0 comments/ 49896 views/ 4 favorites Richard Thinks I'm a Bitch By: Diane Marie I'm tired! I hate mornings, for that matter I hate evenings to. I hate him! Who? My husband of course….HATE!! HATE!! Why? Because, I'm an irrational, spiteful bitch. BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! If I'm the bitch, why do I hate my husband, it can't be his fault can it? Why can't it be his fault he's alive isn't he. Not that I want him dead, god forbid that, but if he'd never been born, then I could not hate him. Perhaps, if he'd been born a woman, maybe I'd understand him. I don't understand men, men are strange, but then again, I don't even understand myself. "I don't like you Doctor Samuel!" I'd like to tell him, I hate you Doctor Samuel, but I'm afraid of Doctor Samuel, did I tell you I'm afraid of my husband? A wife shouldn't be afraid of her husband, should she? Richard has never done anything to make me afraid of him, actually he's very gentle with me. Why am I afraid of Richard? Why doesn't Richard know I'm afraid of him, sometimes I think he's afraid of me. I know he thinks I'm a bitch. "Why," this is confusing, it's Doctor Samuel asking why. "You ask to many question…..You have no answers!" I hate you most Doctor Samuel because you make me think, I don't want to think, I want to stay in bed all day, sleeping. I hate you Doctor Samuel, you give me what I want. I don't want to need that, but if I tell you that, you may not give it to me. I need it, don't I? "I'll see you again tomorrow, Diane," always tomorrow. Sometimes I wonder if Richard should be spending so much money on Doctor Samuel, sometime I don't care, Doctor Samuel gives me what I want. I hate Doctor Samuel, I'm never going to get better, maybe I'm not sick, maybe it's just Doctor Samuel and of course Richard, my husband. Sometimes I think they're conspiring to drive me insane. Which of course just proves I'm insane, if Richard wanted me out of his life he'd just divorce me, wouldn't he, he can afford it. Sometimes I wish Richard would just divorce me, sometimes I'm afraid Richard is going to divorce me! If Richard divorced me, I'd have money, but Richard has MONEY, I like the having MONEY better then just having money. Did I tell you Richard is gorgeous? Did I tell you I love Richard. I hate Richard. I'm insane, did the Doctor Samual tell you that? Maybe he's just a quake, at the very least he's just a man, you shouldn't listen to him, or maybe you should. I'm confused, is that a sign I'm insane, maybe it's a sign Richard is putting something in my food. More likely it's the pills Doctor Samuel is giving me, maybe Richard put something in my pills. Sometimes I think I'm completely sane, now isn't that just insane, no one I know is completely sane. I wish I had normal friends, maybe normal people are sane. But isn't it insane to work all day 9 to 5 job, then come home and sit in front of the TV. I don't want to be normal, I don't want a normal job. Last year I worked 87 days, I was near exhaustion. When I was young, I'm not young any longer, I'm 28, I used to work more days a year. But isn't 28 young, well it's not in my profession, young is like 18. Most don't even last to 20. Sometimes I feel really old, like 40. "I hate you Tony," I can say this to Tony because I'm not afraid of him. "One minute I'm to hippie, the next I don't have hips, what is it Tony, it can't be both?" I hate Tony mostly because I've gained five pounds, I'm getting hippie. I looked in the mirror after breakfast, I used to be thin, I can't afford not to be thin. I stuck my finger down my throat, god I hate doing that! If I can't get back to 117 lbs, 13% body fat, I'll just die! I hate feeling fat. "Your a damn faggot, Tony, why do you care if I get fat?" I can call Tony a faggot, he's gay, I love Tony, he's my almost best friend. I only get to see Tony two times a year now, just for the spring and fall shows. Tony's the best fashion designer in the U.S., my opinion anyway. "I can quit Tony, I don't need your shit, Richard's rich, I don't need to work. Maybe I should quit, I just don't need any of this. I could eat, eat, eat, get fat, fat, fat. Tony, you really don't think I'm getting fat, do you?" I wonder if Richard would divorce me if I got fat, most likely, if he could, he would. I don't want to be fat, I don't want Richard to divorce me, but sometimes I do. As Tony walked away, Jeanie says, "You look good with hips, Diane. Tony we're suppose to have hips, we're not suppose to look like little boys." Jeanie is another one of my almost best friends, one that I don't see but a few times a year. Jeanie's hot, if I were a man I'd do her, maybe I could anyway, maybe I hate Richard because I'm gay. I wonder if Jeanie is a lesbian or maybe bisexual. Shouldn't I know that, she's my almost best friend? Tony smiles at me, I just love Tony, he'll make me look thin, I so love this, I do need this. I think I'm interested in Jeanie. I wonder if Richard would divorce me if I become a lesbian? Can I be a lesbian and still have a husband? I guess I could become bisexual, but I just hate doing things half ass. I don't think Richard would be upset if I were bisexual, Richard doesn't get upset about sex, Richard says sex is just sex! I like the idea of being a lesbian, no more men. Not that I don't like men, it's just that most men scare me, I'm afraid of men, I guess that goes back to Daddy dearest. I don't want to think about Daddy, enough said about him. Men are sometimes so clueless, I don't think they know I'm afraid of them, I think most think I'm a bitch. Why are men so attracted to me, is it my looks or that I'm a bitch, sometimes I think men like it when your a bitch, if not why do they keep coming back for more? Now if I become a lesbian, I'd need to find someone like Richard, only she'd have to be a woman. Is the fact the she'd have to be a women obvious. I'd asked you what Doctor Samuel said but this isn't a good time. That's a problem, I just don't know many lesbian who are that rich. I do know one, but she's old, at least 50, of course Richard is 53 but that's not the same, now is it. Her husband died, the lesbian's husband that is, I wonder if she was a lesbian before he died. Anyway, she likes butch, a model just can't look butch, well we can, kind of, but only for short periods of time. That butch look isn't in at all this year. Besides, I don't really like women who want to be men, they scare me as much as men do. I'm so confused at times, I'd like to be a lesbian, I might even be somewhat sane if I was in love with a woman, but how can I be a lesbian, I like cocks, big cocks. I wonder if I could be a lesbian,,, if,,, I fell in love with a woman, stayed married to Richard and still fucked men with be cocks. I'd have no problem staying married to Richard and not having sex with him, I do, or should that be don't, that most of the time now anyway. Did I tell you Richard thinks I'm a bitch. Did I tell you I don't fuck Richard often, I guess I just did, when I do it's just a mercy fuck. Richard sucks in bed, I wonder if he always did, I think maybe he did, I don't remember him giving me many orgasms. I'm almost sure Richard thinks I'm a bitch. Did I tell you Richard is gorgeous, I think I did. We do make a striking couple. Sometimes I think men like me because I'd make any of them look good, famous men want to look good. They all want to be seen with women who look like they're models, or movie stars. I'm sure I didn't tell you Richard also has a beautiful body. Did I tell you, he has very little body hair, I just hate hairy men, that is unless they have big cocks, which Richard doesn't. Maybe hating lots of body hair is a sign I'm a lesbian, but then the cock thing is a obstacle to being a lesbian. But I only like big cocks so that rules out most men, that is a good sign, isn't it? Something that's not relevant at all just pooped into my head. Did you know Richard and I tried to get pregnant, isn't that just stupid, I don't mean getting pregnant, I mean when people like myself say their both trying to get pregnant, who's getting pregnant he sure as hell isn't, wouldn't it be nice if the man could get pregnant. Anyway we couldn't, nothing wrong with either of us, we just couldn't. That isn't really true, I did miscarry twice, but I didn't tell Richard, one of the doctors said that may have been because my body fat is so low. If I told Richard he may want me to get fat, then after we had the baby, he'd want to divorce me because I was fat. Beside I don't want to be fat, but sometimes I wish I could be fat. Did I tell you I hate sticking my finger down my throat? I really shouldn't tell you this, it's just further proof I'm insane or at the very least not a good wife, Richard has a very small cock, smallest I've ever seen or felt or kind of not felt, or maybe it's I used to feel it but don't much any more. Not that I really cared about cock size before I met Richard. Not really after I met him either, well not at first, being small was ok with me, THEN. You'd think, being I am a model, I've been a model since the summer of my sixteenth birthday, that I'd have had a lot of men, well that just isn't true. Less then a bakers dozen in all, does less then a bakers dozen sound better then a dozen? That dozen was before I married Richard, not one of them had big a cock. See, that is the trouble with men, most men are just average, I wasn't lucky enough to find one who wasn't just that, always average or less. The other thing you'd think is, that famous men, the ones women droll over, most of my dozen were famous actors or rock stars, the ones women droll over, they'd be hung now wouldn't you. The truth is they're not, just average, and most aren't even good lovers. I dated one Rock Star, we were a real item in the tabloids, I'm not about to mention his name, I have enough trouble without a law suit, was suppose to be so great at giving oral, he was always sticking his tongue out on stage. He did have a big tongue, but what the fuck does that have to do with anything? He couldn't even get me off, and by the way, what you see on stage isn't him, most likely a sock, he was almost as small as Richard. I did hint that Richard was the reason I now like big cock didn't I. But to be truly honest, I have to include my sister in that also. Speaking about my sister, I used to just hate her, she was the gorgeous one in the family. Jane, we'll call her that, although that isn't really her name, is 3 years older then I am. Growing up I was always so skinny, not that it matters when your really little, but it matters when you first become attracted to boys. My sister was always perfectly proportioned. We're both pretty, and we both have blonde hair, although mine is a whitish blonde and thicker. My facial feature are more refined then my sister's, high cheek bones, sharp but small nose, small mouth with very full lips, perfect white teeth, easiest way to describe my looks is as that of a cover girl, which, of course, I am. I think of my sister's beauty as that of the dumb blonde. I hope you don't take that wrong, although she is somewhat dumb at times, that dumb blonde look is sexy and turns men on. Her body also fits the dumb blonde image, great shape, big boobs, "D" cup, a little short by my standards, 5' 5". My jealousy started mainly before my big transformation, by my fourteenth birthday I was already 5' 10", but I looked like a boy, well body wise anyway. In my eyes, my sister had the prefect body, I suppose because so many boys paid attention to her, none paid attention to me. Jane really is a nice person, I was just so jealous, you know of the boy thing. That changed during my sophomore year of high school, instead of growing up, I stopped growing up and grew out. I all of a sudden I had a body, now I don't have big boobs but that works to my advantage with the boys, then, men now, I can wear T's, without my bra, guys just love that. As a matter of fact I hardly ever wear a bra. Never at work, the designers want that natural look, in other words they want to see some nipple. If what they've designed is see though they want the whole world to know it's see threw. Of course they could get that effect if we worn bras, but that would kind of destroy the whole idea of see threw, now wouldn't it. I could wear a bra if I worked for Victoria, but you have to have hips and boobs to work for Victoria, they want real women, well kind of real but surely not average, maybe that's what I'll do if I gain weight. I'd then have the hips and I can always buy the boobs. Yuck, I wonder if I'd need a bra with store bought boobs, I hate bras, that is the trouble with big boobs, if you run around without a bra your going to sag, of course eventually we'll all sag, well not all of us, I can afford to make sure I don't sag. Thank god for surgeons! I guess that's when I forgave my sister, I was talking about my sister wasn't I, or was that boobs, or maybe my sister's boobs. I meant I forgave her when boys started to become attracted to me, well it really wasn't boys for long, as soon as I became a model it was men. Of course that isn't how she influenced me. Jane is smart in a dumb blonde kind of way, she found her man, a lawyer, when she was nineteen. Got married to him, had three children, all boys, bang, bang, bang. Got fat, well not really fat but pregnant fat, why don't men understand that, which caused her husband to lose interest in their sex life. Jane loves sex!! That gave her the motivation to get back in shape, which of course, being she has such a great body, caused men to again pay attention to her, which ended up causing her to have an affair. It so happened that the man she had an affair with had a big cock, she loved it, not just the big cock but also the excitement of having an affair. I suppose you could say she was already addicted to sex, if wanting it a lot is addicted, but now, she was also addicted to having sex with men who had big dicks, whom she happened not to married to. I only say this because her husband isn't really bad in the penis department either, 7" but Jane says that isn't really big and she say he's definitely not thick enough. I wouldn't know that because, for one I've never done her husband, for two she's my sister and my best friend, I wouldn't do that to my sister. Why is it that I love my sister more then my husband, sometimes I don't love him at all, sometimes I hate him. Does this bring us back to Doctor Samuel? Naturally if your only having an affair, not being in love, your going to grow tired of the guy, it's hard enough not to grow tired of a man you love. Did I tell you I love Richard, I hate him too. Anyway Jane grew tired of the guy she was fucking on the side, found someone else. I'm sure you know he also was well endowed. After a while Jane had a pretty good stable of men with big cocks, she'd move between them as her fancy suited her. Doesn't that sound really kewl, a stable of men, kind of like a stable full of race horses. That just made me think of that term hung like a horse, now come on men, that's way to big. I wonder what Doctor Samuel is doing right now? Being we're close, actually she is my best friend, not almost, I knew all of this. I also knew how much better Jane thought it was having intercourse, fucking, I'm only saying fucking because if your a man reading this I don't want you to be confused, with a man who had a big cock. I can't say that made me look for men with big cocks, because it didn't. I dated more to further my career then to fuck, I guess I'd be remiss if I didn't mention dating men, who were famous and had money, but I also hoped I'd have that experience. That experience, referring to a big cock. As far as marrying a man, I didn't care the least bit about the size of his penis, as long as he was famous and had a big pocket book. Did I mention that hopefully I'd love him, I did love Richard or was it the idea of Richard, rich and famous. I really believe in being honest, so after I married Richard, I eventually told him about Jane's affairs and her hang up with big cock. At least I thought it may have been a hang up at the time, ok did I tell you sometimes I can be a dumb blonde also! Now I don't believe in total honesty, I didn't tell him, him being Richard, I wished I could have found out before we got married. It had to be before, because I intended to be a faithful wife. Ok to be honest, I hoped to be faithful, I was admittedly curious about having sex with a big cock. I'd be remise, if I didn't mention that the big cock would have to come with a man attached. So I guess what I'm saying is that if I met a big cock, man attached, and I liked it/him, I could end up being unfaithful. See I do believe in honesty or I wouldn't have told you that, but not complete honesty because I didn't tell Richard that. Do you think Doctor Samuel is right about me? Richard's reaction to my telling him about Jane was a total shock, at least for me, it turned him on. He liked the idea of Jane being a cheat. He was also overly curious about her liking men with big cocks. Over time he became turned on not only by Jane, but by thinking about me cheating, cheating with men who had big cocks to be exact, although in my mind it wouldn't be cheating if he knew I was with other men. Cheating was just something I didn't want to do, but then again if Richard knew, I wouldn't be cheating. Of course, Richard became obsessed with this idea of me fucking men with big cocks. I hated this obsession, isn't that natural. Again, I'll admit I wanted a big cock, man attached, maybe even more so then before. I wasn't obsessed with the idea, but overly curious, maybe I should have been obsessed, maybe all women should be, but like I said sometimes I have my blonde moments and I wasn't sure it would be that much better. Again enter my sister, Richard and I went for a visit. Anyway one day we went to a park, now this wasn't a city park, it's was out in the country, although they live in Iowa so nothing is far from the country. I don't know why I had to tell you it was in the country, that really isn't important, maybe Doctor Samuel is right. Do you think Doctor Samuel is right? While the men were playing baseball with my sister's boys, two guys drove by on their motor cycles. Did I tell you I like riding motor cycles, I guess I couldn't have, this is the first time I talked about motor cycles, well anyway I do. But the truth is the motor cycles aren't really important to this story, they could have come in a car. Damn it I lost my place now where was I. See maybe the good Doctor is right! Right away they noticed Jane, you know the two guys I was talking about, the ones on the motor cycle, who could have just as well been in a car, so they stopped. As you might suspect, these were both men Jane had had affairs with, something she pointed out to me as soon as they started walking towards the picnic table we were sitting at. Not only that she'd had an affair with both but that they were roommates, and she had an affair with both at the same time. Jane joked, "The only thing better then a big cock is two of them." I didn't tell you they both had big cocks did I, maybe I just assumed you'd figure that out on your own. I could drag this out, but I won't, after a brief conversation, Jane told her husband she was going for a ride on one of the guy's motor cycle. I expected it to be a short ride, but it wasn't, Jane was gone well over an hour. When she did return, she had this just fucked look on her face. By this time Richard had joined myself and the other guy at the picnic table, while Jane's husband was pushing his boys on a nearby swing. I want to point out here that although Jane's husband is a lawyer, he's dumber then any dumb blonde I know. Any one within a mile would have know Jane had just fucked this guy. She wasn't even trying to hide it, she was even holding his hand as they walked to us. Dumb as a box of rocks fits, why do so many men fit that? That's not even a stereotype like the dumb blonde thing is. I wonder if there is a stereotype for an insane blonde, which I may or may not fit, you'll have to ask Doctor Samuel. Richard Thinks I'm a Bitch As you may have figured out, this turned Richard on. I'm sure what happened next had a lot to do with my knowing Richard was turned on. Which of course made me remember how much I hated his obsession. Maybe this just proves Doctor Samuel is right, what women in her right mind would care if her husband let her fuck around on him, so what if it has to be men with big cocks. It just makes sense, if your going to fuck some guy for purely pleasurable reasons why pick a man with an average or less cock. Anyway the other guy, Jake, had asked me several times if I wanted to take a ride on his bike, each time I had said no. This time when he asked Richard said, "Why don't you go Diane, it could be fun for you." If you think my reaction was, my husband just told me to fuck this guy, so I'm going to, your wrong. I was pissed, so pissed I figured I'd go, then come back in a few minutes, just to see the disappointed look on Richard's face. That isn't what happened, I got on the bike behind Jake, put my arms around his waist pulling myself really tight to him. I didn't intend to get turned on, maybe it was sitting so close while I felt the vibration of the bike under me, maybe the motor cycles are important to this story, maybe I like riding motor cycle because of the vibration, kind of like a big sex toy. I'm not so sure Doctor Samuel doesn't have a point. But shortly after we left I could feel myself getting wet, along with feeling other things, I'm only telling you I got wet because it's the easiest way I know of to tell you I was really turned on. Then Jake took my hand and put it on his crotch. I was lost, I'd never felt anything so large in my life, well penis wish anyway. Here I was holding this very fuckable big cock, attached to this very fuckable guy, what did you expect would happen? Oh by the way that's not a question, I know there is some literary name for that form of a sentence, you know one that ask a question but is really a statement. Oh, maybe I need to visit Doctor Samuel. I don't know what really got into me, other then wanting Jake's cock in me, but when Jake pulled up in front of Jane's house, I led him to the bedroom Richard and I shared. I have to say Jake was a better lover then any movie or rock star I'd know, he was superb at giving me oral sex. Before we even started to have intercourse he'd given me several orgasms. Several doesn't really mean seven, it was more like three. Damn it, I'm in a hurry, don't ask Doctor Samuel right now, please. The truth is I hadn't completely thought this out. When he actually moved on top of me, yes missionary, you know guys that's when your on top, I started to get a little apprehensive. Until that point I hadn't really thought about how really big this thing was, but when I reached down to guide him in, which I did because I really loved holding it, I thought, oh my god is this fucking thing ever big. Maybe this isn't going to be so wonderful, how in the hell is this going to ever fit in my vagina. I was about to tell him you aren't sticking that thing inside of me, when he started to penetrate me. Every damn muscle in my body tensed at that. I turned my head away from him, which just happened to bring the clock with it's red neon numbers into my view, which were 1:03. Tensing up is not the best thing to happen when your about to be impaled by the biggest penis you've ever seen, or touched, or sucked, now is it. In an instance it flashed thought my mind about how my jaw was sore from how much I'd had to open my mouth just to give him oral. This might very well hurt even more, I was thinking. That was, of course, a stupid thought, we're made to adapt, we can have babies can't we. About the time I was thinking of screaming, my pleasure center took over, I'd never felt so stretched in my life, and in short order never so full. Along with these feeling of being stretched and full, was this feeling that every nerve in my vagina was being stimulated. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh god this feels so fucking good." That about sums it up, and that was pretty much the first words out of my mouth. To top this off, it didn't just feel so fucking great, I could feel myself building to an orgasm, something I'd never had during intercourse. "Oh god. Oh yes faster, harder. Oh god yes, fuck me harder." Of course as the orgasm over took me I wasn't making intelligent noises just moaning and screaming. As I came down from my first vaginal orgasms ever, "Oh god yes. Oh yes, fuck me long and slow. Oh god, Oh my god this feel sooooooooooooooooo. Oh yes HARDER, HARDER." You'd have to add in a lot of moaning and screaming, which if I kept on about, would I think make for rather boring reading. I do remember, at some point again glancing at the clock, it said 1:27. A funny thought crossed my mind as I realized how long we'd been fucking. Long is an understatement, I had no idea men could fuck this long, 10, 15 minute tops, most of the men I'd been with weren't near that top. I was wondering if condoms were made to hold up this long. Oh and by the way he lasted at least 10 minutes longer, I'm not totally sure how much longer, damn it, I should have looked at the clock. Who's Doctor Samuel? After we finished the 2nd time, oh by the way the 2nd time, I started on top, then doggie and we finished missionary, if we hadn't been gone well over two hours I'm sure we would have done it 3rd. I did get Jake off one more time, I did it orally, I just felt the need to do that, he'd given so much to me, I've never done that before, I'm not sure it was the taste of his sperm I liked but I sure love that cock, so I did love his seed too. I wonder if semen can make you fat, I intend to have lots of that, a daily snack would be nice. I'm not going to put my finger down my throat, so I guess I'll have to after my next meal, I hate doing that! I might add here that that night I went to his apartment, Jane is right the only thing better then a big cock is two. I would advice that if it's your first time with two very well endowed men, you go a little slow, I was so sore, my legs hurt, my butt hurt, my stomach hurt, even my toes and feet hurt, not to mention how sore my vagina was. My clit was so swollen and sensitive that the next day I wore sweats without any panties, I tried wearing jeans but I'd just about cum from the slightest touch. One other thing, I guess I'll be sticking my finger down my throat for a few more meals, like I said I hate doing that. When we arrived back at the park Richard had this big smile on his face. I'm sure I had this just fucked look on my face, maybe even a best fucked ever look on my face. Perhaps I was also walking a little funny, I wasn't really sore but I sure felt well fucked. The thing is, in a way I was relieved that he was smiling, I wasn't about to give up big cock, but I was also disappointed. I'd rather be living Jane's life, have all the big cock I could but be married to a dumb ass, one whom I loved, she does, but didn't have a clue. Did I tell you I love my husband, well I lied but I do love his MONEY. Maybe that's not really a lie, maybe there was a time I loved him, who knows. Did I tell you I'm addicted to sex now, well at least sex with men who have big cocks. Did I tell you I'd rather be a lesbian. Oh by the way did I tell you Doctor Samuel has a big cock, we don't talk much any more, we never really did, I did the talking. Beside do you really think you could spend one solid hour everyday talking to a man without doing most of the talking. What could you talk to a man about everyday, aren't men right brained or something, I wonder if that means half of a brain? I did tell you I'm interested in Jeanie, didn't I, oh by the way she's a lesbian, she assures me I am also, just one who likes big cocks, but that's not about love is it. Kind of funny when you think about it, a big cock loving lesbian!!!! Did I tell you I'm happy, my hubby has lots of money. I don't have to fuck his small cocky, he can't divorce me. He no longer thinks I'm a bitch, he knows it. If Richard divorced me, I'd have to tell the tabloids about our sex life, his tiny weenie penis. I wonder what the tabloids would make out of knowing Richard likes big cocks. You do see my point don't you, Richard is stuck. Maybe I'm not so insane thinking he's trying to drive me insane!!! Isn't this a awful thought, maybe he is putting something in my food, I don't care if he put anything in the pills, I don't take them any longer. I did tell you I hate my husband didn't I. Did I tell you I'm in love, her name is Jeanie, she doesn't care about my addiction. Did I tell you she gave me 16, yes 16, orgasms last night, not those little ones, I lost count of those, those great big ones that seem to explode, the ones that seem to send wave after wave of ecstasy thought out you whole body. Do men have those, I don't think so, to bad! Did I tell you I seem to be getting less addicted everyday, or maybe I'm just starting another type of addiction. I'm never sure, do you think I'm insane, I'd ask Doctor Samuel but I don't think he cares, did I tell you he smiles a lot now, Doctor Samuel I mean, not Richard. I must be insane, I believe wishes sometimes come true. I think someone should have told Richard to watch what he wished for. By the way peeps, I wrote this while my life partner, life partner means she's a lesbian, I only point this out in case your a man and don't get it, and my ex-husband are out site seeing. Now I don't really have a Doctor Samuel in my life, but just the fact that I allowed that, has to make you wonder if Doctor Samuel isn't right about me!!!! Before I finish I do want to ask you a question. Can a lesbian like cock? If you happen to be a man and you answered yes, then why do so many men want to bring another woman into their relationships, love really isn't about sex, but it can cause a kind of closeness that leads to love, your wife/lover could fall in love!!!!!! Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Be happy, be a lesbian, oh that is right most of you are men who read my stories, that's ok, most of you think your lesbians trapped in a man's body, I feel so sorry for you all. Diane Smiles, that was a joke guys!