LESBIENNE AFFAIR-A LESBIAN ADULT E-BOOK
LESBIAN ADULT E-BOOK: LESBIENNE AFFAIR
PROLOGUE
It is raining, it is night, two beautiful women fight half-naked in an alley, they wallow in a mud puddle and their French berets get muddy in a puddle. fists come and go. One of them rips off the other's dress and puts her entire fist into her vagina, again, again and again.
"" Fruit denied, fruit that bleeds. "Charlotte thinks.
She stands up, staggers, grabs his French beret, and she slowly walks away as she looks at the hand with which she has just outraged her rival.
"Bitches, bitches, they always say no, sometimes they moan, sometimes they don't. This is my trophy." She picks up the red lingerie of that woman.
Charlotte arrives at her dark apartment, takes off her dress, and opens her drawer. Her dildo glows, she takes it and sits in her chair.
"What damn poems can I sigh?"
She closes her eyes and hears the voice of one of her poetry partners in her mind.
"You think about her a lot. Are you so captivated by those thick breasts?"
"Not only her breasts, but also her pussy, I have seen her pussy, her ass and she makes me feel something. She drives me crazy, she drives me fucking crazy."
The dildo goes in and out with increasing force.
"Can you write a poem now? Will she be your only muse?"
"No, she can't be my only muse, but she, she ..."
"Do you want me to put my strap-on and fuck you? The other girls won't be here for twenty minutes, and if they saw us, they wouldn't mind. I know you haven't fucked in a long time."
"Yes, do it." Charlotte leans forward and open her ass with her bare hands.
The dildo enters her anus and a thunderous lightning pulls her out of her reverie.
"Damn thoughts," she picks up the red lingerie and lifts it to her nose. "Damn women."
CELINE
The muses sing, dance and undress before the lascivious sight of other muses. The love of one of them destroys her own poems. How can a tropical and dark jungle provoke excessive passions? a salty river will delight the palate of the most chaotic muse. Woman, woman Charlotte who kisses those forbidden zones, never leave the passion that burns the spirits.
Celine, a beautiful woman with a slender figure and thick breasts attends the institution, Les Muses Enflammées. She is a nudist model and poses before the artists’ brush. A poet named Charlotte, does not stop writing poems with the aim of making her fall in love. Celine rejects, despite the poems, Charlotte's love. One night Charlotte, in her anger, decides to sexually abuse Celine, so when she returns to her room, destroys all her own poems in tears.
A woman named Helena is confronted by her wife's ex-lover. Both come to blows, only for the lover to draw a dagger and attack Helena.
Helena returns home and looks at her breasts in the mirror, that woman's blood will be difficult to remove.
Zoe, after attending Marina Abramovic's presentation, where her followers kiss her vagina while she is wearing a guerrilla uniform, is invited to her house to participate in an orgy. A ghost from the past will set her up.
FRENCH MUSES
The day is somewhat cloudy, Celine feels the breeze caresses her soft ribbed face, she wears black pants, white blouse and high heels. A thin woman with fine curves passes through her with a short yellow dress. The wind suddenly blows, showing a white thong, the woman tries to cover herself.
Celine turns around and smiles.
She continues on her walking and sees another woman sitting on the grass, wearing a tiny dress, but this one is white and flowered. She is smoking a cigar, shamelessly has her legs wide open, displaying her huge hairy vagina.
“Best view of a paradise.” Celine thinks.
She continues on her walk in the park when on a descent she sees two beautiful women. One of them wears a purple blouse and blue jeans, her hair is long and dark and her skin is as white as the milk. She is a voluptuous lady.
The other woman has red-black hair and white skin too, she wears a short white flowered dress. She is also voluptuous. The two ladies hit and fight each other relentlessly.
"Two lionesses tearing each other apart." Thinks smiling, Celine.
Celine reaches the sidewalk of the street and on the other side of it, observes that a group of nuns are heading towards their church. Celine unbuttons her blouse and exhibits her huge and beautiful breasts.
The nuns look at her with a face of contempt and continue on their way ... except for a young woman who stares, as hypnotized, that busty short hair woman, one of her sisters, the oldest one, grabs her arm and rebukes her; Celine smiles again.
As she continues on her walk, she buttons her blouse, recalling an extract from a poem she read some time ago:
"Open legs of beautiful women, burning hell that incinerate the spirit, kiss me, kiss me and break down my walls of loneliness."
She arrives at her big house of art, Les Muses Enflammées, A place where art is practiced in all its forms, exploiting the eroticism and passion of women.
Just by entering, Celine unbutton her blouse while walking one of the corridors until she reaches her salon. There Celine sees a group of women, who wear their long skirts raised to the knees, with thick vibrators inserted in their noble parts.
They listen to Mozart and read poetry by Carilda Oliver and Charles Baudelaire.
Arms surround her waist as she hears a voice that whispers:
“Do you want to join our club?”
“No,” she answers bluntly. "I'm with Ivanka Mollier's group at the moment."
"Oh, here also in my group we have fun, well, it's not mine but I'm the one who participates the most, my beloved French goddess of porn. You can inspire us to write the naughtiest poems."
“That’s good to know.”
"I have written you a poem, would you like to listen?"
"Well, why not, Charlotte?"
"I was alone in my room, looking at the dark walls, only one name came to mind, Celine, when I said that name three times, a huge hairy vagina opened before me, and that was my world. I want to enter that world. , feel its lagoons and rivers, will I ever be able to enter it?
"Interesting poem dedicated to my vagina."
"Celine, be my world, let me enter your world, even for the only time, I will love you, even for just once."
"I have a partner, Charlotte, and I really don't feel like getting into a relationship with you."
"Celine," Charlotte's voice becomes somewhat strained, "you've fucked many women in this place, why are you rejecting me?"
“It is hard to explain.”
“It is not hard, just explain it to me, you are my muse, I have written so many poems inspired by your beauty.”
"Charlotte, we'll talk another time, I must go with Ivanka, bye."
"In all our conversation you haven't even deigned to turn to look at me, you despise me, why among all the women in this place, you have to despise me?" Charlotte opens her white blouse and join her own group.
A PURE WOMAN
Your body between my legs melt
It knows what to do
The quest is over
I am a woman of pure heart
In your holy waters I drown
Put your hands on my breasts
Will I see the sun shine through my curtains?
Pure woman full of you.
A LIFE FOR A HAIRY VAGINA
I have survived my own passion
Passion that seeks for you
My dark thoughts open a temple for your evil jungle
Your bush swallow me
Your beauty is my doom
A life for a hairy vagina
It is my rebirth
A life for a hairy vagina
I follow a sweet path
A life for a hairy vagina
I swim in the eternal passion.
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PROLOGUE
It is raining, it is night, two beautiful women fight half-naked in an alley, they wallow in a mud puddle and their French berets get muddy in a puddle. fists come and go. One of them rips off the other's dress and puts her entire fist into her vagina, again, again and again.
"" Fruit denied, fruit that bleeds. "Charlotte thinks.
She stands up, staggers, grabs his French beret, and she slowly walks away as she looks at the hand with which she has just outraged her rival.
"Bitches, bitches, they always say no, sometimes they moan, sometimes they don't. This is my trophy." She picks up the red lingerie of that woman.
Charlotte arrives at her dark apartment, takes off her dress, and opens her drawer. Her dildo glows, she takes it and sits in her chair.
"What damn poems can I sigh?"
She closes her eyes and hears the voice of one of her poetry partners in her mind.
"You think about her a lot. Are you so captivated by those thick breasts?"
"Not only her breasts, but also her pussy, I have seen her pussy, her ass and she makes me feel something. She drives me crazy, she drives me fucking crazy."
The dildo goes in and out with increasing force.
"Can you write a poem now? Will she be your only muse?"
"No, she can't be my only muse, but she, she ..."
"Do you want me to put my strap-on and fuck you? The other girls won't be here for twenty minutes, and if they saw us, they wouldn't mind. I know you haven't fucked in a long time."
"Yes, do it." Charlotte leans forward and open her ass with her bare hands.
The dildo enters her anus and a thunderous lightning pulls her out of her reverie.
"Damn thoughts," she picks up the red lingerie and lifts it to her nose. "Damn women."
CELINE
The muses sing, dance and undress before the lascivious sight of other muses. The love of one of them destroys her own poems. How can a tropical and dark jungle provoke excessive passions? a salty river will delight the palate of the most chaotic muse. Woman, woman Charlotte who kisses those forbidden zones, never leave the passion that burns the spirits.
Celine, a beautiful woman with a slender figure and thick breasts attends the institution, Les Muses Enflammées. She is a nudist model and poses before the artists’ brush. A poet named Charlotte, does not stop writing poems with the aim of making her fall in love. Celine rejects, despite the poems, Charlotte's love. One night Charlotte, in her anger, decides to sexually abuse Celine, so when she returns to her room, destroys all her own poems in tears.
A woman named Helena is confronted by her wife's ex-lover. Both come to blows, only for the lover to draw a dagger and attack Helena.
Helena returns home and looks at her breasts in the mirror, that woman's blood will be difficult to remove.
Zoe, after attending Marina Abramovic's presentation, where her followers kiss her vagina while she is wearing a guerrilla uniform, is invited to her house to participate in an orgy. A ghost from the past will set her up.
FRENCH MUSES
The day is somewhat cloudy, Celine feels the breeze caresses her soft ribbed face, she wears black pants, white blouse and high heels. A thin woman with fine curves passes through her with a short yellow dress. The wind suddenly blows, showing a white thong, the woman tries to cover herself.
Celine turns around and smiles.
She continues on her walking and sees another woman sitting on the grass, wearing a tiny dress, but this one is white and flowered. She is smoking a cigar, shamelessly has her legs wide open, displaying her huge hairy vagina.
“Best view of a paradise.” Celine thinks.
She continues on her walk in the park when on a descent she sees two beautiful women. One of them wears a purple blouse and blue jeans, her hair is long and dark and her skin is as white as the milk. She is a voluptuous lady.
The other woman has red-black hair and white skin too, she wears a short white flowered dress. She is also voluptuous. The two ladies hit and fight each other relentlessly.
"Two lionesses tearing each other apart." Thinks smiling, Celine.
Celine reaches the sidewalk of the street and on the other side of it, observes that a group of nuns are heading towards their church. Celine unbuttons her blouse and exhibits her huge and beautiful breasts.
The nuns look at her with a face of contempt and continue on their way ... except for a young woman who stares, as hypnotized, that busty short hair woman, one of her sisters, the oldest one, grabs her arm and rebukes her; Celine smiles again.
As she continues on her walk, she buttons her blouse, recalling an extract from a poem she read some time ago:
"Open legs of beautiful women, burning hell that incinerate the spirit, kiss me, kiss me and break down my walls of loneliness."
She arrives at her big house of art, Les Muses Enflammées, A place where art is practiced in all its forms, exploiting the eroticism and passion of women.
Just by entering, Celine unbutton her blouse while walking one of the corridors until she reaches her salon. There Celine sees a group of women, who wear their long skirts raised to the knees, with thick vibrators inserted in their noble parts.
They listen to Mozart and read poetry by Carilda Oliver and Charles Baudelaire.
Arms surround her waist as she hears a voice that whispers:
“Do you want to join our club?”
“No,” she answers bluntly. "I'm with Ivanka Mollier's group at the moment."
"Oh, here also in my group we have fun, well, it's not mine but I'm the one who participates the most, my beloved French goddess of porn. You can inspire us to write the naughtiest poems."
“That’s good to know.”
"I have written you a poem, would you like to listen?"
"Well, why not, Charlotte?"
"I was alone in my room, looking at the dark walls, only one name came to mind, Celine, when I said that name three times, a huge hairy vagina opened before me, and that was my world. I want to enter that world. , feel its lagoons and rivers, will I ever be able to enter it?
"Interesting poem dedicated to my vagina."
"Celine, be my world, let me enter your world, even for the only time, I will love you, even for just once."
"I have a partner, Charlotte, and I really don't feel like getting into a relationship with you."
"Celine," Charlotte's voice becomes somewhat strained, "you've fucked many women in this place, why are you rejecting me?"
“It is hard to explain.”
“It is not hard, just explain it to me, you are my muse, I have written so many poems inspired by your beauty.”
"Charlotte, we'll talk another time, I must go with Ivanka, bye."
"In all our conversation you haven't even deigned to turn to look at me, you despise me, why among all the women in this place, you have to despise me?" Charlotte opens her white blouse and join her own group.
A PURE WOMAN
Your body between my legs melt
It knows what to do
The quest is over
I am a woman of pure heart
In your holy waters I drown
Put your hands on my breasts
Will I see the sun shine through my curtains?
Pure woman full of you.
A LIFE FOR A HAIRY VAGINA
I have survived my own passion
Passion that seeks for you
My dark thoughts open a temple for your evil jungle
Your bush swallow me
Your beauty is my doom
A life for a hairy vagina
It is my rebirth
A life for a hairy vagina
I follow a sweet path
A life for a hairy vagina
I swim in the eternal passion.
You can get the rest of the story here: https://app.gumroad.com/products
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