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Now that I’m turned towards her I can see her properly and I can see that her shorts are around her ankles and she has one of her hands buried between her legs. “I. I. I.” She stammers trying to speak. I start to speak but I’m stunned into silence when she takes her hand from between her legs raises it to her mouth and licks it. I feel my cock twitch watching her pornographic display and I wonder what the fuck is happening. Selina walks forward into my bedroom, turns around, and closes the door behind her, She then kicks her shorts off her feet so that she is wearing nothing from the waist down and then starts to walk across the room towards me. My mind is spinning as I watch Selina walk acr

A bunch of queens line up, with the extreme having a cluster. I tap a random queen. “Did you see my stuff? It was packaged…” “You own that wicked shit?” She rolls her eyes. “Men, I need your plug.” The other queens laugh. “I don't have time for that.” I rap. “I need it.” “Sheesh.” She hisses. “Your shit knocked my girls out in seconds.” She points to two ladies dozing off on the cold floor. “But I got something on me.” She pulls out a wrapped substance from her bra and dangles it.

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

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Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

/LUKE/ I sat on the edge of my small bed, staring at the walls. It had been three days since I left Chase’s luxury apartment, and I had finally stopped trying to lie to myself. I wasn't gay—I still liked girls—but I had officially experienced what I could only call a hole awakening. I wanted Chase’s dick. More than that, I wanted to feel the weight of his balls slapping violently against my ass cheeks just like I had seen in his bedroom.

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

The thrill was insane… two women in a forbidden room, fully clothed but already fucking with our eyes. We drifted to the large reading table in the corner, hidden by tall shelves, the air thick with old books and raw lust. I set the manuscript down, but my eyes were glued to the way her ass filled that skirt as she leaned over the table to examine the text. Her hair fell forward, brushing my cheek like silk, and I tilted my head, letting it drag across my jaw, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the growing wetness between her legs. Her eyes flicked up, dark and glittering. “Do you always get distracted by people instead of the books… Alice?”

That was the prologue. The real story starts now. We are going to follow the journey of these two women who are from opposite sides of the world. We are entering the untamed planes of Africa. An unconquered land with more secrets and treasures than anyone could ever dare to hope for. Throw in a few supernatural creatures, lame banter between friends and more than a few scenes dedicated to u-haul lesbian drama. This story is dedicated to Laro, my best friend and partner in crime. Thank you for calling me out on my bullshit and reminding me that all my goals are just a few dozen steps out of reach.