Lesbian

Under the cover of night, shadowy figures crept across a lot to enter a building lined with yellow tape. Its windows were blacked out with dark paper. Inside, they flipped on the lights and dimmed them. They were all a dozen, women. Some wore little to nothing, as though they just came from a pool or beach. They slipped up the stairs and climbed to third story. By candle-light in a studio room, they convened. By their hair, they were black, red, blond, brown, and some dyed pink or blue, and ranged from long-haired to curly short hair, one had a buzz-cut. They were regulars at the lesbian bars. They hooked up and knew each other eventually through shared partners and after a change of numbers, decided to group together and convene regularly. One of …

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Through Le Grond, les Spirites, and Le Fides, California, lesbians came and went. They formed groups and disbanded promptly. For either days or years, they engaged in their own sex: suppine in the safety of their homes. Some formed groups of divas. They worshipped each other in the night, wearing jewels and rings; they decorated their thighs, waist, wrists, and arms with gold, silver, or silvery elastics bespeckled with gems. They adored each other, and together, they had one mind and one heart. By day, they worked. By night, they adorned themselves with bracelets and arm bands, and rubbed oil into their skins and muscle to accentuate their form, their arms and legs glistening in the lights. They owned the eastern end of Les Spirites. They were the hedonists of lesbians. In liberal California, only …

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In a clandestine overnight sport, lesbians surged into uptown Les Spirites. They converged on a single building called the ‘She Built It Gymnasium’. They deposit their clothes at the door. Some were lithe, others with the physicality of Greek gods. They applied oil to their limbs, like ancient Greek athletes. And removed the loin clothes covering their erogenous zones. In a circle of lesbians, two occupied the center of the room. Each applying a finger to their partner’s nether-regions. A busty lesbian clothed in white-black striped shirt signals to begin. The lights dim: and furtively, two lesbians finger each other at the center of the circle, their sex zone. Their chests heave, their breasts and thighs glistens with sweat, and their lips open and close with anticipation. They moved and shifted positions. Finally, a lesbian …

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My name is Donna I am 20 and a college student. I was home for the summer. My parents are divorced and I live with my mom and step sister when not at college. My step sister Sue was a two years younger and going to college at a local community college. A few days ago I needed to make a phone call but I could not find my phone. It was a Saturday morning I was the first one to wake up. I slipped into my mom’s room to use her phone. She was still a sleep. I took the phone and went back to my room to make the call. When I finished the call I was nosey I looked at the pics on her phone. They were boring. But then I clicked …

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In the underground, in Les Spirites, the lesbians broke out their rings for the night. Some wore black, white, yellow, green, blue, violet, or pink. Others garnished their thighs with straps of comparable colours. The rest simply wrapped their wrist or arm with bracelets. Within record time, lesbians paired by the colour of the rings: spotting others within seconds or minutes. Some from inches or several yards away. How it came to this night: we must look to a closeted lesbian who attended an Ivy League school. Where cultural prejudices created a venue that was hard to book for lesbian lovers. She devised a colour system. Black for one night stands, white for lifers, yellow for multiple partners, green for environmentally inclined, pink for soft lovers, and violet for rough lovers. But these colours meant …

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In Les Spirites, California: A petite lesbian from the secretary pool of an LGBT Co. Was called up to the top floor of a 50 floor building. It was plain she was nervous. Bessy, a hard-working Midwesterner from Illinois, came to LA with only five dollars in her pocket. She came from the Windy City, across the bright plains of IL to the bustling city of Les Spirites: full of dreams and hopes. Her boss was a red-haired and a task-master who went by Greta. Because lesbians were the minority of minorities within an economy built up on the repeat business of diapers, pampers, and formulas, most companies and governments were primarily concerned with the traditional units of society. The father needs a raise, the mother needs a maternity leave, and the squawling of the …

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On the West Coast, within the county of Les Spirites City: Within a house of statue, where stairs and pillars were made of marble, the mistress stood as master of all she surveyed. Having a stately figure of Icelandic origins, she towered at 6 ft tall. Near her: In a locked room was an obsidian orifice, a bowel of ebony stone on the floor. Across the room was a stately door, large, and wide. Above it, a lion’s head carved into stone. The stone lion scowled at all who stood before it. The Mistress called herself ‘Katla’. Her skin has a bronze glow: the courtesy of the West Coast Sun. Her face is flawless, with full lips, blue eyes, perfect cheekbones. She calls her lesbian cohort: ‘I need you.’ 15 minutes later, her companion, ‘Lilith’, …

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