My Lesbian Life Part 1
It is quite embarrassing to make the following statement. I have reworded it in my mind a thousand times but it still comes out somewhat vulgar. Simply put, I like, no... I love the taste of pussy. I don't know if I am some kind of lesbian whore or just an addict but a woman's juices drive me mad.
This is no joke, I can actually smell a woman's excitement if she gets the least bit stimulated. Like a fine scent from Paris. I can detect the subtlest of eroticism in a woman. I don't want to sound like some sort of pervert; I don't act on my emotions unless there is a connection there. It's just that I guess I am hyper aware and find myself intrigued by the allure of tasting a woman that is even slightly aroused.
Some women get excited and emotional over the smell of chocolate, others over the woman's hair, or clothing. Some get emotional attached to a smart woman or an over achiever.
I am embarrassed to say I get excited by one solitary stimulus, the appeal of a woman's base reactions. The knowledge that she is getting turned on, is almost more than I can handle.
I have discussed this with many girlfriends over the years, seeking advice or conformation that they too feel similar emotions and desires. Most just blow me off and explain how they are drawn to certain physical traits, which get them going. None believe that I am so perceptive of emotional excitement in a sexual manner.
This is starting to sound clinical, yet that is not my intention. I went so far as to go to therapy and my shrink got excited by the concept, but tried to remain professional. Until I told her I could tell she was getting aroused. She blew me off, under the guise of patient client relations. Still I know she was helpless from the desire to know if I was real or not. She advised me to try another therapist, stating she could see no way to help me further.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not complaining, in fact my talent has served me quite well. I just wonder why more women do not have this ability. Perhaps I am a pussy savant. All I know is it is somewhat lonely in life not being able to discuss this anyone.
Perhaps an example is in order. I was wandering through one of the finer department stores and stopped at the scent counter. Like most of us I tried out several scents and the clerk, a young blonde with a European bangs haircut became aroused. We had tried several scents and she would hold my arm and sniff my wrist to influence my decision. I gave her a once over and decided she was a very suitable and compatible young woman who emitted the allure I love so much.
I proceeded to ask her out for a glass of wine after work and she graciously accepted. While sipping wine in a nearby bistro, I slipped my hand under the table cloth and ran it ever so slowly up her leg.
She actually shivered and got goose flesh on her arms as I did. My fingers were met with a very moist pussy and I could smell the arousal. I made her suffer through a second glass of wine while I silently tortured her under the table cloth. She was so alluring, I had to have her. I could tell from her arousal that she would be a welcome recipient of my oral pleasures. And She was...O h my was she ever.
If there is one thing I adore more than oral sex with a woman it is the moment they climax. It is such a wonderful feeling when a woman's body tenses up and she bucks and moans in pleasure. I frequently have a contact orgasm to quote the hippy movement. It is beyond romantic, it is spiritual.
My closer girlfriends like to tease me and call my alleged talent a super hero talent. Like Wonder Woman with her rope or Bat woman with her powers they think I could use my talents for solving the world's problems somehow. I assure them that my rewards are strictly carnal and not meant to cure the ills of the world. Of course they are teasing me because not one of them believes I have this power.
Okay, let me try and let you in on the beginning of my ability. I was a good Catholic girl in a parochial school down south. We were watched and chaperoned to within an inch of our lives. Young women and I suppose men as well are very creative at finding time and ways of miss-behaving. Some of my roommates cooked up a batch of Welch's grape wine. They took some juice and added yeast and came out with a sweet digestible alcohol that was perfect for high school girls.
We all met in the communal bathroom to imbibe. Mary Catherine, a very attractive junior, began getting intoxicated and seemed to gravitate toward me. We ended up being the last participants in the wine drinking as all the others fell out into bed. Unexpectedly, Mary Catherine planted a wet kiss on my lips. I was too loose to even think about the implications, her kiss and tongue were delightful. Before long we were in the throws of passion, kissing with abandon and exploring each others young bodies.
I have to admit that most of the night was a blur, however after Mary Catherine went down on me, I felt I needed to reciprocate. One kiss and lick of her private place made me a junkie like any crack whore on the streets. the taste of a young pussy was so exciting and all encompassing, that I think to this day I should nominate Mary Catherine for lesbian of the year.
In however many minutes we engaged in lesbian sex, I knew I would never want for more. That single taste of womanly fluids when she came, sold me on the femme mystique.
Mary Catherine disavowed any knowledge of our previous nights encounter, but right then I could smell her excitement whenever in my presence. We never spoke of it again but inside I knew she held a deep sexual desire for me and women in general.