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Background: Here is Sheila with the story title Unbelievable Lesbian Experience with the In-Laws – Part 1 As being a married woman in an Anglo-Indian family (mixture of British and Indian) this true story runs around about my in-laws and my experience and exposure to bisexual life style. However, in order to keep up my happy marriage I had to be with the flow by having no arguments and to keep myself away from any unwanted complications in my marriage. Well, as long as my husband is happy and so as my in-laws, so obviously my life would be on ease without any unwanted tension. And then by the flip side who would be that unhappy married woman who is getting so much liberty to explore her sexual fantasies right in her own home through …

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Callow flew back in from the Midwest, to Les Spirites, California, to resume her tenure as professor. Her course: lesbian sociology. Over break, she hooked up with a lover in Illinois. In sweet love, found sweet oblivion. In a delicate choreography of a lesbian sex dance, made love in private quarters. On return, faced a hollowness familiar. She addressed this the following morning in class, incorporating ideas of evolution and ethics to prove that lesbian sociology could and should hold a candle with any other culture or sociology. Callow addressed the “The Lesbian clock” a throw-back to days when resources were scarce: women gathered up resources. Every angst or ennui in every lesbian relationship could be attributed to the old gene: survival, evolve. The lynchpin of lesbian? Population surplus. Nations and societies were maxed out, …

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As students poured into Les Spirites, to occupy hotel rooms, a LGBT or self-proclaimed lezian took it upon herself to educate her peer, one night in bed. Mandy was her name. She spoke of the “White Room”. Spotless, clean, sterile. Up in the towers of Les Spirites Skyscapers, where leaders and upstarts in the business world worked, a group of lezians worked. Sometimes convertly. They worked. They wore the white rings. Their peers in the underworld wore black, or green, or something dark and red. White was a simple of their purity and strength: disavowing notions that success, in both life and business precluded them, they worked assiduously. Set aside a room, called it the “White Room”, the symbol of their resolve. It had a desk, a cabinet of her resolutions. More importantly, they never …

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In Les Spirites, within a locale popular to lesbians and other members of gay community, lezians gather together. At a building formerly a hostel, bought and owned by a lezian, her enclave gather there every night after work. A year after the finger, a dollar game caught on fire among the more adventurous lezians, a lezian started a bordello. There was nothing fake about their finger games: some won good money for their one-to-one finger games. Not quite finger wrestling. Both consented. No harm, no foul. First cum, first wins. As corny as it sounded, some left, but some hungry for cash, stuck around. They took to the floor at night, and amid grunting and groaning, engage in a contest of outlasting the other to the first orgasm. Alternatively, others preferred endearance over speed, and …

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In a city called Bloomington, a gathering of gays and lesbians gathered together in a meeting house. Paired one lesbian to one gay, they entered in pair. To outside eyes, no one would suspect, much less even guess they were of the gay community. But a community they were in full force, a sizable congregation of 50 +. Sat in silence, as one shared: shared often, too. On return to their cul-de-sac, just for them, lesbians paired up with lesbians, retreated into their abode. The gays went into the community rec center. Within their homes, neatly arranged, arrayed in a quaint grid, lesbians in a mass of sinews and finely tuned muscles groped in the dark among each other. Their soft kisses an exploratory journey up and down the study, fine forms of their companions. …

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Nestled within a motel within Les Spirites, California, a pair of lezians met up for the night. On fall break, they flew back home tomorrow morning. Strapped with only an elastic band, and nothing else but a dollar in their belt, they turned off the lights and laid on the floor, one over the other, their fingers positioned on the others groin. Slowly but rhythmatically, they stroke and rubbed the others groin. For nearly 14 minutes they went at it. The game: first cums, first wins. Finally, the one beneath gasp and parried. The one atop promptly took the dollar-fold and stretching her elastic belt, placed it firmly with her other assets. They laid: their breasts heaving evenly. Their breathing quieted and subsided. A finger for a dollar, they met every night. To the spectator, …

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In the City of Les Spirites, a red sun hung overhead daily. To the bus station, college students poured in from across the country to attend a major university. Through the motel of Natty Gan, some checked in. Others checked in with each other. Excitement was in the air. Some of the LBTG groups were abuzz at the newest courses at the community college, devised by one of their Lucia Callow. The rest migrated to pubs, lounges, and events made specially for them. Some of the lesbians checked in with Natty Gan, amiable to them and to community college, some of them attended. Kelsi surveyed them, a girl with a slim form but considerable strength. Her hands were filled with rings. None of the newcomers were of Gan’s Ring Club. They surveyed each other in …

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In warm, temperate, Los Spirites, CA, where suburbs nestled in cozy cul-de-sacs and high bridges arched around tall cities, Natty Gan stopped at her last port of harbor, enroute from LA. Tall, red-haired, she wasted no time finding an apartment and a job at a local diner. She hustled fast for tips and at sundown, visited the local pubs. Before long, she connected with a college student, bright, smart, and sexy. Her name was Kelly, and her boyfriend wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Typical of her life in California, people were friendly, especially to their own. They exchanged numbers. Kelly was curious, so met up the following night. They made a connection. The next day, Natty applied for a part-time course at the community college of LSCA. She shared a sociology course with Kelly, …

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Hi, Becky Hillyard here, telling my side of Jenny’s story. So desperate for love, so gullible,so much fun,well for me and my friends she was. I knew Jenny would be waiting in the parking lot half an hour before I told her I would meet her there, she was standing looking over the river when I pulled up and hooted, she came running over ,said “your here ,your here “,she was like a kid leaving school on the last day of term before the summer vacation. At my place I showed her to her bedroom, ( why I don’t know, if everything goes to plan she wasn’t going to spend anytime in there) and we sat on the deck drinking a bottle of wine and chit chatting. I had arranged for a couple of friends …

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After a reunion at the school of LSCA, the regaling graduates of 2007 checked into the motel of Natty Gan for the night. A tall, slender red-haired woman who owned the establishment. One of them knew Mrs. Gan from earlier days, and reconnected with her over night. By morning, when the sun filled the room, Natty saw her companion hand, full of rings. One white, two black, and one green. From the local pub, she knew as lovers progressed through partners, acquired multiple friends and companions, they had a ring for each connection. Her close friend, Kelsi, had four partners, one of them casual, two of them serious, and another, a business acquaintance. Natty looked at her green ring: she wore it like an engagement ring. Kelly left it for her the year they parted. …

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A lonely 40 year old woman’s journey into the cruel world of dominant lesbians, whoe’s only aim is to amuse themselves, no matter what. I left school when I was 17 and went to work at Millars, it was a local factory , I wasn’t smart enough to go to college ,so I decide I would go to night school learn accounts or something, but of course I never did, I discovered boys, and then Jimmy discovered me, and three years later when I was 21 Dad walked me down the aisle and gave me to Jimmy, probably saying good riddance, I am sure I was a disappointment to him and my Mother. . We went away for a week on our honeymoon and fucked three times a day in a bed, not in the …

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