May 13, 2008 13:41
And when it was all over >> I said to myself >> Is that all there is to a fire?
(John Parish and Polly Jean Harvey - ‘Is That All There Is?’)
Tabitha was curious. When it came to guys she knew what she liked, and there wasn’t much she hadn’t done. That threesome with the waiter and her ex-roommate a particular highlight. The lesbian thing evaded her. She just couldn’t see the attraction of it-she liked cock, so sue her.
One night after a gig she’d found herself responding to some chick’s advances. She figured that if nothing else it would be an interesting experiment. This way she could satisfy her opinion once and for all that guys really did do it for her better. For a little while it had been nice, kissing a girl different enough and soft enough to be interesting. Then of course girls were used to each other’s bits so they knew what to do to satisfy another girl… This one was pretty good with her tongue, and had Tabitha nearly coming just from what she was doing to her nipples, but still…
When it came right down to it, Tabitha just couldn’t see herself doing it again. Maybe if it was part of another ménage-a-trois, but not as a one on one thing. Multiple orgasms aside, she still liked cock. She wasn’t about to stick to chicks just to have the cock provided in the form of a strap-on, or a vibrator.
She liked men. Loved men, even if she never stuck with any of them. She liked the fact that they weren’t curvy and soft like women. The whole point of them being men was for them to be the opposite. She liked that they didn’t always want to talk about their feelings, and she liked that they could be downright rude and vulgar.
That’s all there was to it.
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
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