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Lesbian sex stories were some of my favorite things to read as I rubbed my pussy. But the erotic would often be so descriptive and graphic, it really painted the pictures in my mind. So it was as if I was watching it really happen. This new woman had moved into my condo a few weeks ago and I found her very attractive when I saw her around the building. She seemed friendly and mentioned she was new to the city and was trying to meet new people. And she asked me in for coffee and I was happy to get to know her better. We sat down on her sofa and chatted a while and she had a large bookcase. And I got up to look at her vast collection of books. I gasped when I saw one and she asked what the matter was.
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I like the subservient cunts, they are easy to manipulate and always take good care of my pussy. My husband, much to my chagrin, offered to show them around the city as they were new here and I was stuck having to be with the bitch the whole day. Well I have never been known to keep my temper in check and after a few hours in her company and listening to her whining, I blew up at her and told her if she kept her mouth shut, I was going to put her over my knee and spank her little ass. She shut up, her husband never said a word and she was quiet the rest of the day. I grabbed my robe, never put it on until I could see who was there and it was the blond bitch. The surprise was, she checked me out like I was for sale, I asked her what the hell she wanted and she asked to come in and talk to me, so I let her in. She was staring at my bush, which is plentiful; my husband likes a hairy cunt and told me she wanted to be my bitch. I was fucking floored to say the least and I asked her what the fuck she was talking about. She slowly looked up at my face, smiled and said, When I was in college my roommate made me her bitch and now I would like to be yours.
My boyfriend and I had purchased a two bedroom rancher in a rather upscale neighborhood and had been in it about eight months when I came home from work to find he had left me. Of course my life came crashing down on me, I had no inclination that he felt that way, he always seemed happy and I was totally devastated by this turn of events in my life. A couple of days later, I was sitting on my front step with the note in my hand, crying like a baby when my neighbor, Irene, came over to see why I was in tears. She let me pour my heart out to her for which I was very grateful and gave me the attention I needed most right then, the fact somebody cared about my life. She wrapped her arms around me and consoled me so that I began to feel better about myself and my situation. When I stopped crying she invited me over to her place for dinner, telling me that her husband traveled on business three to five days a week and she hated to eat alone. I was in no mood to cook but was certainly hungry, so I accepted without any hesitance and we went over to her house for dinner. I helped Irene clean up and when we had finished cleaning up, she pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around me, thanked me for helping her and kissed me. Her kiss was the most electrifying, sensual kiss I ever experienced, her lips were moist and so hot, they just drew me into them. As I look back on it, I guess it was that I needed to feel loved and on top of that, her lips were the most fucking incredible lips on the face of this earth.