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After eight years, Paul and I were trying to keep our marriage fresh and romantic and, yes, sexual. So on a Tuesday night in May, I prepared for Paul's return home after work by dressing up in one of the sexy outfits he liked when we fooled around in the bedroom.

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The place is not what I expected. The atmosphere is bright, glitzy, with an overall techno feel that seems almost cold. I had expected something warmer, more ... nurturing, feminine, I guess, from a place that caters exclusively to women. I wonder if this appeals to the butch types, and then laugh at myself for indulging in stereotypes. What do I know, anyway - it's my first time in a "girl bar".

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I. BACKGROUND Traci was a tall slender blonde who had been my Mom's roommate in college. They'd stayed in touch and I kinda knew her from her short visits. She was apparently rather wealthy and traveled a lot. I'd never understood exactly what she did but it was somehow related to the classical music and jazz business.

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"Half an hour to go," I thought. We closed at six o'clock on Fridays, and I was definitely ready to go home. It had been a long week at the shoe store where I worked. Michelle, the owner, had decided to hold a big summer sale to try to boost the business. It's hard for a small boutique store to compete with the big chains, so I understood the need, but it had been a crazy week. Michelle did a good job promoting the sale.

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For those of you who don't know me, my name is Hilda. I live in Canada with my husband Reynard. We are both of Scandinavian decent and have been married for over 30 years. Though I had always been told how pretty I was, the confidence I once had in my body had begun to wane since I had gained the extra weight that comes with age. Other than a pretty face and nice legs, I always thought my best assets were my extra full breasts.

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Alternative Medicine Tanya Winters stared at the red light and then glanced at her watch. She was running late and was angry with herself, since it was her own fault. She was usually very punctual and, even with two kids, managed to get them both to wherever they needed to be on time. Band camp, football practice, recitals, swimming, school, boy scouts, she put more mileage on her minivan in the first year than the total that its five-year warranty allowed.

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I was standing in front of my tiny, jumbled closet looking in vain for suitable clothes to take to New Orleans. It had been sooo easy down in the Caribbean because all I needed was a couple pieces of floss to wear over my itty bitty titties and Brazilian waxed coochie. Rich, poor, who knew when you're half naked and dripping wet?

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As I look back on it now, I wonder if it was fate or maybe I am just lucky. This is a story of my first sexual encounter as a lesbian. It is a night that will forever be burned into my memory, but enough of the introduction, here is the story that is closest to my heart. I was 18, and it was the party to be at. We had just got out of school for thanksgiving break.

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We were drunk, my best friend Liz and I. No, we were beyond drunk. We were completely shit-faced, to use the vernacular. We sprawled side by side on the sofa in my apartment giggling at nothing. “Do you remember that little pinch faced girl that wanted you so bad our last semester?” Liz asked me. He face was flushed and tears leaked from her eyes as she laughed harder. “The one who looked like she had just sucked a green persimmon?”

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My name is Penny, Penny Bloodworth. Please, no jokes, I’ve heard them all! I’ve always found the company of girls to be a lot more interesting than that of boys, but it wasn’t until I was 13 or so that I realized that I was also sexually attracted to other girls. Whenever I could get a chance to “play doctor” with one of my friends, I’d get a special tingle whenever they’d let me touch their little pussies, or they’d touch mine.

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