If There Is Such A Thing, She Turned Me Lesbian

Are you tired, depressed? You may be an alcoholic. I am. But I didn't believe it. I drank socially, with friends, with pizza and Mexican food. I drank a lot, if you take Sunday to Sunday. It took a friend to point it out. Severe confrontation. You are a lush, that's a nice name for a female drunk. Stop drinking, right now. She told me.

I went through withdrawal. Social drinking is drinking. She took me to the gym with her, she worked out and I pretended. Get those glutes in shape, a nice fine ass never hurt anyone. She pulled my shoulders back and told me to enjoy my boobs, if you enjoy them, some man might enjoy them too. But you have to quit drinking. If you drink, you will be old and lonely. The formula then, is no booze, a fine tight ass and a set of tits that gets men's attention.

She wanted a fine ass, tight glutes. And thick thighs. And she shaved my pussy. She likes tits. That's her formula for a woman in the mist, tight ass, nice tits, strong thighs, shaved pussy, pretty face, short hair, a woman that likes to kiss and a woman that she can eat her pussy. My friend turns out to be a lesbian. And it turns out she wants me, for sex.

Within a year I had a tight ass, and she shaved me so my pussy drove her crazy, my thighs got heavy and strong by spinning on the stationary bike, and I got my tits up by standing straight and not slouching. I haven't had a drink in over a year. I'm dry. Not down there, she makes sure I stay wet there. She's a damn butch and she's turned me lesbian with her. Let a man sneak a peak at my tight ass in the gym and she gives them the evil eye. That bitch is my bitch Mr. You go find your own bitch.