Le Affaire
I was frustrated with dating, clubs, introductions, pick ups and one night stands. One night I had a couple, well three glasses of red wine and was checking my email. It hit me that the whole world was on the web and I had not tried that approach yet. Inside I laughed, knowing I was headed into the world of freaks and geeks and con artist but I had a buzz on and was figuring if I watch myself, what I say, it is affaires at an arms length and who gets hurt. The worst case scenario is I get turned on and masturbate myself to sleep.
I went to Google and typed in free lesbian dating. My goodness thousands of sites came up. I explored a few and found out most were not free, just free to browse. I settled on a site that offered a premium membership but allowed members to contact you as a free member. I went through the whole profile rigamorow and got on the site. I browsed hundreds of pictures and bios; a few I sent kisses too, almost hoping there would be no response.
I had some brief chats but no real hits on my profile while I was online. Eventually I searched some tribing sites, and got my self off to the fantasy of me being the one panting and getting my pussy pumped by another woman. I was able to get my sexual frustration out and sign off and go to bed.
A few days later I had forgotten about signing up to the site and was surfing and drinking wine again (coincidence?) and found a favorite I had saved of the lesbian site.
I went there and after having them send me my password I had forgotten, I signed in and found four emails. One was crass, it sounded like a male trying to fake being a female, one was very immature, one was very blue collar and one was very interesting but somewhat disjointed.
This is the one I decided to pursue; I first checked her profile, finding a very mature brunette with stylish short hair and long legs, a very hard body and a smile that could belong to a model. I figured she was too good to be true but cast fate to the wind and sent her a short polite introduction email. I forgot it and looked over the women who were currently on line and eventually decided to revisit the tribing site and well, nature took her course again. I slept like a well fed baby.
Friday night I was alone and (a pattern here) having a cocktail and decided to check my lesbian email for grins. I had a response from my model. I read it carefully and was not quite sure what to make of it. Her syntax was poor, her grammar worse but her meaning was beautiful. I felt she sincerely liked me and my profile and wanted to talk in real time.
I knew better than to give out my phone number, so I wrote her back a short sweet note, indicating I was willing to get to know her further. Do I really have to tell you what I did next after my third cocktail? Damn tribing is so sexy; I have to have a partner that knows how to do it, so I can live out my fantasies.
I was a good girl for a week and a half and busy, staying away from the internet and working hard, then one Thursday night I had a bad day at work and picked up a bottle of Shiraz on the way home, drank a couple glasses, considered calling an old girlfriend and realized I was over her and the meaningless sex. I booted up the computer and went back to the Lesbian site.
This time I had an email from my new correspondent and she introduced herself as Yvette, she was a transplanted French woman considerably older than me. I was taken by her persistence and loving words and decided that her syntax and such was due to the language barrier. I felt more secure and began to open up more with her. I was writing her and email as my notification bleeped telling me I had someone on line wanting to talk.
I opened the site and loe and behold it was Yvette. We began conversing and getting to know each other, and I found her incredibly charming and fascinating, sex was no where near the table, we were enthralled with each others backgrounds and talked for a couple hours. She unlike me was a life long lesbian, I was a ten year convert and still not ruling out finding the perfect gentleman but in serious doubt at this point. I was with all women for the past ten years, but left the door open, just in case.
It turned out she had been a model in her youth in fact that led her to New York and the USA. She was fifteen years my senior but I have to say she had the looks of a woman half her age, she kept herself in tip top shape and had impeccable taste and style.
I found her charming and irresistible even if she was a cougar. As we talked, we bonded and we opened up and got friendlier and closer and I found myself wanting to get even closer to her. Her charm was out of this world.
Now I have to confess that I have a thing for the French Language, I get wet at the sound of French, even though I have no idea what is being said. Yvette began to write occasional sentences in French and I was a basket case. Each time I knew she was wooing me in her native tongue. As we got to know each other over the next few months, she wowed me with French, I would go online and translate it and be beside myself in love. Of course I never told her, I was still so paranoid of the internet, I was sure it was a guy trying to talk me out of my life savings. However deep inside she had my heart and could do as she wished with it.
It bears mentioning that I am a true lipstick lesbian; I think women are their sexiest when they are made up and dressed; I am not really interested in the butch scene at all. The perfect scent on a woman will release my most innermost passions, I melt at the thought.
It turns out that Yvette was just such a woman, all the photos she emailed me were of her dressed with taste and an inherent sexuality. There was not a drop of butch in her.
Time passed and she begged me to call her, she pleaded, she cajoled. I resisted, at first out of fear of the internet, later because I had fallen so deeply for her that I was afraid I was not worthy of her. She had my motor racing; I would sign on as soon as I got home and we learned each others schedules and made extra efforts to be there for each other. Soon we were not pen pals but estranged lovers, wanting to reunite. We eventually got around to discussing sex and would you believe it, one night when I had her in a very passionate mood she said to me. "I want to take your legs and scissor them in mine, bringing our love together, so we can feel each others innermost love."
It took me nearly two minutes to respond, I had just realized she was my soul mate and we had to meet. The moment I realized that her idea of sex was tribing, I was sunk. The relationship now had to move to the next level
Still for several weeks we wrote each other, and talked in real time, getting closer and closer. Her personality continued to develop and I realized She was who she claimed to be. She was humble, yet sexy, wild yet innocent. Her age became less and less a factor, her personality became the only key issue. She made me laugh, she made me cry, and she was my bonded heart and soul. My groin ached for her, my mind desired her and my whole being found her irresistible. The day came when she left me a vocal recording on my email. I was out of my mind in love with her at that moment; I had forbidden her to call me because I knew I would fall for her like a ton of bricks. Her accent and her voice closed the deal.
We lived twelve hundred miles apart, but the distance seemed insignificant. I now knew I had my soul mate and only true love. We planned it so I would fly in and meet her at her home.
I told her not to pick me up, I wanted to be in private when we met, I had our first kiss emblazoned in my mind and it was not a public event. I was a wild woman so, I could only see us as clandestine lovers for the first few days. I was afraid my passion would embarrass her or me or both of us.
When the Taxi dropped me at her door, I almost got back in and went back to the airport. I tipped him and took a deep breath. I went to the door and there she was waiting for me. Her dark short cut hair, her tall lanky body and her perfect breast barely hidden beneath her sheer top. There were no words, we both just embraced and kissed deeply, like we were old lovers reunited. My knees went weak, her embrace, her scent; her whole being was everything I had imagined. I nearly came on the spot, I knew I was home and I had found my life mate.