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Jenna from the clubI never imagined myself being as outgoing as I was last Friday night. In fact, many will tell you that I lead a rather dull life. Oh, I have friends, lots of them. But when we hang out I am usually the last one on the dance floor and the first one to sit back down. I must admit, reading my own description of my social life makes me want to fall asleep. > > “Come on, Claudia,” my friends would say. “Have a drink, hook up with someone and forget where you left your thong in the morning,” They were party girls alright, and last Friday night I decided I would take a journey through their world. > > A new club had opened in town and we were all excited to try it out. The drinks were cheap and the guys were plentiful, so the girls were happy enough. I had something else on my mind, though. Ever since I was s*******n, I found myself thinking more about girls bahis firmaları than boys when I masturbated. Any time I attempted to meet someone for a romantic time, I only ever wanted women. Ten years on and it is exactly the same. > > Don’t get me wrong. When the girls and I get a few drinks inside us, we end up with our tongues and fingers inside of each other. But a lot of girls do that. It’s just one of those silly girly things that men dream about and search for online. > I’ve had sex with most of my girlfriends. Amanda and I used to experiment every day after school. She would come over and seduce me like the little slut she was. Five minutes later out clothes would be s**ttered across my bedroom and our mouths would be pleasing the most sensitive parts of each other’s bodies. It was bliss, but nothing more than two young girls experimenting. > They knew kaçak iddaa I preferred girls, but I never referred to myself as a ‘lesbian’. I don’t know why, though. The image of a naked man never made me as wet as the thought of a smooth, silky, naked lady. It was easy for me to notice my interest in the same sex when one day I felt a moist spot in my panties grow as I spent a about three quarters of English class staring at Carla Tambourine’s long, shiny legs. She always had a mini skirt on in school and sometimes a cute pair of toe-less heels. She was sought after by both the boys and girls in my school. I even heard that she had fooled around with a girl in a bathtub at a party. All that gave me the material I needed to play out multiple scenarios in my head involving myself and Carla. Happy times.> > I was all dolled up and ready to hit the club with the girls. I kaçak bahis slipped into my short purple dress and decided not to go with the bra. I had an impressive cleavage and I wasn’t opposed to showing it off. I wore the matching sandal heels that I got only two days before. Pink lipstick and eye shadow completed my look. Oh, and a small black thong. It wasn’t exactly warm that night. It only took us twenty minutes to get to the club and we were lucky enough to beat the line. There were already a good two dozen people in the club at that time. The music was playing and the people were either having a drink or dancing their asses off. Of course, I immediately began looking at the women in their strapless dresses, miniskirts and heels dancing as though they had just taken a magical eroticism potion. I really wanted to meet a girl that night, and the thought of taking one home with me was driving me insane.I was always very good looking growing up. Everyone said so. A slim built, ample chest and nice legs, I often wondered myself why I was single. But I wanted that to change tonight.
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