Story of L

Riverdale Avenue

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 59,000
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Liv called her hunger the Void, a bottomless pit of sexual desperation. She thought she knew it, and herself. Until a night with Cassandra silenced it. And brought out something in Liv she didn’t think possible: submission.

One taste of that, and Liv wanted more.

But Cassandra isn’t an easy dominant, and her demands aren’t simple. She expects Liv to earn her way into her good graces, too follow her every command and whim. How many hurdles must Liv jump before she can kneel before Cassandra? Before Cassandra will lay claim to her?

Just what will it take to become Cassandra’s “L?” And, if Liv achieves it, will the outcome be all she’s hoped for? Find out in a timeless tale, retold. Find out in Story of L.

Winner, Lesbian Erotica, 2011 Lambda Literary Awards

“This is a story with some real depth to it, one that forces us to explore our own ideas of dominance and submission, even as Liv learns about hers.” —Sally Bend, reviewer, Bending the Bookshelf

Story of L
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Story of L

Riverdale Avenue

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 59,000
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The Void!

Suddenly, Liv remembered it.

And found it absent. Gone. Lost in the drama that Cassandra had orchestrated.

Yet something new flowered in its wake, something she did not recognize. Whatever it was, it had washed her clean. Every emotional battering that life had ever handed Liv had vanished. Dyke dramas, lovers’ departures, unrequited loves and lust, every disappointment of the heart, gone. Sheer radiance beamed from her and when Cassandra flexed her fist yet again, Liv exploded in an orgasm so strong, she saw stars. Magicked and among them, she cascaded downward like heavenly dust shimmering to earth, elated, euphoric, and, incongruously, grounded.

Was this rebirth? Had Liv risen from her own ashes? Had her heart shed its history of pain and disillusionment? Unanswered questions all—and Liv would sacrifice them all if only she could stay in this purified state.

The base of Cassandra’s fist began to pull back, slowly, gently.

She’s taken me as far as I can go.

Cassandra rocked her fist, gently fucking Liv. Little by little, she worked toward evacuating her, first by the breadth of her hand, then, fingers unfurling, by her knuckles. Finally, Cassandra slipped free.

Emptied, Liv groaned. But she did not feel barren or abandoned. She felt complete.

Later, her hood gone, lying in Cassandra’s arms, Liv gazed upward. There, she found Cassandra’s soft smile. She felt a silky kiss upon her forehead and received purrs of approval.

“You are exquisite, exceptional.”

Entranced, Liv treasured the words.

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