Lesbian Thanksgiving?

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I had so many questions about Kendrick’s seemingly lesbian-only Thanksgiving. Am I dreaming? Is Kendrick dating the short, curly-haired ginger sitting next to her? How many mason jars are on that table? What about the woman in the pajamas with the hoop earrings? What’s her story?

As far as we know, Anna Kendrick is straight, but she’s only 30, and lots ofwomen were straight at 30. I wanted to find out more about this. Was Kendrick out and I just missed it? Or was she really just a straight girl at a super gay Thanksgiving? So I Googled, as I’m sure so many queer women did that night, “Anna Kendrick gay.”

The first article that appeared was one by a woman named Aileen Cullen for “EarnTheNecklace.com,”a site that promises to provide “the latest headlines for all your favorite celebrities, but without the sleaze.” It was a slightly (or very) tone-deaf piece where the author, Cullen, refused to acknowledge even the possibility that any of the women in the photo might be gay. Kind of like if your really religious aunt had written it.

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Summer Lesbians 2017

As we endure the middle of summer in 2017, we thought we should honour some of the most beautiful lesbians of the year. Blazing hot bikini’s and skimpy tank tops are what makes summer so great. So here is our tribute to some of the hottest babes of the year. If you see one of these amazing women out at the beach or by the swimming pool or out shopping, she will surly make the sun shine brighter on you.

 

 

All Girl Massage

DARCIE DOLCE and Adrianna Sophia play massage parlor games. Adrianna seems to like putting oil all over Darcie’s large breasts. It is not long before Darcie is begging for Adrianna fingers inside her pussy. This is some hot oil action with women sliding their pussies all over each other.

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The Girl Courier

When Jennys regular film courier, Donna, reveals how she has become the center of her sexual dream world, Jennys quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought shed long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadnt happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and Donna reappears on Jennys doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. Donna really really isnt Jennys type…

I have a confession. I am dreadful at waiting for things. Most of all, I hate waiting in for couriers, postmen, workmen etc. I loathe how my life has to be fitted into their time frame. The words, ‘We will call between 9am and 6pm’, drive me nuts! As if I don’t have a life to be getting on with!!

Donna hot courier

This is why I am so grateful to the courier girls who regularly bring work related deliveries to my home- for in return for the occasional top up of their tea flasks, and the use of the bathroom, they always call me and tell me when they are heading to my home, so that I can get out and about and on with my life. Plus, they pass on as many story ideas as their naughty little minds can think of! They are my muses, and they never let me down! Without them, there would be no Not Her Type at all!

The kindness of my own little troop of delivery people however, doesn’t mean I am not still at the mercy of the couriers I don’t know (believe it or not, I don’t know them all!!). Having to wait, trapped inside my home, not being able to concentrate on anything I am doing properly in case I have to stop and sort out whatever is being delivered, a feeling of cabin fever usually grips me within an hour.

The frustration of my own inability to settle to a job drives me nuts. I drew upon this feeling of frustration- the annoyance of constant waiting- when I came to describe Jennys feelings as she sits at home trying, and often failing to work, hoping that one o’clock on Tuesday afternoon will come around quicker, so that her lover, Donna will arrive. This frustration flows into the rest of her week, as she continually hopes he’ll turn up unexpectedly on a different day.

It is a while before Jenny realises that Donna is just as frustrated with the weekly gaps between their meetings as she is, and that he looks forward to seeing her as much as she does her.

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At the sound of a van being parked in the driveway, Jenny flung open the front door, her heart thumping against her ribcage, her palms dotting with perspiration. Striding quickly from his vehicle toward his customer, Donna stepped into the narrow hallway; the expression on his face spoke volumes, reassuring Jenny that this, whatever it was, wasn’t over yet.
Before either of them had spoken a word they were rolling on the living room floor, speed being of the essence. Mouths glued together, their hands, legs, and tongues were a tangled mess, everywhere at once. Jennys psyche swam with a heady mixture of sensations, feuled by the never ending surprise at how much lust she felt toward her visitor, and how much desire he seemed to feel toward her in return.
Taking her shirt from Jennys shoulders, freeing her luscious breasts from their delicate cream bra, he sighed, and suddenly Jenny realized that he had been looking forward to this as much as she had. Up until now, she had convinced herself that he didnt think about her over the course of the week. It was like a mantra of self preservation in her head that she repeated over and over: I must remember I’m just convenient to her. We simply use each other for sex.
Roughly pulling at each others clothes, they were soon totally naked. Stepping away, Jenny gazed hungrily at her. He is just so yummy, so sexy, so This was the first time shed seen her completely nude. Previously, in their haste, trousers and boxers had remained around ankles, shoes and socks had been simply ignored. It was a minute frozen in time, as she examined her and he examined her; their appreciation was obviously mutual.
Drawing on a condom, Donna lowered Jenny back against the carpet, lying above her so his hard dick nudged at her skin, tantalizingly close to her clit, sending mini shocks of expectant electricity through her body.

When I wait in for parcels that I’m expecting, for the boiler to be serviced, for the plumber to arrive etc, I try so hard to relax- but I am hopeless. I like to be out of the house. I write best in my local cafe, and if I can’t get there I am a nightmare of unproductiveness! Thank goodness for my well trained couriers!!!