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If we’re discussing stories published outside lit, I’ll recommend the works of Valentine Glass. You can find them on Amazon kindle
 
lelarae said:
Anyone else into reading and sharing? I just finished Aurora's Angel....whew....
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Who is it by? I'm definitely up for sharing some reading recommendations.

Loved Freya Markse's "a marvellous light" triology (basically a queer, 1900s Harry Potter). Book 2 is pretty much ladies only, and super hot.
 
This is essentially a true story with exaggeration. I'm not a writer so feel free to correct spelling and grammar as you please.

I guess it was inevitable how it would finally settled. It began the first time we met in 1st grade. It's hard to imagine anyone more equaly matched in every single way as me and Ashley. We were both the tallest in our class, the smartest, and best athletes and we both had God given beauty. We were both the only child of our family, with both families equal financially and our mothers ran in the same circle of friends. We found ourselves competing over just about everything in school and girl scouts. We took turns winning first and second prizes in everything. Being in the same group of friends in high school there were times when we found ourselves together.
We would talk about the phenomenon of being so equally matched. We had some good times and some genuine friendship, like we went to the same camp together and knew no one else. In High School the competition advanced to another level when we were competing for the same boys, that's when I began to feel hate for Ashley. There were a few incidents before graduation. We got into a fight in gym class but it was quickly broken up and we got detention. We could have fought after detention but I think that neither of us wanted it to go that far realizing how ugly it would be. It would be the ultimate competition. High School ended and I saw her around town all summer even went to the same parties. The closest we'd ever been into an actual fight happened at a party. We were separated and taken from the party. Our parents were wise enough to see what was going on and made sure to steer us to different colleges.

We didn't see each other as much for the next 6 years. We met at a summer party in town after we both graduated. We were both business majors so no one was surprised to hear that we had big business plans and intended to make a lot of money. All of our friends were relieved to hear that we were in different markets. I was mostly women's fashions and she was in sports wear. The next ten years I didn't see Ashley at all. I'm sure that she was busy building her business as I was building mine. I hadn't been to a class reunion in a few years and a friend asked me to be there. I was telling an animated story in which at the end the punchline required me to throw out my hands. Ashley was coming by at the at moment and with rings on my fingers struck her hard in the face almost knocking her to floor. Blood came from her nose like a flood. I was apologetic and she was in no mood. If she could killed me at that instant I think she would have. She was humiliated. I found out later that she had a lot of physical problems and required surgery. She wouldn't take my calls and never responded to notes I sent her.

I knew that she was pissed but I didn't know how much. I found out later, too late, that she set out to destroy my life. She hired private detectives and created false stories about me that somehow got the attention of people in my industry as well as men I dated. Pictures were created and shopped and I was unable to prove my innocence. She and her team planned so well, that false stories were created at times when I had no alibi. The most harmful and false story was that I had several children that I'd essentialy abandoned and barely spent any money on their care and provide them no love. Even friends who knew me very well began to look at me differently. She also began making investments in women's fashion in a new company by alleged foreign investors.

My career which was on an upper trajectory was suddenly faltering. The competition was killing me. They seemed to always to be one step ahead of me. Much later, too late, I found out that Ashley's team wired my office, home and telephone. They knew everything and were able to plan according. I could go into much greater detail but no one who is reading this cares. I was losing everything that I had worked my ass off for so many years. Why? I don't deserve this! The last blow came when a bank called in my loan. Now I was busted and crushed. I could barely move, I was in shock. The phone rang and it was Ashely. She told me she had heard about my run of bad luck as she called it. She said, "Are you O.K. dear," feigning concern. She barely got those fake words out of her when she lost control and began laughing and admitting that it was all her being the cause of my run of bad luck. I was in shock which immediately turned into murderous rage. In addition to saying a lot more I told her that if I ever saw her I would kill her. She said great, I'll be right over to finish the job.

In about 15 minutes she was at my door. I opened the door and she pushed right passed me as if she owned the place. As if reading my mind she said, I do own the place and everything else and today I'm going to own you. She went on and told me all the things she had done to ruin my life. When she finished I asked her, "why, because of the incident at the reunion" She said, "dear, that was just the final straw. As you know, this has been going on between us all our lives and I finally determined that I'm the winner and you are the loser." Hearing those words pushed my rage off the scale and I remember attacking her with murder in my heart. I had never been so angry or so intent to hurt someone in my life. I attacked her but she was prepared, this is what she had come for. Her words that she came to own me played in my head but I was sure that now that this bitch had made the mistake of allowing me to get my hands on her I knew that I would hurt her badly for ruining my life. There was plenty of hair pulling and slapping but that eventually gave way to punches and kicks and choking. This went on for some time. We were both intent on destroying the other. At one point I landed a punch to her face that stung her and I quickly hit her with another I jumped on her and began to choke her. I had her hurt and in a hold around her neck that I knew she couldn't escape. I began to feel the exhilaration of victory over this evil woman. But she was very determined and got out of the hold. We fought like this for at least another 10 minutes. I was beginning to feel fatigued but I could tell that she was too. She somehow got her second wind and I never did. It seemed that once again, we were evenly matched except for stamina. I continued to fight for revenge and for the sake of my dignity. It was quickly becoming obvious that I was spent and she was not. She was in total control and I began to panic. I was so overwhelmed and beaten that she was able to get my jeans off and my panties. Now I was really worried about what she meant by owning me. She used my panties to tie my hands behind my back. With as much energy as I had left I cursed and her and promised retribution. She stood over me smiling. She said, dear this was your chance for retribution but it should be obvious even to you, I am clearly, the better woman in every way. As I lay on the floor, hands tied with my own panties she walked around me in a victory celebration. Never breaking eye contact with me, she began removing her clothes. Looking up at her body, it struck me that even at this age, mid 30s her body was the same as mine except that her mound was larger. I had noticed that many years ago in high school and I don't know why but I was always was always envious. She stood over me massaging her plump pussy. "What are you going to do" I asked her in complete panic. She said, "I think you know what I'm going to do, loser." "Who is the better woman" she asked. I refused to answer. She squatted down and placed her plump wet pussy right on my mouth. Ok dear, she said, I think you know what you have to do. Fuck you I said, get the fuck off of me, let me up! Sweetheart she said, you are not going to get up until you make me cum, then we will both know that I own you. I refused and said, "never". "Well dear", she said, "you're not getting off of this floor until you make me cum. I hope that you make up your mind before I have to pee." She put one hand under my head, pulled my face into her cunt and began to fuck my face. I was exhausted and had no energy to fight back but the rage inside me kept building. She was enjoying what she was doing to me, her clit was hard and she was dripping wet. I hated what was happening and wanted it to end but realized that there was nothing I could do. Ashley had beaten me in every way. Like a neon sign in my brain, I got the message that she was the better woman. At that moment, the competition that had been so much a part of our lives was over. Ashley was the better woman. A sense of relief that the competition ended washed over me. I was relieved. I began to feel sexual excitement that was overwhelming. Ashley, my lifetime enemy, some times friend was the better woman and all I wanted was to give her the sexual satisfaction she deserved. OMG, Ashley had beaten me, was fucking my face and I couldn't get enough of her pussy. This was the most erotic sexual experience of my life and I loved it. 15 minutes ago I wanted to kill her and now, all I want to do is to give her sexual pleasure. I had never eaten pussy before in my life but I knew exactly how to please her. She looked down at me and said, "You little slut, you love my pussy." With that she asked me one final time, "Who is the better woman?" I pulled my face away from the pussy that I now loved and murmured, "you are, you are the better woman."
 
DaisyDonado said:
This is essentially a true story with exaggeration. I'm not a writer so feel free to correct spelling and grammar as you please.

I guess it was inevitable how it would finally settled. It began the first time we met in 1st grade. It's hard to imagine anyone more equaly matched in every single way as me and Ashley. We were both the tallest in our class, the smartest, and best athletes and we both had God given beauty. We were both the only child of our family, with both families equal financially and our mothers ran in the same circle of friends. We found ourselves competing over just about everything in school and girl scouts. We took turns winning first and second prizes in everything. Being in the same group of friends in high school there were times when we found ourselves together.
We would talk about the phenomenon of being so equally matched. We had some good times and some genuine friendship, like we went to the same camp together and knew no one else. In High School the competition advanced to another level when we were competing for the same boys, that's when I began to feel hate for Ashley. There were a few incidents before graduation. We got into a fight in gym class but it was quickly broken up and we got detention. We could have fought after detention but I think that neither of us wanted it to go that far realizing how ugly it would be. It would be the ultimate competition. High School ended and I saw her around town all summer even went to the same parties. The closest we'd ever been into an actual fight happened at a party. We were separated and taken from the party. Our parents were wise enough to see what was going on and made sure to steer us to different colleges.

We didn't see each other as much for the next 6 years. We met at a summer party in town after we both graduated. We were both business majors so no one was surprised to hear that we had big business plans and intended to make a lot of money. All of our friends were relieved to hear that we were in different markets. I was mostly women's fashions and she was in sports wear. The next ten years I didn't see Ashley at all. I'm sure that she was busy building her business as I was building mine. I hadn't been to a class reunion in a few years and a friend asked me to be there. I was telling an animated story in which at the end the punchline required me to throw out my hands. Ashley was coming by at the at moment and with rings on my fingers struck her hard in the face almost knocking her to floor. Blood came from her nose like a flood. I was apologetic and she was in no mood. If she could killed me at that instant I think she would have. She was humiliated. I found out later that she had a lot of physical problems and required surgery. She wouldn't take my calls and never responded to notes I sent her.

I knew that she was pissed but I didn't know how much. I found out later, too late, that she set out to destroy my life. She hired private detectives and created false stories about me that somehow got the attention of people in my industry as well as men I dated. Pictures were created and shopped and I was unable to prove my innocence. She and her team planned so well, that false stories were created at times when I had no alibi. The most harmful and false story was that I had several children that I'd essentialy abandoned and barely spent any money on their care and provide them no love. Even friends who knew me very well began to look at me differently. She also began making investments in women's fashion in a new company by alleged foreign investors.

My career which was on an upper trajectory was suddenly faltering. The competition was killing me. They seemed to always to be one step ahead of me. Much later, too late, I found out that Ashley's team wired my office, home and telephone. They knew everything and were able to plan according. I could go into much greater detail but no one who is reading this cares. I was losing everything that I had worked my ass off for so many years. Why? I don't deserve this! The last blow came when a bank called in my loan. Now I was busted and crushed. I could barely move, I was in shock. The phone rang and it was Ashely. She told me she had heard about my run of bad luck as she called it. She said, "Are you O.K. dear," feigning concern. She barely got those fake words out of her when she lost control and began laughing and admitting that it was all her being the cause of my run of bad luck. I was in shock which immediately turned into murderous rage. In addition to saying a lot more I told her that if I ever saw her I would kill her. She said great, I'll be right over to finish the job.

In about 15 minutes she was at my door. I opened the door and she pushed right passed me as if she owned the place. As if reading my mind she said, I do own the place and everything else and today I'm going to own you. She went on and told me all the things she had done to ruin my life. When she finished I asked her, "why, because of the incident at the reunion" She said, "dear, that was just the final straw. As you know, this has been going on between us all our lives and I finally determined that I'm the winner and you are the loser." Hearing those words pushed my rage off the scale and I remember attacking her with murder in my heart. I had never been so angry or so intent to hurt someone in my life. I attacked her but she was prepared, this is what she had come for. Her words that she came to own me played in my head but I was sure that now that this bitch had made the mistake of allowing me to get my hands on her I knew that I would hurt her badly for ruining my life. There was plenty of hair pulling and slapping but that eventually gave way to punches and kicks and choking. This went on for some time. We were both intent on destroying the other. At one point I landed a punch to her face that stung her and I quickly hit her with another I jumped on her and began to choke her. I had her hurt and in a hold around her neck that I knew she couldn't escape. I began to feel the exhilaration of victory over this evil woman. But she was very determined and got out of the hold. We fought like this for at least another 10 minutes. I was beginning to feel fatigued but I could tell that she was too. She somehow got her second wind and I never did. It seemed that once again, we were evenly matched except for stamina. I continued to fight for revenge and for the sake of my dignity. It was quickly becoming obvious that I was spent and she was not. She was in total control and I began to panic. I was so overwhelmed and beaten that she was able to get my jeans off and my panties. Now I was really worried about what she meant by owning me. She used my panties to tie my hands behind my back. With as much energy as I had left I cursed and her and promised retribution. She stood over me smiling. She said, dear this was your chance for retribution but it should be obvious even to you, I am clearly, the better woman in every way. As I lay on the floor, hands tied with my own panties she walked around me in a victory celebration. Never breaking eye contact with me, she began removing her clothes. Looking up at her body, it struck me that even at this age, mid 30s her body was the same as mine except that her mound was larger. I had noticed that many years ago in high school and I don't know why but I was always was always envious. She stood over me massaging her plump pussy. "What are you going to do" I asked her in complete panic. She said, "I think you know what I'm going to do, loser." "Who is the better woman" she asked. I refused to answer. She squatted down and placed her plump wet pussy right on my mouth. Ok dear, she said, I think you know what you have to do. Fuck you I said, get the fuck off of me, let me up! Sweetheart she said, you are not going to get up until you make me cum, then we will both know that I own you. I refused and said, "never". "Well dear", she said, "you're not getting off of this floor until you make me cum. I hope that you make up your mind before I have to pee." She put one hand under my head, pulled my face into her cunt and began to fuck my face. I was exhausted and had no energy to fight back but the rage inside me kept building. She was enjoying what she was doing to me, her clit was hard and she was dripping wet. I hated what was happening and wanted it to end but realized that there was nothing I could do. Ashley had beaten me in every way. Like a neon sign in my brain, I got the message that she was the better woman. At that moment, the competition that had been so much a part of our lives was over. Ashley was the better woman. A sense of relief that the competition ended washed over me. I was relieved. I began to feel sexual excitement that was overwhelming. Ashley, my lifetime enemy, some times friend was the better woman and all I wanted was to give her the sexual satisfaction she deserved. OMG, Ashley had beaten me, was fucking my face and I couldn't get enough of her pussy. This was the most erotic sexual experience of my life and I loved it. 15 minutes ago I wanted to kill her and now, all I want to do is to give her sexual pleasure. I had never eaten pussy before in my life but I knew exactly how to please her. She looked down at me and said, "You little slut, you love my pussy." With that she asked me one final time, "Who is the better woman?" I pulled my face away from the pussy that I now loved and murmured, "you are, you are the better woman."
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So very hot!!!
 
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