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CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.

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She smiled, "wooow.. you know all that?" I sighed not trying to think about last night and me on my laptop going through these stupid lesbian groups on F******k. They were full of shitty narrow minded people who thought they were real lesbians because they didn't have kids or sleep with a man.. I looked at Meagan, "makes me wonder if they even know what a lesbian is? Coz they make it about sex and kids forgetting that we are females regardless of our sexuality and females pop out children." Meg laughed, "eat and preach at the same time..."

Lena had always known she was different. At twenty-four, with a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore, a tiny waist, and wide, soft hips that swayed with every step — she had never been able to control her cravings. It wasn’t just high libido. It was an addiction. A deep, aching need to be fucked that never truly went away. The moment her pussy got wet, her mind shut off and her body took over. She would let literally anyone have her if they wanted it. Old, young, ugly, hot, married, single — it didn’t matter. As long as there was a hard cock, Lena would spread her legs.

My jeans felt too tight suddenly, clinging to my thighs like a cage. “Take them off,” Leah murmured against my ear. “Let us see how wet that pussy is.” I obeyed. I kicked off my shoes first, then slowly slid the denim down, baring my thighs, my hips, my soaked black thong. Leah made a sound behind me — part moan, part growl — and knelt down to press a kiss to my ass cheek. Daniel’s breath hitched. “Fuck. She’s dripping already.” I was. A single line of wetness had soaked through the crotch of my panties, shamelessly obvious. I felt open and exposed. Lit up under their eyes like a toy they were ready to share.

“Luna Amelie helped, telling them their futures are together, but what is Chloe outperforms Grace? She’ll be devastated.” “They both will. But maybe you can have a little faith?” I sighed, then frowned at the screen. “Before it was Family Justice United, it looks like it was a bunch of smaller operations: the Alpha Reparations League, Beta/Gamma Homeward, something called the Federation for Werewolf Equality, and Dildos for Cops. Is that last one right?” Travis looked at me and laughed. “It’s a lesbian-run group, or it was.” He tapped a few keys. “You’re right, they dissolved about a year ago, and the leadership had the members join Family Justice United. What was the connection there?”

Psyche drew near the temple of Venus, endeavoring to fortify her mind while ruminating on her fate. The end was doubtful and perhaps fatal. At the door, she saw the goddess's priestesses, who did not have to be chaste, although they were required to be fairly attractive and shall often settle down with someone they believe to be their One True Love, to whom they shall be faithful unless a stronger True Love comes along. Before she could utter a word, the priestess named Consueto confronted her, crying in disgust.

"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

Most of these girls had fallen victims to this from their tender ages counting from their primary to secondary ages. Lesbianism, also called Sapphism or female homosexuality, is the tendency of a human female to be emotionally and usually sexually attracted to other females, or the state of being so attracted to females. It is a much-debated topic now-a-days. Orthodox minded people often get furious on the thought of lesbianism as they believe that this practice is an attempt to rewrite all the conventional attitudes of people regarding sexual life. A society which yet see women as a byproduct of men, can't tolerate the outspokenness of free-thinking women who prove daring enough to live ind

I bit my lips softly, leaning my weight back into my dressing chair. I loved lesbian books and p**n so much that I had secretly wanted to be a lesbian adult actor. “Yes Mummy,” the second female lead moaned. Slurpy gliding sound of wet pussies brushing over each other resounded loudly into my ears. I wanted so badly to be a part of this. I sorted my legs high on my table, pushing off the distracting book that laid on my way with my right leg. It landed face down with a loud thud. I didn’t care.