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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 35
Once, One Time, I Really Liked Being The Girl
In Las Vegas I got lost and a dancer showed me how to get back to my hotel. They didn't let her come up to my room so I went with her to her apartment. I wasn't drunk, and I woke up with her. I got back to my hotel ok, went to the convention with my team, and back to Dallas. I just never got over her.
That's why I'm 35, a workaholic. Some call me a bitch, but I get things done. I have a favorite, it seems I always have a favorite. Her name is Dominique and she's from San Juan. Pretty, 22, soft, attentive. I fall for Latina girls, it's a weakness.
I decided a while ago to understand why if I have a pussy between my legs I act like a man. I fall for girls, I run a department of 17 employees, 15 women and 2 pussy men. I went to a massage girl, asked her to clean up my pussy, shave it, wax it, photograph it. Study it, where are my balls?
Once, only once, I was 'the girl'. In Las Vegas ten years ago. I think I need to call Dominique, I need her tonight.
That's why I'm 35, a workaholic. Some call me a bitch, but I get things done. I have a favorite, it seems I always have a favorite. Her name is Dominique and she's from San Juan. Pretty, 22, soft, attentive. I fall for Latina girls, it's a weakness.
I decided a while ago to understand why if I have a pussy between my legs I act like a man. I fall for girls, I run a department of 17 employees, 15 women and 2 pussy men. I went to a massage girl, asked her to clean up my pussy, shave it, wax it, photograph it. Study it, where are my balls?
Once, only once, I was 'the girl'. In Las Vegas ten years ago. I think I need to call Dominique, I need her tonight.
