Giving Her Room To Explore

Yesterday I had lunch with my childhood girlfriend's mother. We met to talk about her daughter. She asked me to go to Santa Fe and bring her home.

Both her daughter and I are gay. Our first was with each other, in the sixth grade. We were caught in the act, licking our pussies in a sixty-nine position. We were totally naked, on her bed, I was on the bottom, she was on top, her full pussy in my face, her hands holding my thighs with her tongue licking my vagina. That's how her mother walked in on us. We had a lecture. It didn't work. We were left alone, hopping that our child behavior would pass. It didn't, we were gay and we are gay.

College last year was a bust, we both lost a year. My, and I am unapologetic when I say "my", girlfriend went out to Santa Fe to visit a mutual friend, also gay, and hasn't come home. Yes she is mine, she knows it, know it, her mother knows it. That's why she wants me to go get her. All I need to do is call her, tell her to come home. She is an artist, she is out there getting inspiration, and our friend is her inspiration. They are getting personal, she is drawing some pretty erotic things. She draws, our friend is her inspiration, her model. They make love, then she draws, these drawings will be her inspiration to paint. She's working on lesbian erotica. It turns me on.

I miss her, I miss her kisses, her tits and her pussy. Speaking purely about that. I'm not worried about her, she is finding another side of herself, then she will come home. This past year is screwing with our mind. When she's ready she will come home. In the meantime I have a whole album of her exploration into erotica to entertain me.