1. The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 90: Strip Poker


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female/Female, Hardcore, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Teen, Toys, Written by women, Young, Author: barbielez, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-89”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… My friends and I were having a girls’ night. It was my first slumber party. As you may have noticed, sharing makeup tips and talking about boys is not really my idea of a good time. And that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m a lesbian. I just don’t enjoy pretending to be shallow just to live up to the image people have of beautiful women—is it presumptuous of me to refer to myself as beautiful? Well, I don’t really care even if it is. Thankfully, my friends were not the ditsy, shallow type either. However, that didn’t mean they were ugly. In fact, I’d had a crush on one of them for the past few years, but the fact she had a husband kept me from ...
    acting upon those feelings—at least in real life. We spent the night playing poker. Strip poker. Yes, it was my idea—what, can’t a girl enjoy the occasional cliché? Plus, I was really hoping my friend—the one I have a crush on—would suck at poker. Most of my friends had at least a few beers in their system and figuring out when they were bluffing was as easy as staring at them until they started giggling. The only other member of our party that didn’t drink was the girl I had a crush on—for the purposes of this story, let’s call her Candy. Candy was a great poker player. In less than an hour, three of our friends were out of the game—we had agreed to limit our removal of clothes to everything but underwear—yet she still had all her clothes on. So did I. We kept playing for a few more minutes before our fourth and final friend was out. It was now down to Candy and me. I was determined to win. Not because I truly cared about victory, but because I couldn’t wait to see the rest of Candy’s body. All I had to do was win one hand—only a dress stood between me and her underwear—and I would be crowned victor. One of our friends dealt the cards. I got a great hand. And it only got better as the game progressed. By the time I was forced to show my cards, I was confident I would win. Candy was the first to reveal her cards. She had a full house. My friends cheered, but I refused to let it bother me. I paused before showing my hand. When I finally did, all of my friends gasped. In my hand ...
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