My first real story…

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I’ve been writing erotica for quite some time now, ghostwriting a series of short stories between 4,000 and 8,000 words in length.

But I’ve just completed a longer project – a 15,000 novella with the working title of ‘The Bucket List’.

I’ve also provisionally tagged it as ‘Part One’ in the hope that the publisher will be interested in publishing further stories involving the same characters, my delicious mocha-skinned Amber and her girlfriend Lucy.

That’s girl friend as opposed to girlfriend, although they are very close. *Winks*

The Bucket List story / stories feature a ‘do before we die’ list that was created one wine-soaked night by the two girls, although Lucy had since forgotten all about it.

But Amber hadn’t.  She uses the list to prepare (in the first book) a surprise based  on the list;

“You remember number seven?” Amber whispered.  I [Lucy] frowned, trying to remember the nonsense we’d penned whilst giggling over the glasses of red. 

“Having sex whilst skydiving?” I guessed.

“No, silly,” Amber chuckled.  “Acting as the demonstration model at a vibrator party.”

And so the story unfolds;

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Annie