Blessant (GirlxGirl. Lesbian story)
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  • Time 7h 56m
  • Reads 230,447
  • Votes 4,702
  • Parts 27
  • Time 7h 56m
Complete, First published Jan 27, 2015
Mature
How do you expect to control everything around you if you can't even control your own mind? Annamarie is an anxiety ridden, sex crazed woman who never thought anyone could love her, especially if she can't love herself. Her eyes used to haunt her, reminding her of the horrid childhood she had, until she opened her mind. There lays a new pair of eyes to haunt her, blue and silver belonging to her long lost love Kathleen, a blonde bodacious vixen who struggles with self esteem. Can these two women fix each other? Or will they just cause more chaos in their already hectic lives? 

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{Explicit content. Lesbian sex. Don't like don't read,
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