Lesbian

Twilight falls in Fier City. A bar near closing left lights twinkling to those afar. A listless lesbian (‘Kera’) lingers. Finished with class, she frequents the gay bar, hoping.. just hoping for something.. Her gaze searching the room. It alights on a lithe feminine form, resting in a chair. Kera makes eye contact, then looked at feminine lips which smiles. How they come together, there were no thoughts or words to knit the occasion. It just happens. They glide together up to her room. The other woman – Fera – for this story – lies supinely on the bed, as Kera brings the wine to the bedroom. Fera slides off her pants revealing unusual underwear, knitted with cord-like strings at a seam that concealed the outer lips of her lower nether region. Looking intently at …

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In Fier City, south of Les Spirites, a click of lesbians travels. Near the skirts of the city is a compound of lesbians. The fence is linked. As their car passes the fence, they exchange sighs (of comfort, relief). At night: as beautiful California was, no one lingers in the dark in the city. The governess ‘Karen’ greets them. She has brilliant red hair (but it changes every year). Lauren, Kara, Kelly, Erica, Grace, and Lizbeth greet her with a kiss. They then retreat into their condo: warm, safe, slightly buzzed with alcohol, the stillness of CA air calming them. Heat flows through the room vents. Kara and Lauren slowly undress in their room, passing kisses. Erica – a lithe Irish-German from the tip of northern Texas – sprawls in a chair: her lower nether …

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Within Les Spirites City is a house, la maison de rêves, owned by a lesbians who took her lesbian guests into a dreamworld, where only lesbians ventured. They file into Les Spirites through airports and stations, sit in taxis and limbos, in LA’s infamously long traffic. Finally, they reach la maison de rêves, at the end of Les Spirites city outskirts. This destination was escape from life: into rooms of rest, pleasures, masseurs, pedicures, and dream specialists who took them into dream using their own specially patented legal cocktail of herbs, cultivated from exotic locations across the world. The latest group of lesbians stood in the ante-chamber of the house. Together, they were a rainbow of colors: different race, skin tone, clothings. Some were 40, 30, 20, or a little younger. In one open room …

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In Les Spirites city, in the shadows, two shadows vaguely feminine, moved through the night. They entered a building complex. By light, plain to see. They wore long coats, wrapped around their bodies. Swiftly they moved up the stairs, and into a room, an apartment. The light comes on. Both women illuminated, revealing blond hair, bronze skin, the beacher’s tan. Within minutes, another two women joined them: one with brown hair, in a tight bun, and the other with dark hair. They carried a jar and a beverage (which they inserted into the fridge). One of them placed a green-fold of money in the jar, the other added her own. The two blond women ungarbed their coats, revealing only flesh beneath. Save for a strap at their thighs, with a cylindrical item (a dildo). They …

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To understand part 2 you must read Darlene J Malewit

Two nights later, Rita Watkins stripped naked in her bedroom, put on the lacy blue bra and panties the school nurse had bought for her and admired herself in her full-length mirror. Damn sexy! To this, she added misty black nylons and high heels, turning to study the curve of her luscious ass and through the sheer panties. With makeup on, she looked at least twenty or twenty-one. She glanced at her watch and quickly slipped a tight-fitting dress on. Her parents were gone for the evening, leaving her alone in the house. And Rita was expecting company, filling her with an eagerness that made her silken pussy throb and her lips tingle. Not the nurse, though. They’d had one hell of a wild session that night, after the lush brunette had first turned Rita …

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Early morning, Marie woke up next her husband. Her head felt like an anvil. She wandered into the kitchen. She made breakfast. At the door, she watched her husband leave in his truck. She made eye-contact with the woman (Grace) across the street. It was the same old story: after the honeymoon wore off, her husband lost interest in her. Grace seemed to understand. The same hollowness framed her features. One day, Grace dropped by for a cup of sugar. They sat at the dining table together. On impulse, Marie held her hand. They share a moment of comfort. Grace went home. The next day, they sat together in the living room; Grace rested her hand on her knee. Then Grace left after an hour. A year later: Grace had divorced her husband. Marie was …

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