"About Last Night"

Blog #2

Okay, okay, so I left you hanging but what’s life without a little anticipation? So, let’s see, we left off with super hot Daisy taking my curious little ass home for a night of drunken, naked, amazing, mind blowing full on lesbian sex….or so I thought.

Now the kissing started and it was stellar to say the least. I loved it, I loved everything about it AND her. Soft lips, soft skin, she smelled good, I mean, I couldn’t believe I had been missing out on this shit for so long. All the razor burn, and turbo tongue, and stinky sweaty man kisses now seemed down right wrong to me and almost hilarious that I had been participating in them for so long. Not to mention the fact that they were considered the smooching norm. I mean why anyone would choose to kiss someone with sandpaper for skin over the velvety feel of a woman’s cheek is beyond me.

Anyway, so we’ve established the kissing was good. But Daisy didn’t drag me home to kiss all night…. She wanted it and so did I (?) Wait I thought I did, right, cuz this was it…the moment of truth….no going back now. If I had any objections now would be the time to speak up. I was about to have my very first lesbian experience and while I came here of my own free will, I mean, I practically threw out everyone that had come back to her place after the bar, I had to stop for just a second to make sure I was totally and completely ready to dive in head first (literally as the case may be).

Uh.....Yep!! Fuck it, life is too short right?!? I had this super hot chick throwing herself at me, what did I have to loose?? In fact, I can’t believe I even hesitated…..game on!!

So this was really it. I was here and she was all sexy, and I was up for anything.

There was one teeny tiny problem though….

Truth be told, as absolutely into it as I was, I have to admit, I was scared shittless. What the hell was I supposed to do to this beautiful woman to get her off?? I mean it seems simple enough; just do what YOU like, but the shear intimidation of the task at hand had me sweatin it big time.


I thought it would come naturally, like some how, some way, the Heavens would part and the Universe would strike down upon me the magical lesbian powers I would need to rock this bitch’s world. EEEER!! Wrong. So wrong. So very very wrong.

It was my turn and I all I could think of was “thank god she is wasted and probably wont remember how bad I was in the morning.

And as it turns out, that’s exactly what happened.
We both passed out mid drunk sloppy girl sex…..Thank God!!

It was an excellent first attempt but let’s just say that neither of us would be bragging about the night of amazing sex we had. It would definitely be the ol' "I kind of remember but I'm not exactly sure" rundown when recounting the story the next day to our besties.

And when we woke up in the morning, it wasn’t the beautiful entanglement of two naked women bodies that had been making sweet sweet love all night long. It was the rising of two hungover, head pounding, make up smeared girls who had gotten way to drunk the night before and boned....kind of.

But to my surprise, instead of being awkward as it so commonly is "the morning after”, it was the opposite. Instead of sneaking out, gathered underthings in hand, or that ever so uncomfortable conversation beginning with, "About last night", we laid in bed joking about the night before and reminiscing on all the silly moments. It was easy and fun the way it always is when you hang out with a good friend. All in all, first lesbian sexual experience was a success! I wasn’t sure what it was going to mean for me, but It was only a matter of time before I was to find out.

-Lesbian X