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I think the stories written by women about men are more realistic than the stories written by men about women. For one thing, the men buy into the mistaken belief that women like their clits sucked, rather than licked. Story after story told about one woman sucking another woman's clit. Sorry, guys, sucking genitals is a male thing. Dec 05, Caty rated it liked it. Being the wannabe faggot queer girl that I am, this is obviously one of my guilty pleasures.

Dec 04, Warren rated it it was ok Shelves: smut. I only read a few of these stories but gave up. Mostly overwritten and not as awesome as the concept could be. SO much potential for awesome here. Jun 20, Oriana added it. Mar 12, Erin rated it it was ok. Her eyes are as dark as her hair. Gorgeous girl. I know my nipples were standing at attention, and a quick hug from Kim made them try to rip through the silk of my dress.

I had a few extra plans in my head that Kim knew nothing about. Michele answered her door wearing her black silk dress that is almost exactly like my green one. I almost came right there. We exchanged a quick kiss before I introduced her to Kim. Michele is about 5 foot 6 inches tall, 36D — 28 — 34, blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and such a kissable mouth.

Since neither Michele nor I had anything that would fit her, we decided to take Kim to the store where we had purchased our dresses. It was early enough, we had plenty of time to shop. Is there some sort of cut-off point?

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I have a delicate, young-looking sort of face. I have almost-curly brown hair to my shoulders and hazel eyes. My lips are a little pouty. My hips roll nicely when I walk.

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And, yes, I look pretty damned cute in my braces. Yes, it was erect. I am sexually active and in a committed relationship with a wonderful woman my own age. It was a couple years ago, around the time of my 18th birthday. At the time I was dating Angie, a cheerleader for the high school basketball team.

We were seniors and had been dating for a couple of years at that point, but Angie especially was committed to waiting for sex until we could be life partners. In their minds, Angie and I were just close friends who liked to make believe about being lovers. I still loved Angie, but I needed the world to accept that I was a lesbian, and there was only one way I could think to do it.

I approached a girl named Danielle, a 19 year-old high school senior with an air of exotic maturity about her, as well as a reputation as, well, a dyke and a slut. Danielle was sitting by herself on a bench outside of school waiting for her ride when I approached her. She was a gorgeous native Alaskan with creamy porcelain skin of an almost caramel hue, shiny black hair, flinty brown eyes, and an incredible figure. But she also had three nose-rings and a tattoo of a marijuana leaf on the back of her right hand.

In Fairbanks that meant she was allowed to be a lesbian. She looked at me and nodded silently. No reason to not just say it, I decided. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I love Angie, but I need to prove myself. My mom was going to be out of town on Friday night, so Angie and I made special plans for me to cook her dinner at my house. I told her to be prepared to spend the night, and while she was hesitant, I insisted that she at least be prepared to stay, even if she changed her mind later.

She agreed, and the rest of the week, our hearts were aflutter and our stomachs full of butterflies. And my spirit was still full of anger and pride. I even signed up an on-line site where I could post the videos, and used my own full name in screen name. I wanted there to be no doubt. When Friday evening rolled around, I was excited and nervous all at once. I dressed in a pleated denim skirt with a light blue peasant blouse. Angie had seen my nipples once before and had been captivated by them, so I wore no bra under the lightweight top, which was loose enough that only shadows hinted at the sweet tidbits by which she was enthralled.

When Angie arrived I nearly regretted my plan, because she was such the picture of innocent beauty, but I did want to make love to her badly, and I told myself the video was inconsequential to that. A side benefit. The real point was that we would express our feelings for one another with intimate physical connection. Angie was not your stereotypical high school cheerleader.

But her beauty was more mature. She was a normal girl who just happened to be absolutely beautiful. Her face was round, with shining green eyes and softly turned lips, all framed by dark brown curls which hung to her chin. Her skin tanned easily, and was already olive-complected by late April. She was just about six-foot tall.

Her figure was in the same proportions as mine, but the extra 10 inches translated to magnificent curves. I was especially enchanted with her thighs, of all things.


I loved her in her cheer skit because it showed of her thighs so well. As I awoke it felt as if a freight train was actually traveling through my head.

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I immediately hugged the pillow again. Of course, without all that wine, I probably would not have experienced one of the best nights of my life.

Despite the freight train rattling around in my head, I smiled as I closed my eyes and relived what had happened just a few hours ago. The memory brought some relief. When I came home from work yesterday, Josh, my boyfriend of 10 months, was sitting on my porch waiting for me. I ran up to him and tried to give him a kiss, but he pushed me away and told me we had to talk. Warning bells went off. Did he lose his job?

Did someone die? Looking miserable, he sat back down on the porch swing. Giving him a moment to compose himself, I joined him on the swing. He took my hand in his. He looked to be in agony. My thoughts went to his grandmother, who we both loved with all of our hearts. Did something happen to her? I …shit, hon. I love you, I swear I do..

I went half numb with shock. I thought I would be spending the rest of my life with Josh. He tried to ease my shock some, no doubt, but in the end, he simply walked off of my porch and out of my life. I sat there staring into space for a while, the reality not really hitting home. I looked around and some of the memories of our relationship began to relive themselves in my imagination.

I needed to blank this pain out. I went inside and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge. Sudden awareness of that fact made her start, and she glanced back at the door to the storeroom, only partially obscured by a half-empty bookshelf. She felt calmer when she saw that it was closed, but her pulse continued to thrum below her damp blouse. When she turned back to the balcony, she discovered a second woman joining the first. Perhaps what was really odd was that Ruth was spying on them instead of shutting the window and returning to her work. The truth was that the bookseller could not look away from those two.

Ruth bit her lip, trying to imagine the sensation, to imagine the details of the scene taking place. Were they lovers, or strangers who had just gone to bed for the first and last time? The older woman said something, looked into her eyes … and the other woman disappeared. She wondered if they were leaving the hotel…. But then, the brunette returned to the balcony with something purple in her hands.

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Ruth did not know what it was until she began to lick it avidly, revealing an unmistakable phallic shape. It was a dildo, larger than one she had ever seen , both in thickness and length. Ruth froze at the realization of what it was and blushed: it was gigantic! Was she really going to put that into her?

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The second nodded and placed a leg atop a small patio table. Her partner smirked as she approached her, using a hand to feel for her arousal before pushing in all those inches seemingly no effort at all. A groan made Ruth return to reality, hers. She covered her mouth quickly, and felt a heat flood her cheeks that had nothing to do with the weather.