Chapter 1
Suzee McCloud had left her home city in an effort to escape the unfortunate situation she was in.
Some of the occasional females she engaged in sexual encounters with, would at some stage of the cuddling-plus would cry something like, 'Oh là là, Suzee' and she regarded that as unwelcomed branding.
She didn't consider herself to be exclusively sexually oriented toward other women, but rather being 'neutrally sexually oriented', giving her the choice on which way to swing at the time.
Suzee (31), only child of Robert and Hannah McCloud, had lost her parents six months earlier. They were at sea when hit by a rogue storm that overturned their recreational pleasure boat. They drowned.
Her beloved maternal grandmother had died four months before that.
Those personal tragedies and Suzee' s embarrassing problem of her seemingly increasing ability to draw horny females to her side, convinced her to go off and make a fresh start.
She ended up in Sunrise City of 187,800 citizens, making it large enough for her to live in near anonymity. She'd inherited a huge collection of assets from her departed kin and had no need to work ever again, provided her investments with two highly-recommended investment management companies were not pillaged unlawfully.
Awareness that she possessed a remarkable ability to bond with a certain type of woman without knowing what type that was, had more or less crept up on her.
That rather disturbed her.
Did that mean she so stupid or so naïve to prevent her from concluding why this, um, affliction at times seized her so passionately?
She didn't think of herself as being brainless, having done very well completing her formal education at university.
All she knew was she possessed something that triggered in some females an excitement, to ignite passionately, generating a burst of focus and energetic abandonment that temporally attracted then to her sexually and irresistibly.
That didn't always result in woman-on-woman sex but nevertheless, more often than not, they both usually mutually enjoyed glorious and very wet connections.
What she had concluded from this abnormal behaviour was she'd become a modern-day sex honey pot.
Adding to the mystery was something that deepened to her frustration: she continued to be rather unappealing to males.
Paradoxically, she was interested in finding the answers to why this was happening but on the other-hand, she refrained from seeking professional advice in the fear she wouldn't like the findings after confessing at being in a sexual jam.
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After four days of staying at a hotel in Sunrise City, that actually did experience glorious sunrises, Suzee moved into a leased apartment, on the 7th floor of a recently completed block of 64 units with views across the city and to a distant mountain range. She paid the premium to gain possession of a larger corner apartment that also provided a view to the east to take in the River Ashford.
The river cut through the 240-acre Pioneer Memorial Park where wheeled conveyances were prohibited apart from prams and bikes for under 10-year-olds that made it a stroller and jogger's paradise.
Earlier, during the accompanied inspection of some of the remaining vacant luxury residential units in Portobello Apartments, the leasing agent began showing signs that Suzee had come to recognise only too well.
They were standing in the main bedroom of a ground floor fully furnished 'demonstration' apartment when Suzee was devastated to learn that her power to heavily attract a certain type of female had not extinguished by relocating to Sunrise.
On the other hand, the letting agent did have a gorgeous body and a lively personality.
Michelle, had pushed her boobs in her tight top forward, was staring at her client intently and her tongue tip showed between her lips.
To avoid wasting time, Suzee whispered, "Do you want me?"
"Yes," Michelle said huskily, taking that as a green light and launched herself at Suzee and they hugged, and began to heat up.
They moved with difficulty, still in an eyes closed embrace and managed to land safely on the king-size bed they were spent the next fifty minutes passionately engaged.
As they left, Michelle said, "I don't know what came over me. I'm usually stroking dicks, including my husband's. But I felt empowered stroking your belly and we had some of the best sex I've ever had."
"That's great, I enjoyed it too," Suzee said, combing her hair. "Now Michelle, take me to the apartment that you are pretty certain that I will sign up for."
They went to floor seven and Suzee fell immediately felt at home in the corner unit.
She shifted into her corner apartment next morning and Michelle phoned and apologized for 'losing her mind' with Suzee the previous day.
Suzee urged Michelle not to worry, that they had simply being caught up by some type of emotional tsunami that had turned into a mutual enjoyable experience for them both.
"I think we should say no more, and not indulge in repeat encounters."
"Most certainly," Michelle said, sounding relieved. "For goodness sake, I'm married."
"Then that shock experience is our secret, right?"
"Absolutely and thanks you sweet lady," Michelle said, ending the call.
"Fuck, the curse remains with me," Suzee sniffed, thinking she really didn't want to be involved in such random behaviour although she had to admit most of the erotic experiences produced more upsides than downsides, although there was no telling if that would always be the case.
She sniffed again, thinking that the prolonged bouts of slow and sensitive kissing often became so divine that her toes would curl.
But she said firmly, "No, no, no more."
Such wanton behaviour was turning her into a despicable 'loose woman' in leading good women astray, if only temporarily. Undeniably, such wanton behaviour was not a good look.
