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Pao was a sixteen year old Bengali girl who lived in tower block of flats she was not very happy because the Bengali community had disowned her and bullied her due to her being a lesbian, her family only let her live in the flat because they had to, it was midday as Pao arrived back from the shops and when she was out side the flat her uncle came out and slapped her hard round the face knocking her to the ground, he then grabbed her hair and started slapping her round the face, her neighbour came out of her flat to go to work saw the commotion and yelled ” get off her you bully” Pao’s uncle looked and said ” fuck off you slag” and suddenly the woman’s daughter sixteen year old …

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In the lower parts of Les Spirites, was a screw-ring lesbian, named Hil Black. At night, over the prone form of her lastest conquest, she unscrewed a round crystal like orb from her ring. Retrieving from her purse, a small dildo with a thread hold on the bottom, she screw it to her ring. She moistened it with her mouth and went to pumping her partner in lesbianism through the night. When done, she retrieved her dildo, unscrewed it, and put away in her purse as she would a lipstick. Her partner exhausted from the night, threw the curtains closed. Hil rested before proceeding further down-town to a meeting hall. Her fellow lezians convened there and spoke briefly before retreating to the private quarters of one of the lezians. She withdrew to a private building, …

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i’m the lucky guy that gets to fuck his lesbian roommate i feel like i’m a lucky dude. so last year when the pandemic was at it’s height, my friend and i decided to move in together to save money. we’ve known each other since high school and we’ve always had a strong friendship (lowkey i’ve always thought she was super hott but she was never into dudes lol). anyway, a few months after moving in together, she walked in on me jerking off. i was doing it in the living room (rookie mistake i know), but she had gotten off work early and there i was in our living room, rubbing one out. i felt SUPER bad and i didn’t want to make our friendship awkward, especially since we were now living together. but …

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In grand, warm California, in a cozy city Les Spirites, nestled away in mountains, a college and a university resume its courses. A buzz settled in Les Spirites: her name was Kinky Pink. She was a lesbian, or in more modern terms, a lezian, for short. She was a whiz at technology: with money aplenty from her parents, bought an apartment complex, just for her and her lesbians and, or, bi-sexual partners. With new found freedom, her partners turned their rooms in a private workshop for arts, crafts, and created and sold online from home. They didn’t call their beloved companion Kinky Pink for nothing: she devised her own dildos and sex toys, and used crafts and knowledge of electricity, electronic parts, and technology to create toys just for her lezians. She strapped her lezians …

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Only in Le Grond, did the covert Lesbian see any continuity in her day-to-day affair. As a cul-de-sac suburban queen, she surveyed lawns, beautiful winding streets, and all she sees. The glory of California coasts, the majesty of its mountains. All sprawled before her, West Coast Divine. Outside Le Grond, in a city perhaps like Les Spirites, lesbians convened by night, like shadows. Perhaps it was the forbidden aura of lesbianism that drew them together: a sense of the forbidden, mysterious, new, and exotic. But culturally, lesbians were the most inconstant creatures of the night: going through as many partners in a year as a girl had shoes in her closet. Some came together to cure their ennui, others to fulfill a longing, and some for curiosity. They stood sprawled on couches and beds, as …

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In Le Fides, California, a tiny bordello of lesbians convened for the night. Their theme was leather bikinis with a embroidered draw-string fastener. They drove in and dismounted from either their motor-bikes or cars. Les Fides was a tiny town on the edge of Les Ceres, a municipal area adjoined to Les Spirites. No one pays attention to this group of girls and women. Which was okay with them. Each lesbian sported strong thighs and biceps. Overall, a strong physique and good musculatures. They carried a bag of some small devices. Their loin clothes had an open clasp of leather, easily fastened by strings. They placed their small devices into each clasp and drew their strings tight: securing their devices tightly to their groin. On their bikini wear were sensors, like a flat-dish. These lesbians …

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Grace walked through the door. Among shelves, was a desk, lamp, and chair. On the desk was bare, with only a lamp and a paper on it. Within seconds, Grace walked to the desk and read the paper: last will and testament of a lesbian. Grace wasn’t quite a lesbian: but it piqued her interest. What did a lesbian think about in her final days? It was the x-files of LGBTQ culture. Western culture published obituary and even last testaments of ordinary souls. Lesbians were less known in the annals of history, due to their secretive lives. Grace slept with lesbians: it was more opportunistic. As a pole dancer, stripper, she hustled anything and everything she could get her hands on: including taking money from lesbians in their nightly finger games. It once happened a …

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I just stepped out of the shower. As I dried myself off I rubbed my boobs with towel going back and forth across my nips. The ruff towel going back and forth across my nips made them swell. I watch myself working my nips with the towel in the mirror. When I had then nice and swollen I dropped the towel and admired my 38’s. As I checked my big boobs out I slowly turn to see my ass in the mirror. Depending on my weight it was either matching 38 or sometimes 39. I thought to myself you are still a sexy woman Mindy. I focused back on my boobs and thought about the sex I had the week before with my neighbor Crystal. I had never been with a woman but it was …

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Near Le Grond, a group of lesbians gathered daily. Some hailing from parts of the world, as far as Spain, Greece, Germany, Italy, and Russia. In Le Grond, California, it was par for the course for people from every walk of life to come to California. Perdica came from abroad, opened a yoga club, and a physical exercise room: and taught karate, dancing, even pole dancing which reached some level of acclaim as a legitimate sports among women and slightly among lesbians. Lesbians came to her classes because it defined them: after their kind, whatever they do together, they tend to do very, very well. By night, their muscles rippled in the shadows like feline, and moved with extraordinary grace through streets, rooms, and buildings. When they came together for sex, it was far more …

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A group of lesbians gathered together for a will reading in a stately white house. At the end, each of them received a key with a note. Among them, a well-formed, curvaceous Scottish-Cherokee woman, Grace, took her key: it was golden, but generic. Not a lesbian per se, Grace nonetheless moon-lighted with lesbians when she was not currently dancing at the pole-dance club in downtown Les Spirites: call it bi-sexual curiosity. With a dancer’s body, she was like a panther in the bedroom, among both men and women. Tired of men, she took more to women. And formed many partners. One of her partner passed on. Some woman named “Kinky Pink” left her key to an old apartment complex. Her note instructed her to go there. Grace drove in her Corolla to the complex. At …

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Anjana was a sixteen year old Bengali girl who had been shunned by the Bengali community because she was a lesbian, the Bengali community considered Anjana to be evil and full of evil spirits and would have nothing to do with her, when they saw her in the streets the would cross the road to avoid her, many of the older Bengali residents would spit at Anjana who was now living in a youth hostel where she was accepted and had made friends with the white people who lived at the hostel one girl had said ” as long as you are not a mass murderer looking for a victim we do not care ” It was late one evening when Anjana went to have a shower and got a pleasant surprise, Mary a sixteen …

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