yourself

This is a tribute to one of my favourite series of all time. Thanks FOX! I own nothing! If you like it.. please follow me and leave a review.

Olivia is unexpectedly instructed to remain in the Alt Universe while they work on the most dangerous case of her life. In order to minimise complications resulting form having two Agent Dunhams roaming the streets, Broyels instructs her to spend the weekend with AltOlivia (Liv). – Femslash (f/f) Olivia/Alt-Livia .. Rated M for later chapters.

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Chapter 1

Phillip Broyles got up and took over from Walter to address the team. “It is evident that stopping David Robert Jones from tearing the two universes apart is going to be more difficult than we thought. The bridge is a huge potential liability. It is far from safe right now, so I want all crossovers minimised.”

“Okay, Sir, if you insist, but do you have anywhere for us to stay?” Olivia, said.

“Agent, I think, under the unique circumstances you need to stay with Agent Dunham.”

“But, Sir—”

“That will be all.” Broyles addressed the room. “Enjoy your weekend.” He picked up his paperwork and headed for the door.

Olivia caught up with him, with Liv hot on her heals.

“Sir, can I have a word please,” Olivia said.

Broyles turned on his heal to face them both. “No, Agent Dunham. I know what you’re going to say and I’m afraid that is the only option. We do not want to awaken suspicion. I only want one of you,” he pointed at both Olivia and Liv, “visible in public at a time. This way you will be able to co-ordinate.”

“Yes, Sir,” Olivia said.

They both stood and watched Broyles leave, secretly hoping he would turn back and change his mind.

Finally Olivia turned to face her doom.

“The car is this way,” Liv said and headed to the other door.


The journey in the car was frosty to say the least. Neither one of them could think of anything to say. At least they had the preference for silence in common, Olivia thought.

Olivia was not thrilled about this mission in the first place. Now having to remain on this side had truly added insult to injury, never mind the horrific prospect of spending more than 48 hours in the company of her nemesis. She would have volunteered, in a flash, to go toe to toe, singlehandedly, with David Robert Jones, if that meant she could get out of this awkward situation.

Through the corner of her eye Olivia watched Liv driving – changing gears seamlessly and casually cautious in a way that Olivia recognised as her own style of driving, be it that Liv drove a bit more aggressively, and a little too fast, for Olivia’s liking. She was obviously equally in a hurry to get the drive over with. Olivia assumed Liv was not keen on the idea of spending a weekend cooped up with her either.


They entered Liv’s flat. “The couch and living room is yours for your stay,” she said heading straight to the kitchen, “and for your information I am not thrilled about this either.”

Olivia nodded and, not really knowing what else to do, followed Liv into the kitchen.

Liv switched on the kettle.

“I assume you want coffee. Personally, I prefer something a little stronger after a day like today.” Liv took out a bottle of whiskey she kept between her cups in the overhead cupboard and poured herself a large tot in a chipped mug. “Help yourself,” she said. Not bothering to put the whiskey away or even close the cupboard door, she picked up her mug and carelessly brushing past Olivia on her way, left the kitchen.


Olivia watched her go. A gulp or two of the auburn liquid seemed like a decidedly better idea than coffee right now.

From the beyond the lounge Olivia could hear Liv call. “Do you want to go out tonight?”

Olivia made the mistake of peering around the corner to hear her better.

Liv had not bothered to close the frosted glass double-doors to her bedroom where she was taking large swigs of her whiskey and starting to strip off.

“If not, I’m sure you don’t mind if I do,” Liv continued. It was more a statement than a question.

Olivia watched as Liv removed her shirt and bra. Her skin was seemed slightly freckled like her own and Olivia could see her toned back and shoulder muscles contract as she moved.

Once Liv started pulling down her trousers, Olivia averted her eyes swiftly, feeling embarrassed.

“No. You can go,” she managed to reply, her voice croaky. Despite feeling guilty she could not help looking towards the bedroom again. After all, she is the one who left the door open. It probably would not bother her anyway, Olivia thought.

“Good, because I think I would go mad just sitting here all night,” Liv said, continuing to strip off completely and walk on into the bathroom which was on the other side of the bedroom, still clearly in Olivia’s eye-line.

She could see Liv’s perfectly toned naked form as she casually stepped into the shower. In fact, the shape and competent athletic movement of her body was mesmerising. She continued to watch even though the hot steam and condensation on the clear glass soon made it impossible see anything. When the sound of running water finally stopped, Olivia ducked back into the kitchen.

Her heart was pounding in her ears. She felt like she was about to be caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The large whiskey bottle caught her eye. It now looked much more appealing than her customary black coffee. She grabbed a mug and help herself to a large splash like Liv had done earlier. She thirstily gulped down a big mouthful of the burning liquid.


Olivia took her mug and headed into the lounge. It was neat, with minimalist decor, identical to her own, not a place that inspired comfort and relaxation. She surmised that Liv probably did not spend much time in her lounge either between the long working-hours and a mutual preference for going out, rather than staying in. In her case, she would probably head to the gym to unwind in a healthy fashion. Obviously Liv had other ways to do the same.

Olivia chose her seat carefully making sure her back was mostly turned towards Liv’s bedroom. Here she sat and tried to focus on the mug of whiskey and taking small measured sips. In her peripheral vision she could still see movement as Liv prepared to go out.

Finally Liv came out of the bedroom. Her hair hung casually around her shoulders. She was wearing a fitting black top which revealed her toned upper body and black cargo-trousers. “As you are familiar with the place already,” Liv said grabbing her coat from the coat-rack and putting it on, “I trust you will find what you need. There is a blanket and pillow in the cupboard and I have some frozen meals in the freezer. Help yourself.”

Olivia nodded, not risking speech, in case her voice betrayed her.

Without even a last glance back, Liv opened the door and was gone.

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FRINGE: Getting to know yourself

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This is a tribute to one of my favourite series of all time. Thanks FOX! I own nothing! If you like it.. please follow me and leave a review.

Olivia is unexpectedly instructed to remain in the Alt Universe while they work on the most dangerous case of her life. In order to minimise complications resulting form having two Agent Dunhams roaming the streets, Broyels instructs her to spend the weekend with AltOlivia (Liv). – Femslash (f/f) Olivia/Alt-Livia .. Rated M for later chapters.

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Chapter 1

Phillip Broyles got up and took over from Walter to address the team. “It is evident that stopping David Robert Jones from tearing the two universes apart is going to be more difficult than we thought. The bridge is a huge potential liability. It is far from safe right now, so I want all crossovers minimised.”

“Okay, Sir, if you insist, but do you have anywhere for us to stay?” Olivia, said.

“Agent, I think, under the unique circumstances you need to stay with Agent Dunham.”

“But, Sir—”

“That will be all.” Broyles addressed the room. “Enjoy your weekend.” He picked up his paperwork and headed for the door.

Olivia caught up with him, with Liv hot on her heals.

“Sir, can I have a word please,” Olivia said.

Broyles turned on his heal to face them both. “No, Agent Dunham. I know what you’re going to say and I’m afraid that is the only option. We do not want to awaken suspicion. I only want one of you,” he pointed at both Olivia and Liv, “visible in public at a time. This way you will be able to co-ordinate.”

“Yes, Sir,” Olivia said.

They both stood and watched Broyles leave, secretly hoping he would turn back and change his mind.

Finally Olivia turned to face her doom.

“The car is this way,” Liv said and headed to the other door.


The journey in the car was frosty to say the least. Neither one of them could think of anything to say. At least they had the preference for silence in common, Olivia thought.

Olivia was not thrilled about this mission in the first place. Now having to remain on this side had truly added insult to injury, never mind the horrific prospect of spending more than 48 hours in the company of her nemesis. She would have volunteered, in a flash, to go toe to toe, singlehandedly, with David Robert Jones, if that meant she could get out of this awkward situation.

Through the corner of her eye Olivia watched Liv driving – changing gears seamlessly and casually cautious in a way that Olivia recognised as her own style of driving, be it that Liv drove a bit more aggressively, and a little too fast, for Olivia’s liking. She was obviously equally in a hurry to get the drive over with. Olivia assumed Liv was not keen on the idea of spending a weekend cooped up with her either.


They entered Liv’s flat. “The couch and living room is yours for your stay,” she said heading straight to the kitchen, “and for your information I am not thrilled about this either.”

Olivia nodded and, not really knowing what else to do, followed Liv into the kitchen.

Liv switched on the kettle.

“I assume you want coffee. Personally, I prefer something a little stronger after a day like today.” Liv took out a bottle of whiskey she kept between her cups in the overhead cupboard and poured herself a large tot in a chipped mug. “Help yourself,” she said. Not bothering to put the whiskey away or even close the cupboard door, she picked up her mug and carelessly brushing past Olivia on her way, left the kitchen.


Olivia watched her go. A gulp or two of the auburn liquid seemed like a decidedly better idea than coffee right now.

From the beyond the lounge Olivia could hear Liv call. “Do you want to go out tonight?”

Olivia made the mistake of peering around the corner to hear her better.

Liv had not bothered to close the frosted glass double-doors to her bedroom where she was taking large swigs of her whiskey and starting to strip off.

“If not, I’m sure you don’t mind if I do,” Liv continued. It was more a statement than a question.

Olivia watched as Liv removed her shirt and bra. Her skin was seemed slightly freckled like her own and Olivia could see her toned back and shoulder muscles contract as she moved.

Once Liv started pulling down her trousers, Olivia averted her eyes swiftly, feeling embarrassed.

“No. You can go,” she managed to reply, her voice croaky. Despite feeling guilty she could not help looking towards the bedroom again. After all, she is the one who left the door open. It probably would not bother her anyway, Olivia thought.

“Good, because I think I would go mad just sitting here all night,” Liv said, continuing to strip off completely and walk on into the bathroom which was on the other side of the bedroom, still clearly in Olivia’s eye-line.

She could see Liv’s perfectly toned naked form as she casually stepped into the shower. In fact, the shape and competent athletic movement of her body was mesmerising. She continued to watch even though the hot steam and condensation on the clear glass soon made it impossible see anything. When the sound of running water finally stopped, Olivia ducked back into the kitchen.

Her heart was pounding in her ears. She felt like she was about to be caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The large whiskey bottle caught her eye. It now looked much more appealing than her customary black coffee. She grabbed a mug and help herself to a large splash like Liv had done earlier. She thirstily gulped down a big mouthful of the burning liquid.


Olivia took her mug and headed into the lounge. It was neat, with minimalist decor, identical to her own, not a place that inspired comfort and relaxation. She surmised that Liv probably did not spend much time in her lounge either between the long working-hours and a mutual preference for going out, rather than staying in. In her case, she would probably head to the gym to unwind in a healthy fashion. Obviously Liv had other ways to do the same.

Olivia chose her seat carefully making sure her back was mostly turned towards Liv’s bedroom. Here she sat and tried to focus on the mug of whiskey and taking small measured sips. In her peripheral vision she could still see movement as Liv prepared to go out.

Finally Liv came out of the bedroom. Her hair hung casually around her shoulders. She was wearing a fitting black top which revealed her toned upper body and black cargo-trousers. “As you are familiar with the place already,” Liv said grabbing her coat from the coat-rack and putting it on, “I trust you will find what you need. There is a blanket and pillow in the cupboard and I have some frozen meals in the freezer. Help yourself.”

Olivia nodded, not risking speech, in case her voice betrayed her.

Without even a last glance back, Liv opened the door and was gone.

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Why L.E.S Combos?

I have been asked quite frequently why I decided to create the Lesbian Erotic Stories COMBO Collection. Why did I feel the need to rewrite the stories of already great little short films?

Well, the answer is this. These films, like many others, not least a number of lesbian films, have been subjected to the “kiss CUT TO: The morning after” syndrome.

There are many reasons for this I am sure. I suspect is because:-
1) Writing sex scenes is rather difficult. I certainly am only just learning and starting to experiment with how to do it. Filming a good sex scene is even harder.
2) Filming sex scenes is often prohibitively expensive and certainly not often viable for a short film.
3) By leaving it blank the writer or filmmaker opts out of taking any stand. They tactfully allow the readers or audience to fill in the blanks in ways that are personal and suit each individual.

These are all very valid reasons and often the story does not require a detailed extrapolation on the sex scenes.

However, by taking this as default position I believe we miss out on an opportunity to give a view, to engage in a discourse on a topic which is essentially a part of our identity, our sexuality.

“Lesbians” and “sex” are not often mentioned in the same sentence in any non pornographic/more serious capacity unless it is a discussion on “Lesbian bed death”.

I exaggerate. True!

However, my point is, in my experience, lesbians and lesbian life-style is not commonly associated with adventurous sexual activity. In fact, it is quite commonly believed that most lesbians lead a more or less platonic life with their life-partners, favouring intellectual, spiritual or pure emotional connections with their significant other…. right in between digging up a flower bed in their communal allotment or brewing an herb tea. 😉

Gay men on the other hand, have a completely contrary reputation and very little is talked about the more lasting, deeply emotional connections between gay men and their life partners. But more about that later.

I am often told that there is no reason to fill in the blanks and that most explicit depictions of sex is gratuitous. I believe differently. There should be a good balance. I believe it is important that lesbian sexuality is visible, presented, discussed and enjoyed.

So what is it then? What do lesbians do in bed?

I am sure there are probably as many variations in lesbian sex as there are women on the planet, if not more.
:-)

So, with the L.E.S COMBO Collection I try to fill in the blanks by giving A VIEW of what could possibly happen in the absent CUT TO scenes. I also hope to demonstrate a sex scene can be an essential part of the story—without it the story is only half told. It was my hope to fundamentally change/augment/provide a twist to each of these stories in someway, by the addition of a meaningful sex scene.

What do you think? Did I succeed?


If you’d like to watch the films and read the stories they can be found here:

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Cat Sitting

L.E.S Combo I

A sexy lesbian romance of Loss, Lust & Love.

Sometime after a messy breakup, Alex finally agreed to do the cat sitting for her ex-lover, Teresa. She knew her first visit back to what she used to call ‘home’ would not be easy. However, she could never have imagined such an unexpected turn of events! =)

 

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Saying Sorry (On Pre-order Now)

L.E.S Combo II

A sexy lesbian story of Love, Anger and Forgiveness.

Having screwed-up again, Jo finds there is no easy way to say sorry. Repentance and forgiveness is a two-way interaction and the journey is not always easy, nor predictable. Each person needs to find their own way to the same end.

 


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