Lesbian poetry stories
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Emma closed her eyes, and while holding the text in her left hand let her right wander up to her left nipple. Emma closed her eyes and rested the book on the table, her right hand snaked over her thighs as she lifted them onto the bench. Emma thought of all those naughty people in this little village, the married men with lovers, and wives, the young studs who would fuck their way through a host of rampant teenage women; all of them, ripe for the taking, under the Oak and Rowan trees of nearby forests. For Sarah, the minute Emma rested her head against the wall of ‘the snug’ the moment was lost. “Was it a good read?” Asked Sarah; the moment she uttered the words she thought, ‘fuck it’.