("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Coins: Cheryl: Two Times by H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com) *** A confirmed lesbian's point of view, how she switched from men to women and never looked back. (FFF, toys, 1st-lesbian-expr, alcohol) *** I really enjoy walking through the mall on a Friday night. Why? I like seeing the growing wolf cubs practice their time honored craft. I laugh as they watch me walk by, judging me like I'm a side of beef. A few have even tried their lines. None have worked, and none ever will. I am a lesbian. I'm also black. I remember clearly the first time I had sex. It was not exactly what I had expected it to be, but it was not a disappointment. He was a skilled lover, and I really liked it. Yet I felt that something was not quite right. Oh, I liked the feel of his thickness as it soothed the itch between my thighs with its constant in and out technique, but I just knew that this was not all I wanted from sex. The night I slept with a woman, was when I knew what I wanted. I Don't know what it was. Maybe it was her soft skin that I was missing. Perhaps it was the gentle way her tongue played with my clit. I don't know, and really don't give it much thought now. All I know is that I would rather have sex with a woman that with a man. Although I will say one thing for men: they know how to fuck. I wore a strap on dildo for the first time just yesterday. I don't remember her name; too much alcohol will do that. It happened at a party that a good friend of mine decided to throw. I wandered up to the bathroom, Luck was with me; no one was in line. I entered and let fly about three beers when I heard the soft moaning coming from the room next door. When I had finished, I decided to peek in, hoping to catch a glimpse of some wannabe stud fucking some boozed up party chick. Guess I got disappointed. The boozed up chick was there, but she was being fucked by a woman wearing a black strap on which held an equally black latex dildo. I remember asking them If I could join in, and knew right away that I would not be rejected. Both of them were white, and I'm fairly certain that they have dreamt of sleeping with a black woman. The one with the strap on pulled the dildo from her partner and walked over to me. I entered the room and took hold of the dildo. It was cold, unlike the thick warmth of my first lover's manhood. The next thing I remember is the tangy taste of a blonde bush on my lips, and the constant thunder as I was fucked by my first strap on. I remember thinking how wonderful it felt, and how decidedly spicy the blonde tasted. I tried to give as good as I got, not wanting them to feel left out of the action. I came hard, and often. When it became my turn to try the strap on, I took a moment to look at myself. I like to think that I'm an attractive woman. 5'8" tall, with a body by workouts-are-us. Watching that latex dildo bounce from my crotch was... obscene. And very thrilling. The first to feel it was the woman who wore it first. I had to get used to having something bounce from down there, and I'm sure it wasn't the best for her. But I enjoyed it, and gained an appreciation for what men have to go through. Ok... so I don't know what it feels like to "blow a load," but I did have the satisfaction of having my clit thumped and scratched with every thrust. It wasn't enough to bring about an orgasm, but it kept me horny as hell. When I moved to the blonde, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her brunette. That's when she kindly said that I was "in the wrong hole. Now I know the difference between a sex soaked love nest and an asshole, but checked anyway. The dildo was firmly within her nest. I blame the alcohol for my lack of immediate understanding. When I finally got the meaning, I was not too sure of myself. That didn't stop me from granting her request. I remember taking care, and wondering what a man would feel. The other woman decided to help me along by sliding her tongue up my own asshole as I pillaged her partner. I don't remember too much after that. it all gets muddles is the haze of too much beer and one thundering orgasm after another. My only regret was the beer. I would have loved to be able to remember the sheer pleasure of fucking a woman with a strap on. Living in the South has basically confined my search for one to skulking the internet for a reliable supplier of such devices. Yet I can honestly say that I now know that I am truly a lesbian. It's not that I find men unattractive; it's just that I find women more attractive. I like feeling the softness of a woman's body against mine. Their scent is softer, even after they have been sweating for some time. To me, it's just plain more... pleasing. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 69