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I hated seeing my mom with all those bruises from when she hurt herself trying to contain the anxiety attacks which Father constantly subjects her to. Most of the time I couldn’t care any less. My mind was definitely made up. I would never have anything to do with a man, no marrying a man, no kids. I had definitely decided to become a lesbian. It definitely would save me from all of the madness that came with having a man make me bipolar. “Now come suck this pussy,” the female lead in my audiobook commanded, her voice stern in a way that made my pussy suddenly moisten. Loud smacking sounds followed, with slutty moans. I bit my lips softly, leaning my weight back into my dressing chair.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

I could feel my heart racing at the idea of certain questions being asked. "I am apart of the LGBTQ+ community." His deep voice sounded over the speakers I felt my breathe catch in my throat as I contemplated my next move. I noticed many others stepping forward so I followed suit in a last second decision. I looked around and nearly fell over when I saw Anna smirking over at me from across the way, clearly having taken a step. I turned to my left and noticed Rory directly next to me with a glint her her eye. Once we stepped back I could feel the sweat on my palms as I clenched my fists and shoved them into my pockets. That was the first time I had ever openly admitted to being even remotely

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

<><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul' It's an LGBT genre's lesbian love story. Many don't like this genre, so you can happily avoid this book. And the rest are welcome to this world. I hope you all will be witnesses to a pure love story. The story belongs to my dreamland. If anything from this book matched anyone's life that's totally coincident. The medical information and others are there will be from my research and only for making the story more attractive. Once again thanks to everyone for choosing my book to read.

My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books. "Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin. He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power. He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.

Eyes the color of wet stone. He looked at me the way people look at something they have already decided to keep. “Elena Voss,” he said. “Come in.” The room smelled faintly of cedar. Two armchairs facing each other across a low table. A single lamp throwing warm light. Behind him, a wall of books with titles I recognized from my father’s study. Experimental hypnosis. Dissociative states. The ethics of suggestion. I sat. He sat. The silence stretched until my pulse felt loud.

They got back the next Sunday afternoon and Kay came over as soon as she unpacked and had supper. We greeted each other with hugs and I was becoming very aware of her body against mine. Maybe it was because of all the lesbian books and stories I'd been reading but for the first time I found myself really enjoying it without feeling strange or guilty. It was around this time I started thinking that maybe I was a lesbian, at that time the words gay and bisexual didn’t have any real meaning to me. I found myself wondering how Kay felt. I mean really wondering, I was almost obsessing over it - she was my best friend and this was the first time I actually had a secret from her.

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

not images, videos or screen shots are to be taken out of this book unless authorised otherwise. Its atotal Lgbt relation and if you find yourself uncomfortable reading it. Then please just dismiss. Little erotic and little romance to it.