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Lesbian Erotica Stories V3 (v. 1.0)
Разработано IQWireless
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The third installment in a series, this book contains over A celebration of all things lesbian! 20,000+ decadent, erotic words dripping with sexual lesbian electricity. Inspired by many great true-life stories told in hushed tones, this collection will arouse and stimulate you in a way that porn, or XXX sex videos cannot. Easy and fast to read format make this book one that you won't be able to put down.
An exerpt from the book:
I don't have the biggest breasts, but I get compliments from guys about my ass every so often. I tend to be a very sensual, flirty girl over all.
Heather was definitely a real beauty. Her curly, dark red hair touched the middle of her back and she had a killer smile. She was taller at about 5'5, with awesome, shapely legs that came as a result of her biking all over campus. Her breasts were a little bit bigger than mine and she was a little more toned. She had the most gorgeous, hazel green eyes I'd ever seen.
She introduced herself, got some coffee, and then headed back over to our table to look over my homework. I kept noticing her looking at me in a peculiar way as we covered the assignment.
I tend to have a wild style of dress, so I had on a funky green silk top with a plunge neckline and some tight-ass jeans. Since my tits are on the small side, I hardly ever wear a bra. The silk rubbing up against my bare nipples felt wonderful throughout the day, and the way the tight jeans rode up on me…let's just say it was thrilling in many ways.
Heather seemed to be the smart, shy type. I didn't mind at all. In fact, I was rather fascinated and in awe. I do well in most of my classes, but am more of an artsy type rather than a book-smart type of person.
Despite being totally enthralled with Heather, I did actually get a lot out of our session. She was a natural born teacher, so I was finally getting a grasp on what was going on. As our session neared to an end, she leaned over to me.
"Hey, Monica, where did you get that blouse?"
I smiled. "I made it. It's so comfortable; it's like being naked."
She laughed and blushed a little, which I found endearing. She asked if she could touch it. Heather touching me? Why not?
She rubbed some of the material and seemed taken aback by my sewing talents. I moved closer to her on purpose, breathing in her clean scent while gazing at her beautiful face. Then I had a marvelous, devious idea.
"I have an idea. Why don't you come back to my dorm and I'll measure you? I love making stuff for other people. It'd be a real treat for me, plus you can look at it as a bonus for helping me so much," I said, hoping she'd take the bait.
"Wow, really? That'd be great," she said, still blushing a little.
We walked back to my dorm slowly, chatting the whole way. I learned she didn't have a boyfriend and pretty much relied on tutoring for income. She lived in the honors dorms, of course, and I lived in what was deemed the "party central" of dorms. Heather asked me all about the crazy antics that went on there as we rode up on the elevator.
As we went inside, I was thrilled to see a note from my roommate, telling me she had a date with some hot guy and would be gone all evening. What luck! I put on some music and retrieved my tape measurer.
I moved in close to Heather to take her measurements, and again, I could feel her checking me out. I started with her hips, then her waist (which was enviably tiny), then her bust. It was then that she leaned in and kissed me.
Wow! I was really surprised! Here I thought Heather was a pretty innocent gal and she was putting the moves on me! We kissed for what seemed like hours, and finally broke apart and just stared at each other.
I caught my breath and she took my hand, leading me over to my bed...
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