River, a young girl, is rescued from brutal captivity by two members of Cotyttia, an orgiastic, nocturnal religious cult that originated in Ancient Greece and Thrace. The cult are followers of Kotys, the goddess of sex, considered an aspect of Persephone.

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River is suffering the consequences of a girl’s night out that went wrong, including drugged drinks and kidnapping, finally escapes with her two companions. But instead of escaping with River her two friends try their best to keep her with them by forcing into suspect building that River knew that if they were to walk inside, they may never walk back out on their own volition again.   

River’s escape goes sideways and is lured into another dangerous situation. The same group that kidnapped them in the first place. While trying her best to get away, she is rendered unconscious and when she wakes, she is bound and gagged in an abandoned farmhouse. As if things couldn’t get any worse, two unsavory women show up at the farmhouse. By their own admission they were paid to rough River up and dump her along the road.

Fate smiles on River and she is rescued by Avery and Cameron, two members of a religious cult known as the Cult of Cotyttia. The two Good Samaritans dress her, feed her and tend to her injuries. Then, as is the case in this world, everyone is looking for a quid pro quo. Soon, River is subjected an intense sales pitch that River is finding hard to resist. The young girl finally figures her luck has to change sooner or later.

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Dakota was no girly girl. She had the kind of job many men would have envied: she was a sports commentator for the LFC and loved every minute of it. She presented the image of a tall confident woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what it had to offer.

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Dakota finished up her on air broadcast and went down to congratulate the latest LFC winner and found her in the locker room being clapped on the back by her trainer. Most men found Dakota intimidating, but the LFC champ had no such problem and invited her for a drink at her hotel with her and her boyfriend. She gladly accepted saying she’d be there later in the afternoon around 3 p.m. 

After her tryst with the champ and her boyfriend, Dakota dropped by the house of her current Friend with Benefits, Blair. That visit was something of a ritual with the two. Blair was probably more a fan of LFC than Dakota. When Dakota arrived, the two always talked about their two passions, the latest LFC match with all the sensuous details and their attraction to young girls half their ages.

The raucous weekend with the LFC champion and her boyfriend, the physically exhausting evening at Blair’s apartment behind her, Dakota was glad to be back to normal, working and to spend some time chilling at home. But maybe there was going to be a new normal, because what Dakota discovered in Bailey her maid’s room gave her the impression the young girl had a crush on her.

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Avery’s lesbian account of sex and licentious behavior in virtual reality. She explores the chat rooms and home sites in a more sophisticated virtual reality internet of the future and creates her personal world of depravity.

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In 2075, the advanced state of virtual reality was hard to distinguish from real life. In the last half century, in terms of taste, feel, smell and sight, it was actually more vivid and more credible than reality. Life in cyberspace was always to be a more lucid, more convincing, and more tangible than the real world. But the newest improvements were a lot more akin to the fantasies that Avery or any other visitor to cyberspace might actually have.

Avery’s closest friend in cyberspace, Bailey, had a tendency to suddenly appear in her yard. Bailey was not a virtual creation, except in the sense that the full-breasted, long-legged Avery was a virtual creation. Avery had no idea what the real Bailey was like. No more than Bailey knew about Avery’s successful career in science. Bailey’s own avatar was a contrast to Avery’s much more voluptuous virtual identity.

It was always exciting when the lithe, smooth-skinned, with long straight black hair that came down to her buttocks, girl visited. Bailey, as always launched into the subject of her discussion without a preamble, about an invitation to another ‘player’ in their VR world, Cameron, who was a nun in real life. Asking Avery along so they could travel to Cameron’s home site via the navigation portal that always discreetly followed Avery around her own site. Knowing Bailey, Avery figured Baily had depravity on her mind.

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The woman stood in the collective light of a street lamp, one stiletto heel propped against the metal pole like an expensive hooker in an old black and white movie ignoring the passer’s by…until the shapely girl in tight pants and a school jacket caught her eye.

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The attractive woman could afford to be selective. After all, she had all the time in the world. The night breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine and then the clean scent of fruity body wash. Then she felt a tightening in her belly as a gorgeous lass stepped around the corner. Her school jacket bore the symbol of a community college in town, her tight gray yoga pants showed she had a formidable bottom. Perhaps an athlete or cheerleader.

As the young beauty approached the woman asked if she had a match for her cigarette. The girl chastised the woman for smoking demonstrating it wasn’t good for her health by running her hands across a tight belly and ample breasts wrapped in a t-shirt two sizes too small.  Telling the woman smoking wasn’t good  if she wanted to maintain her figure. The woman was sure girl didn’t know what she was doing. Not at all. 

The woman watched for the tell-tale widening of the eyes, or any clue that the girl knew what was going on. Sure enough, her brow furrowed for a moment. Then the girl asked the woman if she was a vampire? The girl checked the woman out like a horny dyke sizing up a big-boobed blonde at a singles bar until the woman laughed and said, “Yes, but don’t hold it against me. I won’t bite…”

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Armed with an MS in Education, Blake felt finding a teaching job would be a snap. She was wrong, but with a persistent search of the school’s computer job board, she discovered a position, with six a figure salary, teaching at an exclusive private college. Was this her dream job?

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When Blake received her master’s degree, she delayed her PhD because she thought she would get a job easily and save some money until I got accepted for my PhD candidacy. I got 3 offers. All but one offer was below $50,000 per year. So, she went back to search more job offers. She discovered a position, with a six figure salary, teaching at an exclusive private girl’s college. For girls with special needs?

The college only accepted special girls. They were not all geniuses, nor were they physically or mentally challenged. They were normal girls that had been teased beyond belief through grade and high school. The college brings them in as freshman after their bodies have developed. The girls had been bullied, beat-up, spit on, all because they were born different. The college was looking for someone who could be a teacher, and a friend to them.

Blake told them, in her opinion the young women that they spoke of are people. Persons with feelings that have been hurt, just because they were born with something extra is not their fault! Then Blake was told the school has a program set up for new instructors. It was given on campus to provide an in-depth understanding of the special needs. She would need to complete that training before the new semester began. She knew she was going to love it here.

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It was something Dylan Baker had looked forward to each year. But bad grades at college- convinced her parents that she was going through a rebellious stage and as a wakeup call, she was being excluded from the family European trip and remain home with a governess.

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On their first full day alone, Jordan Crawley the governess, noticed behavior by Dylan that came on fairly gradually. She would start fidgeting and wouldn’t sit still, or she’d ask her something and she would completely miss it, making Jordan have to repeat herself all the time. Then the thoughts of her schoolwork suffering led Jordan to believe all the signs were there.

Dylan had difficulty concentrating, was restive. Jordan’s mind went straight to the same conclusion that most observers would make,  ADHD – Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. Jordan made an appointment with Dr. Logan Adams, who’d been the Baker family’s practitioner for years. As part of Jordan’s benefits with the Baker’s she was also her doctor.

Dylan and Jordan went to the Doctor two days later. On first getting there, she asked Dylan a lot of routine questions and then asked her to strip and put on a robe for a physical exam. It was during the pelvic exam; a definite look of surprise flashed across her the doctor’s features before she got herself back under control. Then she looked at the governess and Dylan and told them she had found the cause of her recent behavior.

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Peyton and Robin met at a seminar Robin was teaching. They shared a drink afterward and exchanged phone numbers. Peyton never heard from Robin, and she chalked Robin up as a lost opportunity. Weeks later Peyton wakened from a dream finding Robin lying beside her in bed.

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Peyton thought of Robin as the really cute girl that gave the installation and maintenance course she attended a few weeks ago. She’d forgotten they had exchanged numbers after having a few drinks in the hotel bar. Before Peyton put her phone on charge she noticed the last call recorded now read ‘Robin- 3:46 a.m. Outgoing’. Peyton figured she must have ‘butt dialed’ her number and if the girl called she’d explain it.

Peyton, was unaware that the girl lying in her bed had a friend, Javier Myrddin, hack the an outgoing call on Peyton’s phone because she wanted her so bad. The hack gave Robin an opportunity to reconnect with Peyton. But, how would she ever find the nerve to tell her the truth, or her even more serious very weird secret. Chances were that Peyton would flip out, if she told her. Probably even hate her. Playing the part of the good Samaritan Robin told Peyton that she had come as soon as she got her  call.

Now winging the entire scenario, Robin worried how long Peyton was going to believe the outrageous story. But while lying in her bed, Robin realized Peyton was drawn to her for what Robin seemed, not what she was. Robin instinctively moved her hand between her own legs. The mutation presided there, sheathed and hidden behind her clitoris. Robin still didn’t understand all the details, but did know she was a drop-dead gorgeous woman with a desire for another woman…Peyton.

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Despite being roommates for a few weeks, Angie and Justine had been so busy, neither had chatted together for more than five minutes. So, they had decided to hang out together Saturday to get to know each other, sharing a bottle of Tequila and renting a PPV movie.

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Angie had determined she needed to get Justine drunk to have a real conversation with her about what happened that morning. Angie poured the pair each a shot glass full with Tequila. The two girls had been so busy, neither had chatted together for more than five minutes. The bottle of Tequila had been getting emptied slowly as the night went on and now stood half empty.

A few hours earlier, at the start of their drinking session, an PPV movie had been turned on. Now, as Justine stared at the television screen, it was well past the time when late night movies started. The volume had been muted, so the two women could talk softly, and now Justine wished they had left the sound up. On the screen two women writhed together, in an odd embrace, at least to Justine.

Angie watched her friend stare at the television, finally realizing what was on. The Tequila had gone straight to her head, and she knew enough to know that her decision making skills were nonfunctional. Justine eyes were glued to the screen, and she had forgotten Angie sitting there next to her, and could hear her words regarding the action on screen were slightly slurred, and knew that the timing would never be better to discuss this morning. 

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Brenda, was married with children and she also had a secret fetish that very few people were aware of. She would cruise homeless shelters looking for a certain type of woman. Preferably young, female and hopefully lesbian or at least bisexual.

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Brenda has a secret fetish that very few people were aware of even her future husband. When she married she learned to effectively repress her fetish. Or so she thought. Two years after her second kid and six years since I had last engaged in it, she was feeling the urge again. She tried to suppress it for as long as she could, but it was no use.

Telling her husband that she needed a spa weekend and booked herself a package at one of the fancier hotels in the city. She left Friday evening when her husband got home from work. She made sure he knew where everything was for the kids, that he remember her special date tomorrow then kissed him goodbye.

The hotel was downtown and near some of the more run down parts of town and a few homeless shelters, one homeless shelter was specifically for LGBTQ adults which is part of why she chose that hotel.  As if by plan, a girl of 18 or 19 walked towards the shelter. She had the rundown clothes in multiple layers of someone who was living on the street. With precision moves, Brenda capitalized on that opportunity.

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The Goddess of Death Persephone dispatched to Earth to save it from humans and also reduce the human population, disarm all nuclear weapons and burning of fossil fuels. Her attraction to a twenty-year-old Earth girl may be a distraction for her.   

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When Persephone arrived on Earth for her 100-year mission, she chose a very pleasant visual body to appear as. She was a tall, athletic, dark-haired woman of about 35. She gave herself deep blue eyes. People could not help but stare at her full ripe voluptuous body, and her overall sensual aura that turned men and women on when they were present.

After one year of work her units were ready and she was about to unleash her termination of oil and gas on Earth to be replaced by her energy units. Now it was time to initiate her prime directive: reduce the human population, disarm all nuclear weapons and stop  all burning of fossil fuels …

Once her mission was accomplished, she wanted to experience the pleasure of human females. Her own race knew little of romance, and they did not make lifelong pairings Sex was for procreation only and homosexuality was an unknown concept. She wanted a girl as a romantic partner. When her eyes found a young Bo Derek clone in a skimpy white bikini she was hooked.

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