{"id":14666,"date":"2010-06-12T12:07:24","date_gmt":"2010-06-12T12:07:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/?p=14666"},"modified":"2010-06-12T12:07:24","modified_gmt":"2010-06-12T12:07:24","slug":"girl-crazy-girl-for-women-only-by-dallas-mayo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/girl-crazy-girl-for-women-only-by-dallas-mayo\/","title":{"rendered":"Girl-Crazy Girl \/ For Women Only by Dallas Mayo"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Girl-Crazy Girl \/ For Women Only<\/em><\/h2>\n

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( Girl-crazy girl )<\/p>\n

CHAPTER ONE<\/p>\n

Let’s face it. I am \u0096 to begin with \u0096 a girl-crazy girl. Which just naturally leads to the assumption that I love cunt, and all appurtenances thereto. Which I do. Let’s face it, cunt and tits and soft thighs and satin-sleek ass-cheeks, oooh, the mere thought gives me leaky plumbing! I like tongues, too, of course, daintily feminine or luridly female \u0096 tongues are uniquely adapted to the needs and nuances of my kind of love, all warm and moist and wondrously flexible in the curves and corners of kinky eroticism. Anyway, what reasonably sensuous lover would dare disagree? Basically, then, I’m equipped with all the usual desires and sex-drives ascribed to the gay sisterhood. I mention this only in passing, though \u0096 it is not the main theme here. Oh no, I’m obsessed by a far more freaky twist, one that casts me in a somewhat different light altogether, adding another dimension to my lesbian life. Because of my…<\/p>\n

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(For women only)<\/p>\n

CHAPTER ONE<\/p>\n

Something was bound to turn up, I figured. And it did. Or rather, she did. Right there in the hotel lobby! Her sidelong glance seemed more furtive thank frank, but I got the impression that she was hoping, too. Hoping for someone like me to happen along. Only she had to be subtle about it, naturally; why publicize a gay pickup? I was sure nobody else could see the interest lurking behind her mask of spurious nonchalance. Her eyes met mine more boldly as I walked by. I turned my head and stared, inquisitive, quite deliberate now. Then, stepping back toward her, I murmured the trite phrase that would work if my guess was accurate and cause no harm if it wasn’t. ‘I beg your pardon\u0085’ My tone was soft but firm. ‘You look familiar. Do we know each other from somewhere?’ ‘Umm, no, I don’t think so.’ She shrugged. And with a roguish smile, ‘But does it really matter?’ That did it. I smiled back and we…<\/p><\/div>\n

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