Lady Daisy's Blog

"Bonjour, mademoiselle!" Melody's mother said as Eve came down the stairs. Melody was still sleeping.  "Hi, Madame Marron." Eve sat down. "What's for breakfast?" "A local dish, dear." Madame Marron was from France and often cooked the cuisine. Eve had been at her house for several months and had tried a variety of it. She had even had a few local dishes. "I love it!" Eve said. She had promised to turn in some of her Southern cooking for future meals. "Merci, my dear... where is my daughter?" "She was still asleep, I think... maybe I should go get her?" "Of course." Her mother knew, though, it might be a while before the two came down. Eve found Melody was awake, still a bit woozy. "Hello, my darling." Eve gave Melody a kiss.  "Good morning, Eve." Melody paused. She smiled a bit, looking down. "Can I tell you something?" "Anything." "You know how I've...

Eve had arrived in Dallas, but had no luck thus far. Most would have given up already, but the search for Melody was imperative for her. She'd actually met a few other lesbians, but they were just another part of her search. One lead her to a housewife who she slept with. Oh, the fun they had... it was like no other for her partner, but Eve only had one thing on her mind. "Is there something wrong, dear?" the housewife asked. "Well, I'm looking for someone, someone special." Eve gave a description of Melody, filled with the same loving, flowing detail she always did... "Oh... was her name Melody?" Eve perked up and said it was. "I hired her for some sex a little while ago. She's at the mansion where all the lesbian streetwalkers hang out." "Oh, thank you, thank you, my dear." Eve ran for the door immediately. "Miss... miss... don't you want your clothes?" In the meantime, Melody had taken the offer and become ...