In the underground, in Les Spirites, the lesbians broke out their rings for the night. Some wore black, white, yellow, green, blue, violet, or pink. Others garnished their thighs with straps of comparable colours. The rest simply wrapped their wrist or arm with bracelets. Within record time, lesbians paired by the colour of the rings: spotting others within seconds or minutes. Some from inches or several yards away. How it came to this night: we must look to a closeted lesbian who attended an Ivy League school. Where cultural prejudices created a venue that was hard to book for lesbian lovers. She devised a colour system. Black for one night stands, white for lifers, yellow for multiple partners, green for

In Les Spirites, California: A petite lesbian from the secretary pool of an LGBT Co. Was called up to the top floor of a 50 floor building. It was plain she was nervous. Bessy, a hard-working Midwesterner from Illinois, came to LA with only five dollars in her pocket. She came from the Windy City, across the bright plains of IL to the bustling city of Les Spirites: full of dreams and hopes. Her boss was a red-haired and a task-master who went by Greta. Because lesbians were the minority of minorities within an economy built up on the repeat business of diapers, pampers, and formulas, most companies and governments were primarily concerned with the traditional units of society. The

On the West Coast, within the county of Les Spirites City: Within a house of statue, where stairs and pillars were made of marble, the mistress stood as master of all she surveyed. Having a stately figure of Icelandic origins, she towered at 6 ft tall. Near her: In a locked room was an obsidian orifice, a bowel of ebony stone on the floor. Across the room was a stately door, large, and wide. Above it, a lion’s head carved into stone. The stone lion scowled at all who stood before it. The Mistress called herself ‘Katla’. Her skin has a bronze glow: the courtesy of the West Coast Sun. Her face is flawless, with full lips, blue eyes, perfect

Many lesbians banded up in Los Spirites, California. Across varied buildings and apartment, dozens if not hundreds of lip clashed together in a one-night throe of the most tempestuous passion. By morning, they faded into the sunrise, off to work. Their social structure being a multitude of women that joined for a night. Like the Mayfly, 6 hours later, their passionate unions fades away, replaced by the rhythms of life. One lesbian student wrote an essay on the beauty of lesbianism. How they lived and waned like the beautiful moon from month to month. It went on as this: As nations chewed out a constitution, lesbians chew on the lustrous flesh of another comely lesbian. As early societies licked their

Loud ringing of her mobile phone disturbed her peaceful bathtub relaxation. She got up from the bathtub, and water is dripping all over her curvy body. She took her towel and wrapped it around it, and came out of the bathroom. It is a call from her friend Keera. Surabhi picked her call “Hello darling, what’s up?” Keera replied, “I am at the door babe, came in early. Have been missing you since the lockdown. Open up” Surabhi rushed to the door and saw Keera and her husband both standing there. Surabhi didn’t expect her husband there. He didn’t expect Surabhi to turn up in a bath towel. Her towel is barely covering her thighs, and her amazing cleavage is

The big iron gates to the young persons detention centre slammed shut behind sixteen year old Tina who had just served a twelve month sentence for beating up a neighbour, Tina looked at the gates then after spitting on the gates stuck up two fingers at the centre and walked off down the road heading towards the other side of town where she lived, Tina decided to take a short cut through the woods. Sara who was two years younger than what Tina was and very open about being a lesbian was the neighbour that Tina had beaten up, Sara was in the woods and saw Tina walking towards her, Sara remembered the beating and homophobic abuse that she had

Within a room, tucked snugly away from the red sun were a pair of woman: suppine on their beds and sofas. Their limbs cascaded over their beds like a warm, sensual river of limbs and muscles. Their legs and arms swelled in all the right places. In the right lighting, their body and legs seemed to swell with the right amount of beauty and grace. Shadows accentuated their contours, light hit and bounced off their forms: revealing a beauty symphony of flesh and shape. One of them carried a thin strap around her right thigh. It accentuated her, to the point her status. She fingered it suddenly reflectively, as the nights before came back to her. Memories from the evening

At the beach, Jacqueline’s a woman of mixed Cherokee-Irish-Scottish descent exit the water, water cascading off her supple form. She scaled her tall building in a elevator ride. At the top, in her office, she removed her swim-suit. After an hour shower, she summoned her lover from the work pool in the lower levels of the building. In her private suite, they explored the length of their own form, their legs, and arms, and rewarded each other with kisses. Eventually, she and Kelsi, her consumate lesbian companion hidden drove to their remote condo. From the living room, they viewed lesbian maze games filmed every night and transmitted to their condo. What passed for sports in normal society, lesbian games passed

Ellen had her best friend Catherine over for a sleepover. They were best friends they were lovers. Catherine had shown Ellen how good it could be with another girl.. Catherine had introduced Ellen to several other girls who were bisexual. Ellen loved it. Catherine was strong Ellen was not. Ellen knows that without Catherine’s friendship there would not be any bisex, either with Catherine or the other girls. This started out as a typical sleepover at Ellen’s. Catherine was wearing a t shirt and shorts for pajamas. Ellen was wearing a t shirt and her panties. Catherine brought the conversation around to Ellen’s mom Peggy. Talked about how pretty she was, how cool she was. Catherine asked Ellen if she

In 2011, the maze was shut down due to failing building codes. In the following year, lesbians formerly known as ‘mazers’ opened and repurposed a dormicile. In preceding years, they used sensors and doors to drive a game where women navigated a ‘maze’ and obtained a prize. Lesbians wore groin guards which were made of a food safe polymer that enclosed sensors and motors. When lesbians eventually stopped wearing them and used them by hand to open doors and circumvent rules, the maze was again shut down. It reopened 2 years later when a sorority of lesbians from a college introduced referees to make sure the game played as planned. The owner of the ‘maze’ consented. In fact, she added

Over a year, lesbian filed into Spirites City, in southern CA. They checked into dorms or hotels, and attended the major university. Others filed into the apartment complexes, sometimes referred to as mazes. Under lesbian overseers, they took up residence. To the uninitiated, lesbians held games in mazes. Some for money, others for love, and others looked on, and nothing more. Thematically, the use of remote or sensor activated toys drove some if not all games. The use of groin packs to facilitate the games was common. Following up on last year’s effort to direct a game using groin packs to open sensor-locked doors, they added sentries to each end of the complexes. They wore a unique groin pack keyed

Pia was a bi sexual Indian girl who had been living in England for three years, she had done her very best to keep it secret that she was bi sexual because she knew that if the Indian community found out that she was bi sexual she would be disowned by the community and would suffer all types of abuse. Pia was happy hat the community did not know about her sexuality and lived a happy carefree life. Then one day one of her school friends caught Pia looking at a magazine of nude girls and was quick to tell people what she had witnessed, her parents went berserk and started beating her with a stick, luckily for Pia somebody

Word abuzz among lesbian communities of a maze within a dorm in Les Spirites City, CA. Annually, a gem of considerable value was placed within. Lesbians adventurous enough to penetrate the secrets of this maze could claim it. The wealth of one precious stone was enough to fund their ascent into wealth and luxury, buy a skyscaper, a mansion and a pool, over a dozen cars, and enough left over to buy an island. The maze was filled with rooms, doors, and walls: all linked to apparati, otherwise known as sockets (made of a durable resin). Every lesbian was girthed with a loin guard, oval and concave in nature. It fit each socket like a glove, comes equipped with a

In the late AM night of Les Spirites City, a group of lesbians returned to the dormitory locale of Mrs. Jacqueline Black. Within a year of Pink’s passing, a regional lesbian famous for her activity in LBGT work, her heir apparent ~ Jacqueline ~ reformed a dormitory into a maze. She held a game in this maze. Its prize: a gem of great value. The contestants: an entourage of her personal lesbian lovers. They formed up in the halls like troopers and girthed themselves with groin guards or groin packs. The maze itself hold numerous rooms with sockets attached to their walls. Each socket was keyed to a specific groin guard. On contact, the groin packs opened doors. Lesians made

Emma was a sixteen year old British girl who was thought of as being very attractive there were many boys as well as some girls who would have loved to have had sex with her but only a couple of boys had been brave enough to try and chat her up, Emma was a violet girl who was a bully and feared by most of her school mates as well as the residents of the town that she lived in, they did their best to stay clear of her. Emma lived with her mum who started drinking heavy when Emma’s dad left home and was now an alcoholic who drank away most of her money, there was hardly ever any

A couple hours away from Les Spirites, California, was a building of impossible proportions. Some called it the ‘Zoo’. On Spring Break, some lesbians from the university drove to this building. They were infrequent lovers: but frequent lovers of all things novel. The ‘Zoo’ was like a gilded cage of all buildings. It was linked by poles, ladders, ropes, and slides. Only monkeys or very acrobatic lesbians could scale it or explore its depths. It was impossible building. It shut down within a year due to failing building codes: by all rights it shouldn’t exist. Lesbians weren’t the only ones who visited. But they were the most frequent. Overnight, habitual sex was made better by the fact, the ‘Zoo’ was

Under the cover of night, shadowy figures crept across a lot to enter a building lined with yellow tape. Its windows were blacked out with dark paper. Inside, they flipped on the lights and dimmed them. They were all a dozen, women. Some wore little to nothing, as though they just came from a pool or beach. They slipped up the stairs and climbed to third story. By candle-light in a studio room, they convened. By their hair, they were black, red, blond, brown, and some dyed pink or blue, and ranged from long-haired to curly short hair, one had a buzz-cut. They were regulars at the lesbian bars. They hooked up and knew each other eventually through shared partners

Through Le Grond, les Spirites, and Le Fides, California, lesbians came and went. They formed groups and disbanded promptly. For either days or years, they engaged in their own sex: suppine in the safety of their homes. Some formed groups of divas. They worshipped each other in the night, wearing jewels and rings; they decorated their thighs, waist, wrists, and arms with gold, silver, or silvery elastics bespeckled with gems. They adored each other, and together, they had one mind and one heart. By day, they worked. By night, they adorned themselves with bracelets and arm bands, and rubbed oil into their skins and muscle to accentuate their form, their arms and legs glistening in the lights. They owned the

Only in Le Grond, did the covert Lesbian see any continuity in her day-to-day affair. As a cul-de-sac suburban queen, she surveyed lawns, beautiful winding streets, and all she sees. The glory of California coasts, the majesty of its mountains. All sprawled before her, West Coast Divine. Outside Le Grond, in a city perhaps like Les Spirites, lesbians convened by night, like shadows. Perhaps it was the forbidden aura of lesbianism that drew them together: a sense of the forbidden, mysterious, new, and exotic. But culturally, lesbians were the most inconstant creatures of the night: going through as many partners in a year as a girl had shoes in her closet. Some came together to cure their ennui, others to

In Le Fides, California, a tiny bordello of lesbians convened for the night. Their theme was leather bikinis with a embroidered draw-string fastener. They drove in and dismounted from either their motor-bikes or cars. Les Fides was a tiny town on the edge of Les Ceres, a municipal area adjoined to Les Spirites. No one pays attention to this group of girls and women. Which was okay with them. Each lesbian sported strong thighs and biceps. Overall, a strong physique and good musculatures. They carried a bag of some small devices. Their loin clothes had an open clasp of leather, easily fastened by strings. They placed their small devices into each clasp and drew their strings tight: securing their devices

Grace walked through the door. Among shelves, was a desk, lamp, and chair. On the desk was bare, with only a lamp and a paper on it. Within seconds, Grace walked to the desk and read the paper: last will and testament of a lesbian. Grace wasn’t quite a lesbian: but it piqued her interest. What did a lesbian think about in her final days? It was the x-files of LGBTQ culture. Western culture published obituary and even last testaments of ordinary souls. Lesbians were less known in the annals of history, due to their secretive lives. Grace slept with lesbians: it was more opportunistic. As a pole dancer, stripper, she hustled anything and everything she could get her hands

I just stepped out of the shower. As I dried myself off I rubbed my boobs with towel going back and forth across my nips. The ruff towel going back and forth across my nips made them swell. I watch myself working my nips with the towel in the mirror. When I had then nice and swollen I dropped the towel and admired my 38’s. As checked big boobs out I slowly turn to see my ass in the mirror. Depending on my weight it was either matching 38 or sometimes 39. I thought to myself you are still a sexy woman Mindy. I focused back on my boobs and thought about the sex I had the week before with

Near Le Grond, a group of lesbians gathered daily. Some hailing from parts of the world, as far as Spain, Greece, Germany, Italy, and Russia. In Le Grond, California, it was par for the course for people from every walk of life to come to California. Perdica came from abroad, opened a yoga club, and a physical exercise room: and taught karate, dancing, even pole dancing which reached some level of acclaim as a legitimate sports among women and slightly among lesbians. Lesbians came to her classes because it defined them: after their kind, whatever they do together, they tend to do very, very well. By night, their muscles rippled in the shadows like feline, and moved with extraordinary grace

A group of lesbians gathered together for a will reading in a stately white house. At the end, each of them received a key with a note. Among them, a well-formed, curvaceous Scottish-Cherokee woman, Grace, took her key: it was golden, but generic. Not a lesbian per se, Grace nonetheless moon-lighted with lesbians when she was not currently dancing at the pole-dance club in downtown Les Spirites: call it bi-sexual curiosity. With a dancer’s body, she was like a panther in the bedroom, among both men and women. Tired of men, she took more to women. And formed many partners. One of her partner passed on. Some woman named “Kinky Pink” left her key to an old apartment complex. Her

Anjana was a sixteen year old Bengali girl who had been shunned by the Bengali community because she was a lesbian, the Bengali community considered Anjana to be evil and full of evil spirits and would have nothing to do with her, when they saw her in the streets the would cross the road to avoid her, many of the older Bengali residents would spit at Anjana who was now living in a youth hostel where she was accepted and had made friends with the white people who lived at the hostel one girl had said ” as long as you are not a mass murderer looking for a victim we do not care ” It was late one evening

In Les Spirites City, CA, as grads moved back in for school at a local university, the local lesbians hooked up with lesbian newcomers. The outlyer lesbians hooked up in a series of games, often to gain money, pay bills. When sex itself wasn’t enough, some lesbians sponsored contests. They put down 8 dollars and get back double their money, if they win. In a sex game of finger sparring, if one lesbians won that context, she took back her eight plus eight more (usually from her sparring partner). Notorious independent, and indominable, such were the self-directed nature of lesbians: even a few broke a rule in their personal book of guidelines for life. They hustled over to a dormicile:

Within the suburbs of a city, Le Grond, in Southern California was a strong, curvacious woman, Jacelyn. With slight Hispanic and Indian in her background, she was a white lady with some exotic shade to her complexion and body. From youth, it was plain she didn’t like men. She had eyes for girls, mostly like her, with some Scottish background. In the cul-de-sac, she changed her life to advance in society. Her male partner, Bud, with a nine-to-five was “gay”, but like her, married another “gay” for both social and private reasons. Over summer, he went “golfing” with his buddy. In reality, they went together to a cabin, to spend quality time together. Jacelyn satisfied her needs with the other

Hi friends, I am Iris and this story is about the time when I was 16 years old and I was in 9th standard and my sister passed high school and got admitted to the college. Although my first sex teacher is my sister, before that, I have taste some lesbian sex. Today I will tell you the story of my first sexual encounter. Let’s go back to the story, my sister and I used to sleep in the same room, in the same bed at night from a very young age. I was a little scared of my sister but my sister mingled with me like a friend. I used to go to our famous girls’ school here. There was

Anjana was sitting on the sofa in her lounge, she had been suspended from school after being caught having sex with another girl, her brother Asif who at sixteen years of age was four years older than what Anjana was stood at the door just going out to meet his mates, At his sister ” your a dirty bitch your a disgrace to the Bengali community ” then after slamming the door went off to meet his mates, as he walked down the road he saw Amy who was in Anjana’s class at school as he passed Amy he said to her ” watch my sister she is a dirty lesbian ” Amy smiled and said ” yeah I know

Pia was a sixteen year old Bengali girl and unbeknown to her family was a lesbian, Pia was with her mate choo in a derelict factory, choo was also lesbian and had been given the nickname choo by her gran because she as a kid she often pretended to sneeze and say choo, as the two girls sat talking they saw Mandy appear, Mandy was four years younger than what Pia and choo was and a very well known racist trouble maker, Mandy saw the two Bengali girls sitting on the wall and spat at them and started to shout racial abuse at them, Pia said ” I have had enough of that little bitch” and got off the wall