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Emma was a sixteen year old British girl who was thought of as being very attractive there were many boys as well as some girls who would have loved to have had sex with her but only a couple of boys had been brave enough to try and chat her up, Emma was a violet girl who was a bully and feared by most of her school mates as well as the residents of the town that she lived in, they did their best to stay clear of her. Emma lived with her mum who started drinking heavy when Emma’s dad left home and was now an alcoholic who drank away most of her money, there was hardly ever any food in the house so Emma went hungry a lot of the time. Emma’s dad …

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A couple hours away from Les Spirites, California, was a building of impossible proportions. Some called it the ‘Zoo’. On Spring Break, some lesbians from the university drove to this building. They were infrequent lovers: but frequent lovers of all things novel. The ‘Zoo’ was like a gilded cage of all buildings. It was linked by poles, ladders, ropes, and slides. Only monkeys or very acrobatic lesbians could scale it or explore its depths. It was impossible building. It shut down within a year due to failing building codes: by all rights it shouldn’t exist. Lesbians weren’t the only ones who visited. But they were the most frequent. Overnight, habitual sex was made better by the fact, the ‘Zoo’ was their own. Even if it did shut down eventually. Before its eventually demise at the …

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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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