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I am a writer, not an author. I write about current affairs, social issues and developing lifestyles. A trained philosopher, I have been enthralled with the Existentialists for many years. I have not made up my mind regarding New Wave culture. Only time will tell if it is for real. From and early age I felt Lesbian romance is a much underserved segment in the literary world, and in feature cinema, etc. It generally is presented as a male fantasy and it dehumanizes the people that are the characters in the work. The world is changing and to some degree the gap that existed 30 years ago is being filled. My vision for this Blog, is to treat the subject with an open mind. It will be explored from many angles, and many opinions. The state of LBGT community in the early 21st century is expanding. This expansion is a bit lopsided however, as 3 times as many females are self identifying with the lesbian of bisexual life style. This has fascinated me for some time and except for some minor exploration on my part I have The blog will feature as many elements of the subject, from around the world. This blog has been a dream of mine for a very long time and hope you are not disappointed in the contents. A huge Beatles Fan, and James Bond fan. I currently have become interested in music by Charlotte Gainsbourg and Kelsea Ballerini. I have a real liking for Kay Scarpetta, by Patricia Cornwell.

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An Eye for Trouble

Smelling her scent. My pulse racing through me. I was breathing who she was

and I knew in that instance that I wouldn’t be able to stop and I didn’t

really want to stop.

I stood up. She stood with me questioning me with her beautiful eyes, and I

kissed her fully on her lips. My mouth moved over her face, kissing every

part of her.Her nose, her cheeks, her ears, my tongue dipped inside of her

ears. I heard her gasp and then a low moan escaped her. It filled me with a

longing that took new volume. It roared inside of me. I picked her up in my

arms and brought her to the chaise and laid her down. Her long hair fell down

over her shoulders. She smiled as she caught her breath and then started to

say something when I knelt down beside the chair and started to pull her

shirt from her with my teeth. The fabric was elastic and only stretched as I

pulled it taut. She laughed and said she would help. I protested and

continued working it, pulling it down over her heaving breasts. her breathing

became labored when at last my efforts paid off and she was exposed to me and

my desire.

I licked the space between her breasts and then rounded each with the tip

of my tongue. Again she moaned and in between gasps asked me to take my

slacks off. She didn’t need to ask further, with one hand I undid the buttons

and pushed them down over my hips. Using the chair to help me maneuver them

down all the way. I was so glad that I had not put undies on this day. Not

that I was anticipating any action…but sometimes I just liked the feel of

the wind on my pubes.

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This kiss wasn’t soft. It was hard and filled with passion –passion that came from both mouths, from both souls. As they kissed, Amanda cupped Becca’s bare breasts in her hands and felt them as they heaved with her lust.

Now it was Becca’s turn to return to those black fountains of delight. Before becoming Amanda’s lover, Becca had never really been attracted to black women. Now she found the deep darkness of her skin an  aphrodisiac.

Becca took her time and waited for a few seconds before she finally kissed one of the ebony nipples that stood there, beckoning her like a searchlight in the fog. Now she ran her tongue around the nipple and  her lips around it, kissing it and sucking on it with pleasure and desire

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Nicole’s Story:

I was born in 1985, and I was a blond chubby cheeked, virgin

when I went to college. My childhood was scarred by the relentless
teasing of other children in my neighborhood and in
school. Puberty came early for me. I developed large,
firm breasts before the other girls even thought about
wearing bras. The boys leered and called me names
behind my back, but I heard, so did the girls I thought
might be friends.

Worst for me was when my pubic hair grew in, lush and
burnt orange in color. In gym class I couldn’t hide it.

In a bathing suit, underwear or the showers, the other
girls teased me unmercifully. I learned to see myself as
a freak. As the only child of a single mother, who never
had time to talk with her daughter,I never knew I
wasn’t. I considered my private parts a curse. I never
touched my self for pleasure, and to keep the boys from
trying–I knew enough to know they would–I never dated.

Did You Know This? What is your opinion?

Lesbian bed death

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Lesbian bed death is a term coined by University of Washington sociologist Pepper Schwartz in her 1983 book American Couples.[1] According to Schwartz, lesbian couples in committed relationships have less sex than any other type of couple, and they generally experience less sexual intimacy the longer the relationship lasts.[1] The study has been criticized by the lesbian community and some psychologists as popular myth.[2][3][4][5][6]