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Straight Female / 29
Always Paris
This happened a few years ago, when I was twenty-four and single. I had finished college and found a very good job, which I was quite pleased about. To sort of celebrate, I decided to take a trip to Paris.
In the hotel I was Staying at I met another girl, my age, also single, and she was from of all places Pennsylvania. We both just hit it off and there was a really good chemistry between us. We started to spend time together every day and we really enjoyed ourselves. Somehow we just seemed drawn toward one another, and although neither of us had ever done anything like that before, we end up naked together making love.
It was just so romantic and wonderful doing that together as women. We found ourselves practically mesmerized and while we were there for those two weeks we became quite serious lovers. I didn’t know if we were just being bisexual or if I was becoming a lesbian. I really didn’t know, and it didn’t seem to matter.
But we both ended up going back home, her to Pennsylvania and me to California. We stayed in touch, we called and emailed and we continued our relationship that way. It was almost a year later when we managed to get together again. She came out to see me in California. I know that we were both expecting it to be just as wonderful as it had been in Paris, only it wasn’t. It was awkward and whatever it was that had existed between the two of us seemed to have evaporated. Needless to say by the end of that week we both knew that our love affair was over.
We were both crushed. I know that I was, not so much in losing her, but in somehow losing a future that I had hoped existed out there. Some magic future. Now that was four years ago, I really don’t a have a desire to be with another woman, but I do look fondly back and think to myself that I will always have Paris.
In the hotel I was Staying at I met another girl, my age, also single, and she was from of all places Pennsylvania. We both just hit it off and there was a really good chemistry between us. We started to spend time together every day and we really enjoyed ourselves. Somehow we just seemed drawn toward one another, and although neither of us had ever done anything like that before, we end up naked together making love.
It was just so romantic and wonderful doing that together as women. We found ourselves practically mesmerized and while we were there for those two weeks we became quite serious lovers. I didn’t know if we were just being bisexual or if I was becoming a lesbian. I really didn’t know, and it didn’t seem to matter.
But we both ended up going back home, her to Pennsylvania and me to California. We stayed in touch, we called and emailed and we continued our relationship that way. It was almost a year later when we managed to get together again. She came out to see me in California. I know that we were both expecting it to be just as wonderful as it had been in Paris, only it wasn’t. It was awkward and whatever it was that had existed between the two of us seemed to have evaporated. Needless to say by the end of that week we both knew that our love affair was over.
We were both crushed. I know that I was, not so much in losing her, but in somehow losing a future that I had hoped existed out there. Some magic future. Now that was four years ago, I really don’t a have a desire to be with another woman, but I do look fondly back and think to myself that I will always have Paris.
