At first, I was so nervous and excited about my first lesbian relationship. I mean, the touch of another woman, sharing the things only another woman would understand! Writing endlessly "another woman" in my diary! You were so attractive, in that feminine kind of way, we talked about our shared womanly interests, and visited clothing stores of which, carry only women's clothing, and attended orientation at a women's only gym, where, we could feel comfortable, without the desperate for attention ogling eyes of MEN.
Anyway, I still remember our first night together, the way the dim interior light cascaded over your nakedness, over the perfect hills of your breasts, and down over the flat of your stomach, and across the valley, that feminine crease, lay a momentously large strap on dildo.
I mean, I was curious, but it seemed a little strange to have broken out the whole sex toys on the first encounter, but, obviously when we were done with that thing, you'd take it off, and we could grind ourselves into some, shivering, shuttering blissful state.
Instead, I spent the entire night sucking your plastic dick, with you saying things like "Yeah, that's it, like a good whore, yeah, take it nice and deep, mmm choke on it!"
Of course, I stuck it out, thinking perhaps you were like an onion, and I needed to peel back the layers in order to discover the real you! The real lesbian you!
Well, that never came about.
So anyway, it's not like I didn't learn to like it, I mean, three months is a long time to be sucking on a plastic manhood to not acquire some form of attachment, be that Stockholm or otherwise. But, I decided I'd save the commute and just buy my own in the end. I mean, saves me having to go looking for my best outfits that you've absconded with.
So yeah, it's pretty much over, for convenience sake.