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Encounters and experiences between women

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A Love Letter to My Pussy

I sit alone in my room, my hand wanders between my thighs and finds the slit I call my pussy. I love to feel myself, touch myself, pleasure myself, masturbate, and look at myself in the mirror. My pussy is like a flower on a spring morning. As I gaze…

The Afternoon I Got to Be the One Inside Her

Sometimes I still think about the woman I met that blazing July. She was Italian, dark-haired and sun-kissed; she had these sharp cheekbones and when she laughed, it felt like the whole world paused to listen. It was years ago and we drifted apart –…