Well, in my last post I promised to talk a bit about sex. This I shall do. If you read my profile you have probably figured out by now that I am a lesbian. Before you jump into a stereotype frenzy, I need to lay down a few ground rules. First, I do not hate men. I find them rather fun to be with, some are witty, some are lame, some are friendly, and some are not. You know, they are people, just like you and me, and in general I like people. If you ask me if I am sexually attracted to them; then the answer is no. Have I ever been attracted? No. I knew I liked girls even when I was a pretty small girl. It has always been there, even when I did not understand what it was. More about this later.

Have I ever had sex with a male, or “am I a virgin?” Yes and No. I have had sex with men twice and no, I am not a virgin. I started doing my thing with girls when I was thirteen years old; kissing, hugging, lusting and such. This of course escalated over the years until the real thing happened when I was 16, but alas, more about that later also. Cutting to the chase, I will tell you that I first had sex with a guy my first year in college. It was pure peer pressure and I wanted to see just what the hell the other girls were talking about. I picked a guy, a nice guy, or so I thought, and decided he would be the one, and I would let him do his thing. Well he did. Grunt, grunt, hump, hump, on and on and on for about 17 seconds. Wham, no more virgin. It was the most God awful, horrid thing (well almost) that I have ever done. We were in the front seat of his mom’s big old care. I remember it had crushed velvet on the seats. After the 17 seconds, he got off me, I sat up and moved over and he went ape shit on me. It seems like “ I” had stained the seat of his mom’s car. He actually had me get out and stand beside the car while he scrubbed the seat with an old towel and water, bitching all the time. I was mortified I tell you.

I put on the white panties I had worn special for the night but found I was still bleeding pretty badly as the crotch was pretty well soaked with a mixture of blood, mucus and his stuff. Now I am a very bad person, I know this. I make no excuses for that fact. I am me. Well, I can tell you that I was not only mortified, but I was also pretty pissed off. I knew that his mom took the car to work each morning and that, he being a local boy, had just borrowed it to impress me. Anyway, I went around to the driver’s side of the car, pulled down the sun visor on the driver’s side, and stuffed my blood stained panties under it and put it back up. I then had him drive me back to the dorm. I can only hope that they fell into mom’s lap the next morning.

Thank God I was not pregnant. That was the first and the last time I have had a penis shoved into my vagina. It, hopefully, will be the last. I had absolutely no sexual feelings what so ever. I might as well have kissing and fucking a milk carton (I dislike milk). It was nasty, humiliating, and did absolutely nothing for me. Never again!

Okay, there was one other time that I had sex with a guy. I actually performed oral sex on him and it went as bad as the time I lost my virginity, but more about that later.

WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE? YUMMY, OF COURSE!

September 28, 2008 – Somewhere east of where you are right this very moment! I get emails all the time from various individual who read my reviews on Amazon.com. Some of these are from guys, most are from women. That is how it should be, in my little world. Anyway, one of the most frequently asked questions is “what do you really look like” and “can you forward some pictures.” Well, to the second question, NO. There is no way I am going to send my picture to an unknown person of unknown motives and unknown origin.

As to the first question: What do I really look like? Take a look at the picture on my profile. There is an interesting story behind this picture. I have a large portrait of my great-grandmother in our dinning room. This portrait was made around 1912. Now, the picture I have posted here is of a girl, printed on a post card, from Belgium, during WWI. The girl on the card is almost an exact twin to my great-grandmother. Now what is even stranger, I suppose, is that I am almost identical to my great-grandmother. In other words, if you see the girl on the card, then you are seeing me. The card, by the way, was found on-line by a friend of mine and she freaked out when she found it. Neat, huh!

Now, in addition to the picture, I am five feet and eight inches tall and weigh 130 pounds. I work out at the gym, run and play sports on a daily basis and it shows. I hate to brag, but I look absolutely great, either in clothing our out. I eat well, love food, but insist on healthy foods, unless, of course, I am on one of my never to be forgotten junk food binges. I am quite happy with me and have not had “body loathing issues” since I was a young teen. To be honest, I would not have those issues if I weighed 400 pounds and stood four foot nine. I like me, and in fact, love me. By the way, I am around 33 years old but have to admit I look much younger. Yes, I do have a very big ego and yes, I am pretty set on myself.

Now you know what I look like. I receive other questions, many of them. After the “what do you look like” questions, the second is about sex. Sex will be my next entry.

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