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Futanari Girlfriend

We had been on the road for hours. The desert seemed as endless as the starry night. We hadn’t said much since the last gas stop. Giselle was still upset about the Lisa. It didn’t matter that it had only happened once or that we were technically on a break. Giselle had come home on her lunch break and found Lisa and I on the couch. This trip was supposed to be our reset button. After two days of fighting and arguing we came to that moment, that single point in time where you know – it’s do something to get back on track or walk away. I had suggested a road trip. “Come on, you love long drives. We’ll go west, out across the desert, we’ll just drive, you and me. We can do this.” I was pleading, but it’s what I felt. I didn’t want to lose her. Giselle’s face was red with anger. She had been betrayed by the one person that had promised not to. Me. “Fine. Let’s do it. Let’s do one last thing together.” It wasn’t an ideal answer but it was better than walking out of my life forever, which is what I thought was going to happen. But the road trip hadn’t been a cure all, like I had thought. No, Gi was still fuming, the anger burning just under the surface, and the slightest thing would set her off. I tried to keep the conversations as far away from that day as possible, but somehow it always came back to that. “Those cacti are gorgeous.” It was almost lunch time. We had been on the road for a few hours already but the radio had been on and we were both kind of waking up so we ...

... hadn’t talked much. Gi looked out the window at the tall saguaro off in the distance, there was one in particular that only had one arm on the left side. “Like a dildo,” Gi sighed and I knew what she was thinking. “Or a one-armed man,” I tried to keep things light and cheerful. “I still don’t understand why,” Gi’s voice fell back to the tone it had taken over the past few days. “I just don’t, you know, get it. What were you thinking?” “I wasn’t!” I sang the same song I had been singing since the door had opened. And it was the truth; I had no idea why it happened. I mean, one minute Lisa and I are sitting on the couch having coffee and talking about nothing in particular, and then she mentioned that she had gotten a new toy for her and her partner and things just, kind of, went off the rails. Lisa and her partner, Sarah, were both normal women. They didn’t know about Giselle, they had no idea that her and I were more like a normal couple than most lesbians, that our sex life was surprisingly similar to a heterosexual couple’s sex life. And, I don’t know, when I saw the thing. You know, when Lisa had pulled the massive, double-ended dildo out of her purse and held it up, it kind of caught me off guard. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Lisa had held the thick, blue phallus up to the light for me to admire. The thing was amazing, almost like a life cast of a real cock, a massive one complete with the heavy vein along the top and familiar mushroom-shaped head. It reminded me of Giselle, of the ...