Hey All
I have been so busy lately, I haven't had time to go out and make new "friends", except maybe
Jezebel from Damn Jezebel, who has a great website that you should visit.
With pics like these, Jez is gonna to be the MOST famous female blogger in no time flat.
This is actually a discussion on something that happened to me in college.
This is not to brag, I actually did get a lesbian to have sex with me, with what appeared to be positive results, she has thus become Bisexual, or perhaps she was bi beforehand and only said she was lesbian.
I don't believe in heterosexuality, I don't think it exists naturally. That is, our preference is determined by two things: Genetic need to procreate, and Psyhological representation of archtypal models of love or desire.
The latter can overide the former, which cause extreme sexual preference, I.E. only women, or only men.
Most men are actually bisexual, and so are most women, however their archetypal models of the desireable pinnacle are strictly set do to social proof and situational programming.
As with all generalisations, there are a few exceptions.
Melanie:
Melanie was a woman that I met, fell into lust with, had sex with, make a deep seeded bond, broke that bond, and then never saw her again, all in one day.
We hit it off from the start, we were both somewhat anti-social (This was during my pseudo-bohemian starving artist days in college, I got over that real quick).
Our personalities meshed very well on the philosophical and sexual level, we were both very libertin, very out going etc, unfortunately, as I would later find out, Politics really does ruin everything, it was this that broke any possibility for a relationship.
We met at the copy machine of the college, I came over to help her fix the blasted thing, to no avail, and we started talking. We were so alike in everything, and very very bold that the conversation turned to sexuality very quickly. Not because of me, but because of her.
She was rather surprised to find out that I am bisexual, which in my small town was a rarity in and of itself, but to be open about it was practically verboten.
Soon we wound up at the local porn store, how we got there is strange. She said that she was looking for really good lesbian porn, and I offhandedly mentioned a local store with a wide selection, suddenly we were there, it's all very strange in hindsight, but at the time, heh, seemed completely normal.
After purchasing a lurid title that escapes me, something about women with strap-ons, we went back to her place and decided to watch it.
ohh, I should stop and give you a description of Melanie, so that you can picture this scene more adequately. A bi guy and a lesbian girl sitting on her bed drinking miller light and watching a blond with enormous tits fuck a redhead is strange enough, but to top it all off, Melanie was about as fit for sex as any woman I have met since. Imagine
Lizzy Borden's mind in the body of
Geena Davis, oh so beautiful, with a hardbody to match. The woman was so fly :) Lucky me.
Anyway, so there we are on her bed, watching porn, and all of the sudden I say to her:
"What would it take for you to let me eat you out?" (Remember, this was a question completely in line with the discussion.)
Her response was so classic that it bares repeating: "Right now? Not much." and she started to unbutton her pants.
Inside I was floored, as this woman was, well, what we normally consider untouchable, a beautiful lesbian, I shit you not!
So on the inside, I am like phreaking out at my luck, and trying to keep a cool exterior, how successful I was I don't really know, all I can say is the whole thing fast-forwarded to me halfway off the bed using a giant pink dildo on her ass and making like Beethoven on her netherworld. The dog, not the composer.
So all this is fine and good, and our freak session lasted about 2 hours(This woman too forever to cum the first time, my fault? Perhaps, I think my technique has improved, however she may have just had stamina). Once she popped, she couldn't stop, so there was no doubt when she got there, as I had to remove my shirt, she exploded, not the squirting type per se, but her legs were over my shoulders and when she went, her legs spasmed out, then curled in her pubic bone smacked my chin up and then she came down, considering the position, this was bound to happen, and all the juice and saliva that had been spread around for the last 30 minutes were added to by her wet orgasm, and then promptly transferred to my dark red shirt. I smelled strongly of sex and candy, so no way was I going to run into my mom on the way into the house with stank on my shirt.
After that, we decided to have a chat, and thats where things went south. Now that we had done the deed, we decided to branch out and talk about other things, Politics came up, and like an idiot I told her how I actually felt.
I have since learned my lesson to try to avoid as often as possible discussing anything political with anyone but myself.
Not that I don't recommend you talk politics, I am, kinda an Anarchist, but not in the "Yay! Amarchy in the U.K." or NOFX type crap, though they have good music.
I am a Cosmological Anarchist, which means I favor chaotic creations insted of ordered entropy, or hierarchical self serving systems, like governments etc.
So, obviously my ideas didn't mesh with hers.
After we were done, we parted ways on the least friendly terms that I have ever parted ways with someone in my life. I have made some enemies, but I don't think anyone hated me quite like Melanie did...
Maybe there was more to it than that, I am certain of it actually, I will never know, and am actually not too interested.
/javi
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