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Still, Amy was acting more passive than Andrea was used to– of course, due to Claire sitting a few feet away– so Andrea took Amy’s hands and placed them on her breasts. Andrea loved the feel of Amy’s tiny hands playfully caressing her nipples. By this point, Andrea was fueled up with wine, anger, and [...]

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By Jane Loblaw, edited by Belle Roberts When Claire arrived home a day earlier than expected, she was shocked to find her lover sitting on the couch next to ex-girlfriend Andrea. It was after 11 p.m., and there were two empty bottles of wine on the table. Andrea held her lipstick-stained glass when she saw [...]

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Candice’s Cowgirl (Part Two)

As if hearing my thoughts, Candice pulls herself up off of the ground and steps over me, my legs now between hers. She kneels down gracefully and as our eyes meet she says, “I have wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you.” Her hands caress and hold my face as she [...]

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Candice’s Cowgirl (Part One)

By Chris Vonatzski, Edited By Belle Roberts It has been two weeks since my friend Mark got me a job at the Davies ranch. Beautiful trees live on the thirteen acres of land along with open trails, ponds, white fencing, fifteen barns, horses, chickens, pigs, goats and cows. If you can name it, it’s here [...]

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Revealed (Part Two)

“Kiss me,” she said. “Kiss me now, and on the mouth. I want to know that you are real. And she did. Without hesitation, Sue leaned toward her and pulled her into a long, deep kiss. The desire had been there, slowly fermenting and building, probably even before she had been introduced to her. Their [...]

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Revealed (Part One)

By PdeQ, Edited By Belle Roberts It started with a kiss. She had never kissed a girl before. Never felt the urge or desire to, until now. It felt like the brush of velvet across her lips, as she pressed her naked body to hers. Earlier that evening her colleagues from work had suggested a [...]

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A few days after our dressing room adventure, Elizabeth and I were having coffee in our neighbourhood cafe. It was a charming little place owned by an elderly man and his wife. They would arrive every morning at 4am to start baking, and open the doors to the public by 7am. It was simply heavenly. [...]

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She wasn’t joking. I could tell by the way she looked at me when she said it. I could tell by the way her breath quickened, and how she squirmed on the bench. “Right now?” I whispered in disbelief. She didn’t say anything but instead took my hand in hers and guided it down in [...]

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She was an old friend of mine, who I had met in a cafe years before. It was one of those 24-hour cafes, with never-ending breakfast, and never-ending coffee. Ideal for students, insomniacs, and secret midnight rendezvous between young couples. I was there as a student, on my fourth of fifth cup of joe, tackling [...]

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