Pursuit for Pussy
Isn’t it funny how every woman becomes a lesbian when they break up with a man? Hell, give them a few drinks and even their perfect relationship couldn’t be further from their pretty little mind. That is where I come in. I like to call it the pursuit for straight pussy…
I’m not a lesbian but I do have my moments. If I had to label myself I would have to say I’m bi-sexual. I like to see myself as just a sexy bitch who takes what she wants and leaves whoever’s head spinning, but tonight I’ll just tell you about my hunt for pussy. My favorites are the girls who have obviously been crying or are actively crying. It’s like shooting fish in a fucking barrel. A hand on the shoulder and few kind words and they are practically running back to my place.
I love the shocked look on her face as I begin to slide my hands into her panties. Her mind is telling her, no, but her body is craving more. Circling around her clit with my thumb and sliding two fingers inside, the flood gates open and her pussy juice starts to flow. As I get on my knees and slowly slide her panties down her legs, she starts pinching her nipples. The shock has faded and all she is thinking about is how good my tongue and fingers feel.
Then the look comes back. As she is laying on the bed, twitching, head spinning with what just occurred, I just smile. Even if I never hear from her again I know she will still be thinking about me. Wishing she could call but she just can’t bring herself to do. Those straight girls…. Keep me coming every time.
