Finding My Real Calling

I have been lousy at relationships, my one serious relationship ending in a nasty public humiliation. I went home for a few weeks, one of my cousins says to me she is thinking of being a nun. She's scared of men, sex. She confides in me, she had a sexual relationship with a girl and she is consumed by guilt.

I tell her some of my more stupid sexual encounters, starting with my first boy at 14. We laughed and cried together, agreed that becoming a nun for something that felt so good was stupid. In whispers I asked her what it was like to eat pussy. She whispered words, she told me it was like the best thing in the world, pussy was wet and slick and tasted like shit, but once you start you can't stop. Did I understand?

No, I had really never seen a pussy up close, not open and wet and engorged like she said. She asked me to lay on my back, checked that the door was locked and took her panties off and straddled my face so I could look at a pussy from the sex point of view. Then she slowly lowered her pussy into my mouth and face and I had no choice but to eat her. And eat her, and toss her off, and put her on her back and spread her legs and eat her.

Once you start you can't stop.

I love pussy. That's why my relationships failed. I love pussy.