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Just dessert This good sex story, excerpted from the lesbian erotic fiction Taste of Sin by Fiona Zedde, is published with permission.

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Liz fingered the purple-blue bruise above her cheekbone. She remembered the days when half the team was made up of lesbians and they drove home after an away game, no matter how far.

Name: Benedikta
What is my age: I am 38
Nationality: Nigerian
My sexual orientation: Hetero
Color of my iris: I’ve got warm hazel eyes
My gender: My gender is female
In my spare time I love: Roller-skating
Body piercings: None
My tattoo: None

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And at last Venus submitted, all the twisting and teasing melting out of her. Carol: The Novel words.

Beebo looked at her, stripped of the tinseled make-believe and the wisecracks; her lips parted and her eyes shut and her fine dark hair spilling pins over the pillow, coming down almost deliberately to work its witchery. The 10 Best Lesbian Movies film.

Her face was dark. She fell asleep a long time later, still murmuring to Venus, still holding her possessively close, still wondering what she had done—or would have to do—to deserve it. Already it was near exploding.

Venus stroked her shoulder. All your lover, male and female.

Venus chuckled, letting her tripping voice twist her body back and forth on the blue silk, and Beebo suddenly forgot everything in her life that had preceded this moment. Is it too much to ask, Beebo—secrecy? Venus rolled away from her, sitting halfway up. It is, of course.

Related Stories. Venus stood there pulling against Beebo; warm, even hot to the point of perspiring. Venus could feel the avalanche of passionate force trapped inside Beebo, ready to burst free at the flip of a finger.

That laugh sprang the switch in Beebo. I want you, and all the rest, too.

Every slob who ever saw you in a movie. She lunged across the bed and caught Venus by the wrist, whirling her around just as Venus got to her feet.

The light sweat excited Beebo far more than the perfume Venus usually wore. Beebo kissed handfuls of it.

Venus nodded. She let herself be kissed all over. Her body was a soft pearly peach and between her breasts Beebo could see the quivering lift and fall of her sternum. What Sappho was to poetry, Ann Bannon was to pulp fiction.