Two lesbians darted into a building.
They tore off their jackets.
Down to their basics.
From a box: they picked 2 objects shaped oval and roundish.
They each held one to their loin until they heard a faint click. The objects fastened to their vaginal cloth.
They nodded and moved more slowly into the building. An aperture appeared.
One of the lesbians slid close to it and placed her vaginal object into it. It vibrated and she nodded to her partner.
A door slid open. Like a panther, her partner slipped into the room.
Her musculature rippled in the soft lightening like a lion on the prowl.
She (Kelly) detected a small opening on the other end: she slid her object into her, her pelvic yielding and her vaginal zone glued to it the aperture. The door was held open by her vaginal object. Her partner (Jillian) moved into the room after her.
Across from Kelly was another aperture: Jillian slide her vaginal shell into it. There was a click and the door in the room opened to a hallway.
They both withdrew their vaginal shells and slipped into the hallway.
So far it was dark. They liked it that way. They moved further down the hall.
At the end was a drain. Kelly nodded to Jillian and removed her object from her vaginal zone, stripped off her cloth, exposing a soft narrow opening in her loin. Kelly fingered and plucked at her vagina until eventually, with a grunt, she unleashed fluids into hole: a click was heard. The last door in the hallway opened.
They slipped into it, where Jillian spotted a tiny door, with a latch. She stripped off her object and her vaginal cloth: with strong, narrow fingers, she milked her own vagina for fluids. Some time later: she burst.
Fluids leaked into a drain.
A click.
She opened the tiny latch. Inside were two tiny soft belts: adorned with green stones, clear, but beautiful. They attached them to their thighs, and proceeded back down the hallway. They reclothed and like panthers, they disappeared into the night.
And resurfaced at another building: a lesbian guard espied the belts around their thighs.
Challenge completed.
For the uninitiated: there is a building owned by a woman formerly known as Kinky Pink; her sister Kink Pink hosted a challenge that night: free month stay, provided they could breach her new game maze.
She calls it simply: the Challenge.
Because no maze was technically feasible without extensive permissions, she uses a motel (her ‘maze’) she owns that has rooms back to back and hallways. It is not opened yet to business.
The prize: a luxury room in Kink Pink’s condo building.
Jillian and Kelly lay together in their new-found room: their thigh adorned with a stretch of cloth that sparkled with emerald-like jewels. They slowly and softly kissed, concluding:
The Challenge
Afterword:
Like other games: this game didn’t last, lasting only as long as a lesbian with technical know-how could make it work. Eventually as with all things, lesbians settled back into their rhythm, viewing the games invented by rare, creative lesbians as occasional distractions.
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By Kelsi LeBrock, Kelly McGill, and Erin Grace.
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