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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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116 Chs

Not an Equal

I sat in my spot in the classroom and Bag Boy shyly handed me the satchel.

I gave him a little smile and wet my lips with my tongue and with that he blushed and dashed off to make it to his next class.

Mr. Jones continued with the 'What I did during the Summer' speeches and I tried to look interested in the inane ramblings of my classmates. Hopefully we were going to get into some different topics...I can only listen to so much of this drivel.

With that class over, I drifted into World Literature. 'Aunt Carol' ignored my presence as had become her habit so I daydreamed until I was jarred from my very erotic vision of Eric Jacobson by the class bell. Yep, Bag Boy was back and escorted me..well, followed me like a little dog would, to the lunch room. Looking at him, I simply stated, "Biology, Watkins, go." and left him literally, holding the bag.