Hollywood Lesbian by Donna Richards

Her tastes ran to women like herself

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Beth Adams looked all-woman. She dressed in frills and in daintiness to emphasize her overblown blonde fragility and her saucer-like baby blue eyes. Her voice was lilting and birdlike and every move she made was a study in female grace. But Beth Adams hadn't been with a man since she was nineteen, ten years before. Her tastes ran to women like herself, women who would indulge her senses, whip her into a frenzy while they satisfied themselves on her person . . .