Rodeo Girl - Sex Stories

Rodeo Girl

... idea of just fucking a woman seemed totally wrong. For me, a woman needed to be loved, not fucked. Making love should be slow, sharing and mutually pleasing, the gentle caresses and exploration giving rise to the most amazing lingering orgasms that simply sent your mind to heaven, and only when the lust was too much to bear should it get fast and furious. No wonder being a girl, and a lesbian girl at that, was the right thing for me.

Secondly I had learnt that there was the pleasure of seducing a man and giving yourself to him. Making him want you, making him hard and having him fuck you until he came. It was completely different and enjoyable for very different reasons. It was something I wanted and needed too. I now knew I could fuck a guy if I wanted, and actually enjoy it, but the point was that it was not what I wanted. I would fuck a girl, as part of the act of lovemaking, but a guy should fuck me! It was almost an epiphany. Somehow I felt I had arrived at where I wanted to be after a challenging journey. Sexually, I thought like a girl. There was no going back. I had to take the next step. It was another big turning point in my life.

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9 Fitting in

The doctor was polite enough, but she did not tell me what I so desperately wanted to hear: that it was all so simple and there was nothing to worry about. It seemed that there were a lot of formalities that she needed to go through to make sure that I would not end up suing her. She gave me some ...

... information and some websites to look at, but I had already looked at most of them, and some I could almost recite. It was clear that the only way forward was lots of little steps, like I had to evolve, and we all know how long that takes. I suppose the reality that had hit me was exactly that, reality. This process would be real, not a dream, but even though I knew that and had told myself countless times that I would keep myself grounded, I had at the back of my mind this faint hope that the doctor would be a worker of miracles, not the dispenser of drugs and wielder of a scalpel.

I masked my low spirits well and cheerfully thanked the doctor. I had become good at that important life's lesson. I thought of Mom and even though she had been so supportive of me, I was not sure how she would react as this was such a big step. When I got home I turned to Maureen who I felt could at least think about me a little more objectively and had always been slightly more encouraging about me being who I wanted to be. She was fantastic and we must have talked for ages, but she echoed what the doctor had said and, with typical feminine intuition, asked me what had happened in Pelican Bay to make me so sure that this was what I wanted. I turned the colour of a beetroot and had to confess, but obviously without the full details.

Our conversation was so lovely. She was so caring and reassuring. She told me I was so natural as a girl that I did not need surgery, although she could see why I would ...