She struts down the hall, there’s no other way to describe her. The straight girl who thinks she’s hot. I see how she watches me out of the corner of her eye. I’ve heard about her questions to the other lesbians in my circle. She knows she looks and acts like a dyke, I think it bothers her that she can talk the talk, but not walk the walk. Let me help you with your first step darling.
I’d love to whisper sweet and naughty nothings in your straight little ear. I’d like nothing better than to push you down and yum all over that repressed little body of yours, make you breath the breath of drunken passion, moan the moan of surrender. Oh how I’d love to caress your face tenderly on my way down to your nipples. I’d love to kiss your lips hard then bite your neck.
Here woman, let me help you along. Let me show you the way. Let me hold you like you’ve never been held by a man. Let me look so deeply into your eyes that you look away because it feels like I’m looking into your raw soul. Let me stroke your tummy on my way to your thighs … I want to hear your sighs. I want to hear the softness of your voice as you let out that cry of passion. I want to feel your heat, see you move your body with the need to be touched there in that magical, moist spot. I want to taste you and breathe you into me and never let you go. I want to drink you in and carry you with me wherever I go. I want to penetrate you just when you think you can’t take another moment and thrust my fingers into you with force and the certainty that I will make you explode both physically and emotionally. I will hold you while you rest and have my face next to yours as your breathing becomes normal and then you sleep …
The next time you strut down the hall ... you’ll no longer have that feeling that something is missing. That you haven’t quite gotten to where you need to be. You will know then, down in your soul that you have been there. You have seen that place that so many women never seen and you are a new person because of it.
