Lesbia Happy Place

Hey everyone, just a quick note regarding Lesbia. I really like hearing from readers when they are so inspired to contact me, but for the moment there are a *lot* of fires in Loki-land that need putting out (seriously, a ridiculously high amount, Lemony Snickett would be proud to list them.) So please forgive me if I am not able to respond to your email in a timely fashion.

Though, like life, the tales of Lesbia have their ups and downs, Lesbia is my happy place, it’s something I write to relax – and I hope that it serves that purpose for you as well.

To keep up to date, please do add your email to the subscription box on the main Lesbia page. (The one under the title ‘Subscribe for Lesbia Updates.’) Sappho’s Brats (the website you’re on now) will not always have a post when there are new updates. But if you subscribe to Lesbia itself, or bookmark that page http://sapphosbrats.com/lesbia/ you should always be in the Lesbia loop.

Someone’s getting spanked…

“Are you going to tell me what is happening?” Ayla asked the question with a calm intensity as she ushered Vix into her cottage.

“Nothing is happening,” Vix said. “We are waiting for you to be ready to travel.”

Ayla’s lips thinned. “Do not play verbal games with me. You know perfectly well what I am asking. I know there is something amiss.”

“She doesn’t know what’s going on!” The traveler exclaimed, appearing all of a sudden from under the table. She proceeded to dance all about Ayla, kicking her legs out at the knee in a stiff-legged jig. “She doesn’t know nothing at all!”

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Pants, Plants and Potions! More Lesbia Awaits.

“We have the witch on our side.” Moon sat in bed next to Vix and elbowed her friend. Ayla’s packing was taking an inordinate amount of time. Indeed, according to the witch, she would not be done packing for a full three days. Vix had recieved the news gratefully. It meant that she might have three days without danger or conflict. Three days respite from the war which raged hither and thither throughout Lesbia.

She nodded in acknowledgement of Moon’s words. They did have the witch. Ayla was not what or who she had expected. A twisted angry crone, Ayla was not. The woman was beautiful, sensual, mature… and a dozen more adjectives all of which served to tantalize and excite.

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