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“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

"She thinks you're a virgin and that she might have problems because of that..." "Don't fuck with me, this is paradise, and if I hadn't come, it's because I didn't have anyone to come with, and because it wasn't the right time since the person I thought was my friend betrayed me and..." "Okay, enough drama, let's go have a couple of drinks to forget the shitty day we had." He takes my hand and pulls me inside, around the dance floor, until we reach the table that Alexis' friend had pointed out to us. "Baby, this is a club of surprises, and what you'll see here is just a part of what's beyond these four walls. Yes, don't look at me like that, you have to know that this club is divided into se

"Why attach yourself to a lesbian domme?" "I like it here. I like the people, the location, the atmosphere, the attitude. I have lots of great sex. Don't get me wrong. Some of the women here are total pussy connoisseurs. Monique, fuck, can that girl munch rug. The strap-ons help, and if I get totally desperate, I can go trolling for cock, but most of the guys you meet that way are total shit heels. I haven't found a situation I like any better, so why change?"

I sucked in my breath, the sight of the whip landing on her ass making my pussy grip at the same time, made my heart quiver. Then the older lady had her turn to eat pussy. Her lips rolled so sweetly I could see the strands drawn by pussy juice all over her lips. She ate with so much intensity that I struggled to get my legs closed as I watched. Her occasional slutty moans as she ate made my pussy swell with a tingling grip. Then came the scissoring. Fuck! How I loved to watch lesbians throb their pussies together. The way their soft bodies collided as they hugged, their sloppy clits glided over each other as they kissed them together made my nipples ache so badly.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

The maiden gasped at the sweet gesture. Then the Dark Queen climbed atop her maiden, getting in between her shapely legs, causing every sensation to intensify. Hades buried her face into Persephone's neck and breasts. It sent a wave of shocking pleasure. once their skin made contact. The maiden craved for Hades more than ever. She enjoyed the goddess's weight above her, the thrilling touches on her skin. It was both delirious and surreal -like a dream within a dream. "I love you, Hades," she blurted, but she did not regret saying it. The goddess's amorous words were hot against Hades's lips, branding them upon her skin. "You are my first joy and my last."

Chapter 15 (Lesbian x Threesome.) Mia’s POV I don’t even know how to start this without sounding like a complete mess. Maybe because I am. Lori and I were walking across the hallway that afternoon with our fingers intertwined as we were laughing loudly about some stupid article in that Teenage magazine she swears by even though I had no interest in them. She said they were something about pastel nails, bbls and the biggest tea about the top power lesbian couples.

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.

The floorboards creaked under my weight as I adjusted my position. My knees were starting to ache against the hardwood, but I didn't move. I couldn't. The circle of salt and chalk was messy, jagged in some places where my hand had shaken, but it didn't matter. Perfection wasn't the point; intent was. And God, I was drowning in intent. My apartment felt smaller than usual, the air thick with the scent of cheap black candles and my own sweat. I was wearing a silk slip that clung to my skin, damp from the humidity of a New York summer night. No bra, no panties. If I was going to do this, I wanted there to be zero barriers.

Dozens of versions of her, in colors and shadows and light. The critics called it obsession on canvas. Some praised it as genius, the rawest art Damien had ever produced. Others muttered about impropriety, about boundaries blurred, about a muse consumed. Lena read the leaked reviews with trembling hands. Part of her felt exposed, stripped bare for the world. Another part, the part Damien had awakened felt powerful. Desired. Immortalized. When Damien saw the leak, he didn’t flinch. He only looked at Lena. “Let them see,” he said. “Let them know. They’ll never understand, but they’ll know you’re mine.”