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Gentle, adventurous, hot femme drawn to casual fun and late night dates. Looking for dykes with an edge.

GOLF ANYONE?

Good butch sks femme for bed sport until we fall asleep as the sun comes up. What? One more time? Well, okay…

Boygirl 28. Mild cynic in2 trashy diners, b-movies, cas.sex seeks intell. butch gal for occasional scotch & AM Teletubbies

Big Bold & Beautiful as well as young black & gifted, looking for somebody will- ing to go beyond the clichesa wants to get down & dirty. Interested in music, movies & much more. Prefer write

Hot fem, 34, creative, intel, attr, desires a passionate butch for adventurous fun intimacy. Mild bondage - bonus!

Pierced tattooed intel. 30's dyke, humor- ous, no pretentions sks leftwing boygirl for sex + spontaneous outings.

Black lipstick Femme on the hunt for a butch. I want to explore all the realms that can exist between a butch & her Femme. Age & race irrelevant. Pref write

Blonde 27 years 130 lb 56 seeks handsome Butch with strong arms & chest to admire. Prefer S M positive

Boxershort Dyke now accepting applications for full time friendship and/or girl- friend. Successful applicants must enjoy music. have sense of humour and must be willing to be romanced and showered with flowers.

brainy quirky androgynous cute dyke w/big kind heart seeks woman who likes herself & wears comfy shoes.

Tags passing peer review, gonna share.

I rushed faster and faster towards the door to the secret stairs. It was as if they were drawing me to them, as if I had no will. Marius didn’t matter now. Nothing much mattered, except to be going down the narrow damp stone steps faster and faster, past the windows full of sea spray and early evening light. In fact, my infatuation was getting so strong, so total that I stopped suddenly, wondering if it was originating with me. But that was foolishness. Who could have put it in my head? Those Who Must Be Kept? [...] I was slightly dizzy, confused. How had I gotten so far down the steps, and didn’t I remember that the door was bolted from inside? Give me another five hundred years and I might be able to open that bolt, but not just now. Yet I went on down, these thoughts breaking up and disintegrating as fast as they’d come. I was on fire again, and the thirst was making it worse, though the thirst had nothing to do with it. And when I came round the last turn I saw the doors to the chapel were open wide. The light of the lamps poured out into the stairwell. And the scent of the flowers and incense was suddenly overwhelming and made a knot in my throat.