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Both ladies are over 18--Neither is abnormally endowed. X==X I was 28 years old and a divorcee. Over the years I had had some form of sex or another with about ten men and two women. The first of the lesbian encounters had been my college roommate my first encounter with my second partner had included my partner's husband. Later we met often and alone.

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The Tuesday started like hundreds of others at the art centre where I worked as a model. I breezed in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the office. "Good morning all," I greeted the office staff. "G'morning they returned." I turned and was about to leave when the Secretary called out, "Oh, Sophie. Just a minute."

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It was a dumb idea. A friend told me about it and I guess I thought it might be good for a few laughs. And maybe I would meet somebody nice. It was a speed dating service that matched rich guys and hot girls. Silly, I know. Since I hadn't met anyone nice in a while I thought I would try it. I knew that I was going to meet a lot of jerks but I thought there might be a chance of meeting someone nice who could squire me around town and spoil me for a change.

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"Of all the low things guys can do, this has got to be the worst!" my roommate, Heather stormed as she slammed the door of our dorm room. I was lying across my bed, already in my pajamas, studying for a trigonometry test. Some people think I'm kind of a nerd since I'm studying to be a math teacher. I'm tall with brown hair, brown eyes, and I wear glasses.

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I don't suppose it will surprise anyone that, in the age of the Internet, texting, and beyond, it is not only possible, but extremely easy and pleasant to acquire the services of a female 'companion' when one is a busy lawyer visiting Washington D.C. I am 34 years old, 5' 6" tall, with short, ash blonde hair, blue eyes, attractive and slim, though I admit I'm putting on just a little weight as I grow older. Oh, and my name is Lisa.

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As I strolled down the corridor in the dorm, I caught a glimpse of her walking to the girls' shower room. "How the hell can she take a shower with a candy sucker in her mouth?" I silently fumed. Since the start of sophomore year, I had been butting heads with Ginny. Everything about her irritated me from her sunny disposition to the big "D" cup breasts that resided on her chest.

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Oh god, I was so horny. I was watching dirty movies whenever I wasn't at school, I was masturbating for hours every night. I'd sit in the lecture hall, twirling a shiny, jet-black curl of hair, eyes not registering my pathology professor droning away. While my classmates scribbled notes furiously on either side of me, I would be concocting daydreams filled with big cocks, silk sheets, and the wild animal humping. I had been fantasizing about sex so much I was hardly paying any attention to my ten classes.

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Oh my Sarah, You sure know how to make my panties wet. I just LOVE your lesbian stories. I 'm a straight married women who loves to masturbate to lesbian erotica stories. It's my naughty little secret. If you ever want to naughty chat, email me.

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We'd been sparring partners at the gym for awhile, which is why, when my bellydance class had a performance, I invited her to come with me. It was a whole big gala hafla thing, sit down dinner and all, and I just really wanted to know someone there besides my dance classmates. And Phoebe was the only person outside that context that I had really connected with since moving to San Francisco last year.

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Ken and I had followed the Navy after his OCS and two short-hitch postings for him to Pensacola, Florida. His work as a flight controller was stable enough so it looked as though we might just be here awhile. I put my Journalism degree to use and found work with a small magazine and they seemed pretty happy to have me. So we were the typical duel income, no kids (and none wanted for now at least), nice house on the water, late to middish 20s yuppy puppies you hear about.

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