I can count on one hand how many times I've received head. I need even less fingers to count the amount of times I enjoyed it.
When a black woman falls in love with another woman, especially for the first time, it can be completely magical. She makes our heart skip a beat, our palms sweaty, puts butterflies in our stomach and makes our panties wet. We can’t stop thinking about her, wanting her and dreaming about your future together. Maybe she is the one. Maybe she’s not. Lesbians are famous for falling in love quickly and trying to build something out of nothing. And we black lesbian queens are no different. But for real though, just because you fall in love with someone doesn’t mean you have to build a life together.
My partner, Eula, and I come from very abusive childhoods. For years upon years our bodies, minds, hearts, souls and spirits were slowly being destroyed. Still, we survived abuse, neglect, abandonment and unfaithfulness. Roughly five years ago, we saw each other at a pride festival. Eula says that was the moment she knew she found the ONE. At the time we had both been through very bad relationships, and I just wasn’t ready to be hurt again and I didn't want to hurt someone else either.
I shove my backside against the perfectly assorted seam. Rubbing the 300 count about my thighs –in silent hopes to feel an arm wrap around my waist.