woman

The problem I have with being half queer is that women, as a rule, generally don't like me. And I, as a rule, generally don't like them much either, heh. Ok, maybe "don't like" is too strong - "don't understand" might be more fitting. Or "don''t have anything in common with". Because I really don't. I can count my female friends on one hand, and still have fingers spare. I am definitely not a woman's woman, no matter how many handbags and shoes I buy.

So, then. Imagine how excited I would be if I "met" a woman who is not only as filthy and perverted as I am (if not even more so), but could also possibly dominate me in the bedroom. A woman whose fantasies mirrored mine. A woman who though not my usual type (whatever that is, heh) could make me want to suck her "cock". A woman who could get in my head and pull my hair and call me a slut, and anythingelseshewantstodo. A woman who likes the Arctic Monkeys!

I would be extremely excited, because it's never ever happened to me.

I've fallen in virtual lust again. Can you tell? Boing.