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My Secret Obsession Lesbian Erotic Stories, Volume 1
Experience the life and loves of Blue Sleighty. Visit Blue's erotic realm, through these ten fun tales of excitement and adventure within the world of lesbian sexual pleasure.
Here are some excerpts:
From Goodbye, Heartache-
"Joie?," I whispered.
"You know how sometimes you meet someone, and it just feels like you've known them forever?," I asked sweetly.
Joie hesitated before answering with a tentative "yes?"
"Well," I said, "that ain't us."
From, "The Warning"-
"Uh. Do WHAT?" The moron blinked in disbelief.
"I said, TAKE OFF ALL OF YOUR CLOTHES. RIGHT NOW!" I tried to sound serious.
"What? Are you kinky, or something?" The idiot laughed like a redneck cartoon. Uh hull hull hull. That, right there, was enough to make me want to pull the trigger.
"You wish I were kinky, dumb ass. Now, take off your f_cking clothes before I show you how serious I really f_cking am. Get with it, mother f_cker. Unhitch those britches, and pitch them to me, NOW." I was still talking in a loud whisper.
He did as he was told. I caught his pants, as they flew through the air towards me.
"Underwear, too. I mean EVERYTHING, bitch!" I kept my gun trained on his stupid head. He glared at me.
Soon, he was butt assed naked, and I had his clothes in a pile behind me.
"Keep your hands up."
"Look, lady," he started whining. "Could you just let me go?"
From, The Personal Ad-
She was an attractive woman. She had sandy blonde hair, and a sprinkling of freckles, like a redhead in disguise, and green eyes. A combination that I have since learned to avoid. When we consider the animals of the earth, and we look at their natural camouflage, we can, with common sense, associate their coloring, and characteristics with the natural habitat from which they come. The tabby cat's stripe blends in with the bark on a tree, where he customarily dwells. The doberman has dots over his eyes, so that when his enemies see him sleeping in the dark, they think his eyes are open, even when his eyes are closed; the baby fawn has white spots on it's brown back, so that it will blend into the snowy landscape of the early spring. And, the sandy headed, green eyed woman is colored so, I am now convinced, to blend with the monstrous green eyed devils and lapping flames of the pits of hell.
From, The Blues Singer-
Bette was an incredible, sensuous, thrill of a woman. She sang her songs with a low, throaty, growl, from somewhere deep within her passionate soul. She was mesmerizing, on stage. She moved with fluid motion, and grace. She WAS sensuality. When her show started, the room was quiet, and no one took their eyes off of her. She belonged on stat stage, and she loved being there. She turned the room on. You could feel the heat and the electricity. And, what she inspired people to do on the dance floor was a down right sin.
Posted January 19, 2009
And, I didn't want to give up my life for anyone else's dreams. I wanted to live and explore and learn. I wanted to know EVERYTHING and go everywhere. And, I wanted to be in charge of my own life, my own money, and make my own decisions and be me (The Retreat, My Secret Obsession).<BR/><BR/>She can take you from tale to emotion in less than eight seconds, and when she¿s ready to do it, the process doesn¿t include searching through a linguistic thicket. Blue has the unique capability to express in a few precise and well-chosen words what it takes other writers multiple sentences, paragraphs or even chapters to portray. Not that she¿s short on her stories. Each tale is packed with intriguing storylines, stunning visuals, and expressions on every page that add fuel to the Texas wildfire she has spiritedly set herself. <BR/><BR/>When you read her work, you quickly find that Blue is Texas¿ answer to Don Juan with an attitude. Women want her. Men want to be her. No one can have her unless she wants to be had, and it¿s always on her terms. From her first true love and true heartbreak, Bette, to the women that come and go and come again, we find in Blue what we wish our lives could be like if we could do it a second time around. <BR/><BR/>Just minding her business seems to be the best time for something exciting to drop into Blue¿s lap, at times literally! Behind a bar or behind the wheel of a ¿borrowed¿ truck, Blue makes her own way and does it with unforgettable flare. With honest, down-to-the-nut-cuttin¿ wit and wisdom, Blue¿s adventures are larger than life as she goes head to head with dangerous characters, exciting situations, and even more dangerously exciting women. <BR/><BR/>Because of the genre, the first word that comes to mind is sex, but Blue has written so much more. The secret obsession is not the obvious. What ties each chapter, each stop along the way, each lover, and even each adversary, is the road. Blue Sleighty¿s secret obsession appears to be the journey itself. She is a traveler, who with special guests or more permanent companions, continues to seek what¿s over the next hill. <BR/><BR/>Even her favorite part of Texas, The Hill Country, is more than meets the eye. Blue¿s Hill Country is a metaphor for life, rolling and somewhat rugged, a surprise waiting at just the right moment when you can survey the wondrous beauty of a valley bursting with wild flowers or face a road that suddenly ends and leads nowhere, both revealed only after you have reached the top. Only after you¿ve gotten there. <BR/><BR/>In Blue¿s world, anything can happen in a moment¿s notice. In Blue¿s world, it¿s Mama who is ¿the rolling stone,¿ and with her books in our hands, we get to roll right along with her.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.