1. Sextexting


    Date: 7/31/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    I was drying my hair in the bathroom and heard my familiar Rammstein ringtone announcing I'd received a Whatsapp message. Wondering whether I should take a look now or wait until I finished getting ready, I continued waving the hair dryer around my head, feeling the lovely heated air wafting through my luxurious locks. Regarding myself critically in the mirror I thought to myself, considering the hectic week I’d just had, I’d come out of it relatively unscathed. Hmmm not bad, could be worse . I reflected whilst inspecting the shallow bags under my eyes. Of course no-one looks their best dressed without make up, long wet hair being blown all over the place by a hair dryer that has itself confused with a jet engine wearing a baggy t-shirt, so big that it always leaves one or the other shoulders bare and cotton panties that would have done my grandmother proud. The mobile sounded again and unable to contain my piqued curiosity any longer, I interrupted the important ritual of getting ready and crossed the hallway to my bedroom. My phone was charging because I was going out tonight, it was a Friday after all, and I wanted to make sure it had enough juice to last the whole evening. As I picked it up, Rammstein once again blared from the speaker, almost making me jump. While my heart settled back into its normal rhythm, I unlocked the screen and saw I had a Whatsapp messages from Victoria, an old girlfriend who'd moved to the states last year. I looked at the time and saw it was ...
    approaching lunchtime in the Big Apple. “Hello!” “Anybody there?” “I know you’re there, Darling... stop ignoring me!” I smiled to myself. You couldn’t accuse Victoria of being the patient type. I quickly typed hello and pressed send. "Hi babe, how ya doing?" She always started with that question, and almost never called girlfriends by their real name. I asked her once why, but instead of answering, she simply shrugged her shoulders dismissing my inquiry as not important. Personally, I reckon it was because she had so many different lovers, she simply couldn't remember all their names, and didn’t want to call out the wrong one in the heat of passion. "Not bad! Getting ready to go out! What are you doing?" "Hot date?" Also typical of her. If she didn't want to answer a question, she didn't, and to deflect your query into the realms of oblivion, she always asked one of her own. I thought about the answer to that one and to be honest, I wasn’t sure. I'd worked with Colin for a couple of years now and in all that time I'd never realised he was interested in me. Hardly surprising really. He'd never flirted with me like he did some of the of the other women in our department, and whenever we talked, he was extremely courteous, not at all like some of the other irritating machos that work at the office. I did at one point, after getting to know him, wonder if he was gay, but not wanting to insult him, I never actually asked outright. So it was quite a surprise when I found out from ...
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