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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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Many lesbians banded up in Los Spirites, California. Across varied buildings and apartment, dozens if not hundreds of lip clashed together in a one-night throe of the most tempestuous passion. By morning, they faded into the sunrise, off to work. Their social structure being a multitude of women that joined for a night. Like the Mayfly, 6 hours later, their passionate unions fades away, replaced by the rhythms of life. One lesbian student wrote an essay on the beauty of lesbianism. How they lived and waned like the beautiful moon from month to month. It went on as this: As nations chewed out a constitution, lesbians chew on the lustrous flesh of another comely lesbian. As early societies licked their foes in combat, lesbians were licking and adoring the proverbial mountains of their partners. As …

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Loud ringing of her mobile phone disturbed her peaceful bathtub relaxation. She got up from the bathtub, and water is dripping all over her curvy body. She took her towel and wrapped it around it, and came out of the bathroom. It is a call from her friend Keera. Surabhi picked her call “Hello darling, what’s up?” Keera replied, “I am at the door babe, came in early. Have been missing you since the lockdown. Open up” Surabhi rushed to the door and saw Keera and her husband both standing there. Surabhi didn’t expect her husband there. He didn’t expect Surabhi to turn up in a bath towel. Her towel is barely covering her thighs, and her amazing cleavage is visible clearly too. Surabhi thought it was just Keera, so she did not check her …

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The big iron gates to the young persons detention centre slammed shut behind sixteen year old Tina who had just served a twelve month sentence for beating up a neighbour, Tina looked at the gates then after spitting on the gates stuck up two fingers at the centre and walked off down the road heading towards the other side of town where she lived, Tina decided to take a short cut through the woods. Sara who was two years younger than what Tina was and very open about being a lesbian was the neighbour that Tina had beaten up, Sara was in the woods and saw Tina walking towards her, Sara remembered the beating and homophobic abuse that she had received from Tina and got scared thinking that Tina would now want to get revenge …

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Within a room, tucked snugly away from the red sun were a pair of woman: suppine on their beds and sofas. Their limbs cascaded over their beds like a warm, sensual river of limbs and muscles. Their legs and arms swelled in all the right places. In the right lighting, their body and legs seemed to swell with the right amount of beauty and grace. Shadows accentuated their contours, light hit and bounced off their forms: revealing a beauty symphony of flesh and shape. One of them carried a thin strap around her right thigh. It accentuated her, to the point her status. She fingered it suddenly reflectively, as the nights before came back to her. Memories from the evening before came to her in a flurry: another lesbian. A third lesbian in pinstriped black …

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At the beach, Jacqueline’s a woman of mixed Cherokee-Irish-Scottish descent exit the water, water cascading off her supple form. She scaled her tall building in a elevator ride. At the top, in her office, she removed her swim-suit. After an hour shower, she summoned her lover from the work pool in the lower levels of the building. In her private suite, they explored the length of their own form, their legs, and arms, and rewarded each other with kisses. Eventually, she and Kelsi, her consumate lesbian companion hidden drove to their remote condo. From the living room, they viewed lesbian maze games filmed every night and transmitted to their condo. What passed for sports in normal society, lesbian games passed as sport to their community. Strength matter little next to agility and agility to thought. …

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Paula was a high school senior. Working hard for grades and applying to several colleges, hoping at least one would accept her. Spending most of her out of class time reading, studding trying so hard for A’s. She had dated a few guys, had a little fourplay was no longer a virgin. But this year there was no time for guys. Everything she did this year had to do with getting into college. She was attractive. She had short red hair nice figure 34C 24 inch waist and 35 on the bottom. It was Saturday, she went to visit a friend of her moms, Christine. Christine was someone she felt comfortable with, someone she trusted. A woman, another girl she could confide in. Tell her things that she had not told anyone. Christine would be …

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