Lesbian Female / 34
Up Until Andrea Came Along I Thought I Was Some Repressed Bitch
I pretty much fit the image of the corporate accounting nerd. I do taxes, exciting stuff. I'm not what anyone wants from a sex point of view. I'm opinionated and for some reason that I have never been able to find out, I have a negative image of sex in any form. I was happy being what I was, a virgin who judged everyone.
But in the middle of the night, when I was all alone I read novels of women who were put upon by a man, a train robber, a desert sheik, forced to the woman they did not want to be. I watched porn, not the nice type of porn, the porn where women are abused and forced to suck dick, or be peed upon. I don't like porn with hairy women, I like a well shaved and accessible vagina. It's all fake, but still, a woman with her legs spread and a view of her vagina helps me sleep in piece.
Along come this girl Andrea. She works as a paralegal. 32 and nice, but not boobwise, really small tits and she doesn't really even have an ass. She's one of those girls who can easily wear and carry off the teen boy look, even the hair. But I caught her in the 'ladies' room and she was wearing tight brief panties with strawberry's and she was looking at her bush. I told her that for me bush was out, I needed a nice smooth pair of lips to bring the tigress out in me. It was a joke. But she didn't take that way.
When she presented me with a clean, recently waxed, smooth pair of lips I swooned. In real life it was a whole lot different, but I went down on her like that. My first pussy, my very first pussy and I enjoyed it a bunch. Her tits are small but she has biggish nipples and her little butt cheeks are just the right size for me to grab her by. I 'devoured' her, every bit of the fantasy I had about being accosted by a man, I did with her. Except for the obvious. But she didn't mind.
Weeks, and months went by and Andrea was so much prettier than I had thought. She said she liked me the way I was, not so small, with ample hips and boobs that hang when I'm on my hands and knees over her. A good boob slap goes a long way. I started to get myself waxed and give her a smooth pussy too. Eating pussy is something you do because you have a drive to inflict it on her.
Out at an outdoor mall, it was a nice Spring day, we sat on a bench to get our thoughts together, and I put my arm around her and kissed her a solid kiss with tongue. I told her I wanted everyone to know that she was my girl, and we went public on FB.
Everyone who knew me said they always knew I was some kind of lesbian, probably a butch or dyke. How come I didn't know? I always thought of myself as a repressed prude, except in the middle of the night with my sex novels or cruising the internet for pretty pussy girls to lust about.
But in the middle of the night, when I was all alone I read novels of women who were put upon by a man, a train robber, a desert sheik, forced to the woman they did not want to be. I watched porn, not the nice type of porn, the porn where women are abused and forced to suck dick, or be peed upon. I don't like porn with hairy women, I like a well shaved and accessible vagina. It's all fake, but still, a woman with her legs spread and a view of her vagina helps me sleep in piece.
Along come this girl Andrea. She works as a paralegal. 32 and nice, but not boobwise, really small tits and she doesn't really even have an ass. She's one of those girls who can easily wear and carry off the teen boy look, even the hair. But I caught her in the 'ladies' room and she was wearing tight brief panties with strawberry's and she was looking at her bush. I told her that for me bush was out, I needed a nice smooth pair of lips to bring the tigress out in me. It was a joke. But she didn't take that way.
When she presented me with a clean, recently waxed, smooth pair of lips I swooned. In real life it was a whole lot different, but I went down on her like that. My first pussy, my very first pussy and I enjoyed it a bunch. Her tits are small but she has biggish nipples and her little butt cheeks are just the right size for me to grab her by. I 'devoured' her, every bit of the fantasy I had about being accosted by a man, I did with her. Except for the obvious. But she didn't mind.
Weeks, and months went by and Andrea was so much prettier than I had thought. She said she liked me the way I was, not so small, with ample hips and boobs that hang when I'm on my hands and knees over her. A good boob slap goes a long way. I started to get myself waxed and give her a smooth pussy too. Eating pussy is something you do because you have a drive to inflict it on her.
Out at an outdoor mall, it was a nice Spring day, we sat on a bench to get our thoughts together, and I put my arm around her and kissed her a solid kiss with tongue. I told her I wanted everyone to know that she was my girl, and we went public on FB.
Everyone who knew me said they always knew I was some kind of lesbian, probably a butch or dyke. How come I didn't know? I always thought of myself as a repressed prude, except in the middle of the night with my sex novels or cruising the internet for pretty pussy girls to lust about.
