I Wish I Had A Lesbian Lover
by the ever-erotic YBLalat

I am not sure how I ended up liking lesbians. Probably it’s just the instinctive nature of every man to love the kinkiest of the opposite sex. Frankly, I am more than just liking them, I dream of their presence gracing my room every time I could. Sometimes, I even imagine the Malay female colleagues that I know of here at the U the lesbians who knocks on my door in the middle of the night. Although I know nobody who are actually out-of-the-closet lesbians, other than the ones that I imagined them to be, but still, is it not fun to have them around?

I’ve always thought that lesbians are a very special people with a very special purpose here. They are of a rather different subculture than the many that we know of in society. The male gays are utterly lame. They are portrayed too often and too typical in the mass media; thus, not much is left there to explore. However, the lesbians are still in the virgin area of the public interest. They are very quiet and sly and inviting. Their life makes yours the dull backdrop of a Chinese opera. I know that they don’t want me in their unique life but I am sure as hell want to probe in and explore.

I know now that being a lesbian does not mean you need to have a ready supply of double-headed dildos in your handbag. You could just be normal girls who like cute boy bands and go to sleepover parties at some friends’ house and have an hour-long sweaty pillow fight. All are dressed up in pajamas and single-layered, without bras and panties, and wrestled each other on the mattress without first determining how to determine the winner. You jumped on top of each other, bear-hugged from the back, clutched other people’s tits, lick and bite their necks and pulled their ponytails and called it an enjoyable all-girl sport. Then later, when everyone is tired and hot and sweaty, you bundled up closely together on the bed and kiss each other a long, wet goodnight kiss. From that, you feel horny and start making out a massive threesome.

I prefer lesbians over gays because lesbians are those who I could still have straight sex with. It’s not that that is possible once they declare their eternal celibacy from the opposite sex, but with a little bit of my famous charm, I think it’s manageable. They may not want me at all, but I still want them badly, no matter what their sexual preference is. Lesbians are sexier than a typical heterosexual-crazy girl is, no matter how dull they dress up or how rancid their armpits smell. I know no man who does not desire several women, straight and/or lesbian, in bed with him, having the greatest fun of his life. And watching two or more lesbians having a go with each other is a near-divine bliss that is only reachable in reality via late night Internet porn.

If asked to choose between the company of a group of gays and a group of lesbians, I would, in a heartbeat, go running as fast as lightning towards the latter. I have never been in a company of gays before, in whatever circumstance, but I bet that I would feel very uneasy and threatened by their sexual hobby. They put their dicks up other people’s shit-holes and lick their peers’ brown and salty balls off. (Vomit, vomit and collapse on the floor.) But in the company of lesbians, they will just treat me like dirt and I would still love them. Do onto my body anything that your hearts desire and I will still love you, come rain or shine. Tie me up tight, pour candle wax onto my crotch, whip my back to bleed, pull my pubic hair off and all you will hear is my gentle moan of "More, more!"

The first time I had a lesbian experience was when I watched the ‘Cruel Intentions’ kissing scene of Selma Blair and Sarah Michelle Gellar lip-locking in the park, their tongues twisting and licking like two mating snakes. I was as stiff as a stick and disgusted and aroused at the same time. Their saliva was dripping and their lips wet from that and with their eyes closed, they caressed each other’s tongue tediously but softly. The sound of the slight sucking and stroking going back and forth and the heavy but held back breaths going loud and slow was mesmerizing.

Before that, I’ve heard of homosexuality involving the both sexes and how utterly revolting what they do in the name of animal lust, I said. Then, came in the scene above and I was shocked to realize that I was turned on more by that lesbian kiss than my wet-t-shirts, at-the-beach, near-sunset, straight-sex kiss fantasy between me and Alexis Bledel. Never before I thought that lesbians are so beautiful and appealing like that. Even though I could not relate to that kiss because it was between two females, still I was so pleased by what I saw. Soon enough, I felt I wanted to be a lesbian myself.

Having a lesbian as my close friend is as cool as having a younger female freshman as my first love. We could talk for long hours and not get distracted by any sexual tension. She would talk openly about anything in her mind and not worry about me hitting on her. I would have the joy of talking to a guy buddy, but this time with a cleavage and long legs. She would not mind me staring at her physique; knowing that I could not touch it sooner or later and I would not mind listening to all of her crap, knowing that she is too busy talking to me and not noticing where I lay my eyes on her.

I wish I had a lesbian lover that I could watch day and night. I want to live with her so that I could watch her undress and take a hot shower. She would feel funny inside because I fell in love with her for being a lesbian. I would ogle hard at her smooth body and she would not show the slightest discomfort, knowing that that guy could not do anything to her. She would know that I know chasing her to get in bed is not worth trying because it is not possible, but she would not know that I know such notion is a tempting challenge and a risky dare.

p/s: Today's entry is dedicated to the lesbians that I know via the Net, may you say my name during your late night lovemakings.