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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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Highschool - 1

The clicking of my heels on the tile floor wasn't the only thing that made me stand out from the unwashed masses gathering in the freshman wing of Thomas Jefferson High. For my first day of high school (my first day of school ever, if you want to get technical) I decided to make a lasting first impression. With each step of my stiletto heeled black calf high boots, my back-to-school outfit taunted the dress code. The black skirt I wore wasn't overly tight, but it was plenty short. After all, I had to show off my legs and the black stockings I wore. Though I was wearing a bra, it still allowed for plenty of jiggles as I strutted the halls. Although the tight little black dress I wore came up to my neck, a small keyhole which revealed practically nothing dared the boys to get closer in hopes of catching a glance of cleavage.