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Amazing Grace – a Lesbian Sex Story

2 June, 2018 (02:35) | Lesbian Sex Stories | By: admin

by LeAnna 

***

Imagine Grace's surprise when she undressed her lover 
(who she'd just met less than an hour before at the 
party they were both attending) to find that he was 
really a she. What would she do now? (FF, 1st-lesbian-
expr, rom)

***
 
The music accentuated the heavy air perfectly, loud and 
pulsating, almost having a life of its own. The beats 
pounded away in Grace's head, pounding in her body, as 
she took another deep breath of marijuana, reveling in 
the feeling of lightheadedness. 90% of the party-goers 
were stoned or drunk, and nearly everybody was echoing 
the beats of the music with the movement of their bodies 
on the dance floor.

A young man, about 19 years old, engaged in a deep lip-
lock just at the edge of Grace's sight, his hands moving 
lewdly up her shirt and touching the woman's undoubtedly 
hard nipples. Grace sighed, exhaling the smoke slowly, 
and fighting off a bout of depression.	

"Don't think about it!" she chided herself, pushing the 
thought out of her head. The thought that had 
reverberated throughout her mind for a year; "aren't you 
going to get laid yet? Are you going to be a virgin for 
the rest of your life?" 

She'd had her share of suitors, and had her pussy eaten 
out a time or two.
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After The Party – a Lesbian Sex Story

2 June, 2018 (02:03) | Lesbian Sex Stories | By: admin

by Rogue Writer (roguewriter@hotmail.com)

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Two girls meet at a party and go find some privacy for 
their own party.

***

NOTE: This is adult material, so if you're too young to 
read sexually explicit things please stop reading this 
now. The same goes for adults who don't like this stuff. 
This story should not inspire you to do anything more 
than have a good time.

Please send feedback to roguewriter@hotmail.com. Without 
it I will only get worse.

***

I was sitting in my living room that Sunday morning, 
working on the broken clasp of one of my anklets, my 
favorite anklet. The most expensive piece of jewelry I 
owned, it was a silver chain studded with diamond chips 
given to me by an ex-girlfriend. But the price tag was 
hardly the reason I cherished it. She gave it to me last 
year for my twenty- fourth birthday and I considered it a 
sign of how she felt about me. I was in love with her and 
it was her way of saying she felt the same.

Frustrated, I tossed aside the anklet and the pair of 
needle nose pliers I was using to fix it. I needed to 
lift my spirits.
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