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| comment | | "parent_author":"",<br>"parent_permlink":"story",<br>"author":"onlineearnings",<br>"permlink":"skin-deep-real-life-lesbian-sex-storie",<br>"title":"Skin Deep: Real-Life Lesbian Sex Storie",<br>"body":"It was a classic combination: the American Girl Scout and a Norwegian version of I Am Curious Yellow hiking together on a warm sunny day. Me,<br> the perennial Girl Scout,<br> stooping to examine pine needles and flowers along a narrow path winding upward,<br> checking for animal spoor and tracks,<br> while my lover returned to her dense native forest with tall,<br> translucent ferns thick under towering pines,<br> and hatched elemental plots,<br> folklore plots of trolls,<br> n\u00f8kken,<br> nisse,<br> and alluring,<br> seductive hulder.\n\nWe climbed higher,<br> breathing crisp fresh air pungent with pine sap and rich soil. Sparkling water in a clear,<br> cold stream beside the trail rushed pell-mell over sticks and stones. An hour into our journey,<br> a small white cabin appeared above us under a canopy of dark evergreens.\n\n\"Look! A hytte!\" my lover exclaimed. \"I wonder whose it is.\" She skipped lightly in blue Norwegian rubber boots along a half-hewn log crossing the stream. \"I wonder if anyone's here.\"\nI hurried behind,<br> also curious to check the cabin and the view from its tiny railed porch. Far below steep hillsides of lush forest,<br> a cold and deep blue mountain lake shimmered in the sunlight,<br> home to scary-eyed n\u00f8kken pointing spindly fingers at passersby--I'd learn later--living among its sunken logs and moss-covered branches.\n\nWe peeked in every window of the cottage and saw a tidy,<br> rustic interior with metal cot and mattress,<br> black iron stove,<br> faded green table,<br> four matching chairs,<br> coffee pot,<br> lantern,<br> matches,<br> and split firewood stacked beside the stove.\n\"No one here,<br>\" my lover announced. \"Not all summer,<br> looks like. Too bad the door's locked. Shall we stop to rest? We could snack too.\"\nWe carried with us in knapsacks a thermos of coffee,<br> creamy cheese on fresh bread,<br> and homemade dessert. Norwegians don't bother with American Express cards,<br> I'd discovered already: It's coffee and sweets they never leave home without,<br> unless the host at their destination guarantees to provide them. My lover even packed a red-and-white tablecloth and linen napkins. I was also learning that manners,<br> indoors or out,<br> were",<br>"json_metadata":" \"tags\":[\"story\",<br>\"fun\",<br>\"life\",<br>\"art\",<br>\"love\" ,<br>\"app\":\"steemit\/0.1\",<br>\"format\":\"markdown\" " |
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