Toys For Lesbians

I have been perusing the internet for the latest sex toys for gay women like me. I have quite an assortment of harnesses with various dildos and the O-rings to make them fit. I looked at the vibrators shaped like everything from cocks to bunny rabbits, and I even have a few of the anal toys too, though I admit I could stand to learn more in the Backdoor Dept. But what drew my attention were the latex dental dams. Finally, I am preparing myself mentally to try it.

It isn’t easy for me to think about eating latex. When I came flaming out of the closet, I wanted to be a completely uninhibited lesbian. I wanted the sweet taste of a woman, not of rubber. But since I am not monogamous and my primary partner and I don’t plan to be soon, we have talked more about safer sex. I bought a few dental dams. I still find them strange, but I am beginning to experience them as erotic, as an enjoyable variation along the spectrum of lovemaking.

So far, I have spent some time exploring them myself. I tried one by putting a little lube on myself, placing it over my pussy, and just playing around with how it felt to touch myself. It was different, but still a phenomenally intense feeling with the dam between me and my Hitachi Magic Wand. I loved that. I am sure tonight or tomorrow I will finally have the opportunity to go down on my girlfriend with one. I hope it will feel like less of a barrier and more of a new kind of pleasure.

Every high school must have at least one of them – the girl who gets dubbed the school slut. We had a real doozie when I was in school. Her name was Louise. She did all the required stuff—she started at least by freshman year, had a pregnancy scare at 15, and was rumored to have blown the entire football team. I don’t know how true any of the things people said about her was, but I’ll always remember that the boys started calling her “Fingers” – either because she wasn’t shy about showing off her self-love talents during sex, or because she gave this kid John a hand job on the bus on the way home from a class trip. However she got the name, I always thought she was kinda cool.

Well, on Labor Day I ran into “Fingers” Louise at the local lesbian bar! Five years out of school, it was kind of a weird shock to find her fitting right in with the pool-playing dykes. We started talking and in her typical fashion, she turned everything that was said into an innuendo. We laughed a lot and before I knew it, we had finished our drinks, gone to my place, and were a mass of sweaty flesh on my bedroom futon. She was way into my G-spot massager and my anal toys, too. It felt so good when she shoved two of those “Fingers” of hers into my pussy and pressed up on that magic area before inserting my favorite curved G-spot toy that makes me go absolutely crazy. It was a real no-holes-barred lesbian sex and toy fiesta! She sure lived up to her reputation with me.

She came… and came, and came again. She squirted, even, a few times which only served to make me want to fuck her all the more. Then she sat up and pulled me onto the bed, she looked like she wanted to ask me something, but couldn’t. “What is it, honey?” I asked at the risk of sounding like a school nurse or a mother figure of sorts.

“Well, I have something I’ve always wanted do, but I’ve never used it and I bought it for…” she stammered nervously, and pulled from the drawer a fully equipped lesbian strap-on rig. I smiled, recognizing that this little innocent being had been hiding a wonderfully sinful side for a long time.

“Put it on!” I said, without hesitation.

She did and it fit perfectly, as though she had spent countless time fitting and adjusting it to suit her perfectly. And she wore it well, like a true appendage. I felt it my duty to this wishful woman to lay back, grab my legs spreading them above myself in a good porn star pose and invite her to fuck me until we both came… and jesus, mary, and joseph, we did.

We went on fucking like that for the next few hours trading the strap on until we both got too sore to take any more. Then we fell asleep side by side and as I lay there in her bed I delighted in the vanilla scent of her body in the breeze as I was carried off across the sea of consciousness, and into the land of nod.

I stood naked in front of her, thankful I had been so strict about my ab routine that week, and happily allowing her to explore my body like a child with a brand new curiosity. She ran her finger over every inch of my exposed flesh paying special attention to my nipples, and my dancing her fingers quite delicately over my now wet and dripping pussy. “Go ahead,” I encouraged her, both selfishly and in the interest of helping her lose the idea that we would have any boundaries. She carefully acclimated to my biology and separated my lips, to discover my swollen clit, and I was off.

“Circles” was all I could say as the intensity of the moment had me near climax already and as she stared into my eyes smiling I orgasmed and came on her wet fingers. I smiled back grabbed her sweater and tore it up over her head; she couldn’t wait for my solo effort so as I dropped to my knees to strip her of her pants and panties she removed her bra. I pushed her back onto the bed and in doing so noticed a small clit vibe and some anal beads left from what I would imagine was a morning play session.

“Yours?” I jokingly asked, before twisting the base of the vibe and bringing it to full speed. Watched her writhe in pleasure and squirm in delight as my tongue made paths to her creamy center, the vibe played out tribal rhythms on her clit and the beads slowly found their way further and further through that tight little asshole of hers.

Sorry folks, gotta go AGAIN, last time I PROMISE, I’ll finish completely when I get back!