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Written in French in August 2011 Translated with the help of Google Translate !
Hard submission, lesbian
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Deauville, August, around 10 a.m.
I do not know if you know the wooden planks of Deauville beach: do not walk there barefoot, think about wearing sandals, they are full of dangerous splinters! The weather is splendid and I am strolling around right now, casually, wearing a little bikini tanga, topless, wearing an elegant hat and I have big dark glasses. I am accompanied by Carole, Charlotte's charming friend: she has just divorced and we thought that sharing our vacation would change her ideas. Very beautiful Englishwoman in her forties, brown with freckles, she is in the same outfit as me.
These delicious and luxurious holidays, although simple in principle, renewed every year, are made possible by the fortune of Charlotte, the woman I love and whose life I share. She owns in Deauville, in a pretty and quiet alley, a magnificent villa of this characteristic style put in honor by her compatriots at the beginning of the century and which integrates so well with that of the region, with half-timbered.
Other women are walking on this part of the beautiful beach: it is a kind of game. A declared and proud lesbian, I do not disdain to attract attention and I have fun, studying my approach which highlights my thighs, my hips and my buttocks ... My body is plowed with scars but I take great pride in it and I believe that they do not alter my beauty.
Now walking on the fine sand, we move away towards Bénerville to reach a quieter place.
"It’s the first time I’m alone with you, Amelia!
"Charlotte had work, she had her mailbox to look at and phone calls to make, she will join us ...
I laugh :
"I think she did it on purpose to send us to the beach without her, she must have wanted to get to know us!" It’s her!
"Charlotte has been transformed since you entered her life, she looks so happy!
"Me too, I'm happy, Carole ... Here, I suggest you settle in here ...
We lie on our towels. The first, I lie on my stomach, untying the bikini bottoms and putting them next to me. Carole pours cream in the palm of my hand to spread it over my naked body. She screams:
" Oh !!! Forgive my indiscretion but what do you have there? I never dared to ask you, but on your butt it's the first time I see them!
And she runs her fingers over my deep marks, "D" on the left, "OD" on the right and then over some of the long, raised, raised, horizontal scars that dot my back, my buttocks and the back of my thighs…
"Yes, I will have to limit my exposure time because of them, the dermato recommended it to me, these are non-pigmented areas, beyond that I will put on a T-shirt ... Well, these are traces of blows whip, whip and cane! And the marks were made with a hot iron.
"Oh, my God ... It was before I got to know Charlotte, right?
Carole, very impressed, visibly dies of curiosity but her excellent education as a British woman of good society prevents her from insisting.
"It's another part of my life, that, Carole, but you will no doubt be surprised: they are the memory of a period of great happiness, but perhaps I am made so: I am always happy: j '' feels great nostalgia when talking about this period. But I don't want to talk about me all the time or bother you!
" Not at all ! On the contrary !! I have seen you with Charlotte for so long and I know you so little!
" It's a long story…
To be continued
Hard submission, lesbian
I
Deauville, August, around 10 a.m.
I do not know if you know the wooden planks of Deauville beach: do not walk there barefoot, think about wearing sandals, they are full of dangerous splinters! The weather is splendid and I am strolling around right now, casually, wearing a little bikini tanga, topless, wearing an elegant hat and I have big dark glasses. I am accompanied by Carole, Charlotte's charming friend: she has just divorced and we thought that sharing our vacation would change her ideas. Very beautiful Englishwoman in her forties, brown with freckles, she is in the same outfit as me.
These delicious and luxurious holidays, although simple in principle, renewed every year, are made possible by the fortune of Charlotte, the woman I love and whose life I share. She owns in Deauville, in a pretty and quiet alley, a magnificent villa of this characteristic style put in honor by her compatriots at the beginning of the century and which integrates so well with that of the region, with half-timbered.
Other women are walking on this part of the beautiful beach: it is a kind of game. A declared and proud lesbian, I do not disdain to attract attention and I have fun, studying my approach which highlights my thighs, my hips and my buttocks ... My body is plowed with scars but I take great pride in it and I believe that they do not alter my beauty.
Now walking on the fine sand, we move away towards Bénerville to reach a quieter place.
"It’s the first time I’m alone with you, Amelia!
"Charlotte had work, she had her mailbox to look at and phone calls to make, she will join us ...
I laugh :
"I think she did it on purpose to send us to the beach without her, she must have wanted to get to know us!" It’s her!
"Charlotte has been transformed since you entered her life, she looks so happy!
"Me too, I'm happy, Carole ... Here, I suggest you settle in here ...
We lie on our towels. The first, I lie on my stomach, untying the bikini bottoms and putting them next to me. Carole pours cream in the palm of my hand to spread it over my naked body. She screams:
" Oh !!! Forgive my indiscretion but what do you have there? I never dared to ask you, but on your butt it's the first time I see them!
And she runs her fingers over my deep marks, "D" on the left, "OD" on the right and then over some of the long, raised, raised, horizontal scars that dot my back, my buttocks and the back of my thighs…
"Yes, I will have to limit my exposure time because of them, the dermato recommended it to me, these are non-pigmented areas, beyond that I will put on a T-shirt ... Well, these are traces of blows whip, whip and cane! And the marks were made with a hot iron.
"Oh, my God ... It was before I got to know Charlotte, right?
Carole, very impressed, visibly dies of curiosity but her excellent education as a British woman of good society prevents her from insisting.
"It's another part of my life, that, Carole, but you will no doubt be surprised: they are the memory of a period of great happiness, but perhaps I am made so: I am always happy: j '' feels great nostalgia when talking about this period. But I don't want to talk about me all the time or bother you!
" Not at all ! On the contrary !! I have seen you with Charlotte for so long and I know you so little!
" It's a long story…
To be continued