Year of the Slut: 26 & 27

I feel like I must explain myself before I delve into this particular memory. The thing about lesbianism & I is pretty much a case of extreme self adulation. I love my body so much so that when I see it replicated in another beings form I automatically love whatever that form is. So of course I would be attracted to women. It's a very shallow ordeal for me though. I'm not particularly interested in the mental task of involving myself in a long term lesbian relationship.

I love dick too much & there would be too many technicalities in the emotional side of things. It just doesn't seem like something I would enjoy. I have enough trouble with heterosexual relationships in the first place. A homosexual one is simply implausible.

So as I've said, my attraction is purely sexual. I love the female form because I see the power in my own. I'm actually envious of all who get to perceive me in the moment so of course the opportunity to do what they do to me to another, to see a body like my own in that light, would excite the very fuck out of me.

I've had a few lesbian trysts here & there over the years. The most major before this particular incident was in blessed Lagos. In a bathroom.

She was gorgeous from what I remember. I had downed a couple of bottles of Nuvo but was still holding my own on the dance floor. Or should I say on the bars of the cage of that particular V.I.P. Section? The tables too & that bar.

She saw me & pulled my face to hers immediately.

“You're so beautiful. I want to kiss you.”

Without a thought I kissed her. Not because her visuals enthralled me in any way, but because it was a generally attractive female with a banging ass body who just opened the door to another realm of interesting social experiments.

Just give me the green light.

After she got over her shock I was pulled directly to the nearest bathroom & interviewed.

“Do you like me?”

Her eyes were glossy & there was a sort of insecurity shining through that question I'm sure she was attempting to poise seductively. But you know me, Sentence Soul Reader, can't ever get an unbalanced female past me.

I lied with ease. I didn't even think about it really. I suppose that's how men think when in the moment of “I think I'm going to get what I want, just keep saying yes.”.

All of a sudden my life was turning in a real time version of all those lesbian porns I had spent a great deal of my high school virgin career studying. I wanted what I wanted & truth was not going to get in my way.

“Do you want me?”

She came closer. I lied once more, eager as the most beautiful of beavers. Suddenly she was on her knees, lifting up my dress, pulling my panties to the left & enjoying a midnight snack.

I leaned my head back with a smile & looked at the mirrored ceiling, smiling at her energized head of Brazilian weave.

But this story isn't about her.

This story is about a new her. A her I actually, in reality, aren't at all attracted to. A her whose personality made the idea of fucking her so damn enjoyable simply because of the opportunity to finally put her hypocritical ass in it's fucking place.

All I wanted to do was beat her ego into a filthy pulp.

& when the opportunity was provided & the once prim & proper “No, but you're actually clinically insane Frankey” never broken a damn rule in her life bank manager was suddenly begging me for mercy as I made her squirm like a desperate little whore.

Her breasts were phenomenal though. Large but perky. I find that the problem with large breasts & my general revulsion to them is because I've seen too many saggy areola monster ass breasts in my day. Large but perky is simply an ideal experience & they were so soft!

Breasts are undeniably wonderful.

But I still wished she had an ass...

It's funny how it started though, for future reference? Know if your personality will clash with any person partaking in a possible orgy. If yes? Make sure you don't have a conversation with them beforehand, because you will carry your emotions into the sex.

& sometimes that isn't healthy for all parties.

Needless to say. I hurt a bitch & she loved it.

Her case is an interesting one though. She's so clearly adverse to my entire way of life but was utter putty in my hands once our clothes were off.

Normal people are whores.

There was no intro to the threesome, he kissed me, he kissed her, I kissed her.

Then I forgot about him & he forgot about me.

& it was all about her.

I don't remember much, because his part in it disinterests me over all. What is there I haven't seen?

I remember what I enjoy. Everything else gets laid to waste.

So what did I enjoy you ask?

Her. There wasn't much to taste & because of my familiarity with her equipment I already knew what to do, where to lick, where to stick, what to squeeze, what to bite. It was a piece of cake.
& it was new. Brand new. The power I had over her gave me an adrenaline rush for a few hours, but it fades like it usually does with the ones not worth emotional investment. The energy is cheap.

I really wished she had an ass. Maybe the memory of conquering her would do more stimulation wise.

I'm looking for ass. I'm not particularly interested in breasts you know? Because I don't have breasts. & my interest in women? Reflects my interest in myself.

I'm revoltingly un-attracted to all of my best friends because they're nothing like me. Friend zone all the fucking way.

I'm bored with the other third of that threesome though. I've begun to choose responsibility I could post pone over free fairly enjoyable dick.

That's always a bad sign.

I think I'm just ready for someone who loves me.

I'm remembering too much Mecca.

#10's got me all dizzy.
3000+ miles apart.
& BBM never fails to remind me of exactly what I'm missing.

So in the mean time let me indulge in a new addiction to take my attention off of that well of painful nostalgia.

This shit is girls only b.