Dance For You (Lesbian Story)
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Last published Fri, Apr 30, 2021
Two dead parents and a brother in the navy, I was practically on my own. I, Vanessa Harrison, am 19 years old and working two jobs to sustain myself while my brother Joseph is away. I couldn't afford to go to college so I started working right after high school. My friend Kathleen decided to have a night out and watch a basketball game. I thought it would be like all the other one's we've been to...I never thought I'd end up having my heart stolen just by one look at that majestic body.
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