May 4, 2010

A Guest Post by LEZ LEIGH

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I used to date men. I am not one of those lesbians who realized from birth that she was all about women. I discovered my sexuality slowly as I came to terms with the fact that my girl crushes and sexual fantasies were way more than just that. When I finally decided to date a girl for the first time, I thought I had struck sexual gold. It was so different. With girls I always felt turned on and ready to be naughty. Girl on girl action was f’in hot and always blew me away. It also made me perplexed as to why, all of a sudden (or so it seemed to me) I was forever horny and wet with excitement throughout the day. I went from being a hetero girl who was chronically telling her lovers ‘I have a headache’ to a ‘I can’t wait to get home and get fucked’ lesbian. I almost felt like I had developed the libido of a guy, thinking about sex non-stop during the day, to the point where I often seriously considered heading to the bathroom at my place of employment to ‘rub one out’. I decided I needed to figure out what was going on, why my pussy was always ready and hungry for a release.

In an effort to discern how and why the change in my sexual appetite had come about I started to pay attention to the differences between relationship with my lesbian lover and the straight liaisons I had had in the past. What I noticed was that from the moment my girl and I woke up there were: soft smiles, random acts of kindness, coy looks, the little kisses, funny texts, quick conversations and playful yet slightly sexual hugs. Then it hit me. All our ‘play’ packaged together was really the gift of all day foreplay. She and I were engaging in very subtle yet consistent flirtation and physical contact that kept us both happy and ready to dish out the pie. You see being female, my partner and I both understood how a woman would want to be treated. As a result we were able to easily give each other what was necessary to keep the sexual tension in our relationship high.

So, men listen up. Like we lesbians, my het sisters know how they want to be treated. Assuming you’re interested in finding out what it would take to keep your girl ‘revved up’ for you all day, you can ask her what she wants, but more importantly…pay attention to what she does for you. People have a habit of doing onto others as they would have done onto them. So, if your girl is texting you to tell you how much she misses you during the day there’s a good chance that if you do the same for her, she’ll be one happy and horny gal, anxious to demonstrate her gratitude in the bedroom by the time you two connect at night.  I know that’s how it works for me.

When my girlfriend has spent much of the day telling me how beautiful my eyes are or that I have the best hips and ass, you know how I say thank you? This is how. When night falls (or even before that on some days), I let her know that it’s her foreplay (that incidentally didn’t start 15 minutes before, but eight hours earlier) that got us there. I lay her down on her back and slither up her body, kissing everything along the way (very important), our legs making “scissors” – yummy. With my senses working overtime, I thrust myself into her, to say thank you for loving me so good. Then, I turn myself around and hover my pussy over her mouth, so I can use my tongue, my chin and my fingers on her. If we’re lucky sometimes our perfectly timed and mutual orgasms are the big firework THANK YOUS we give each other that say…

“Thank you for reminding me during the day that I have an admirer. Thank you for always letting me know that you love me. Thank you for showing me that you have my back each and every day. Honey, your efforts to show me how much you care didn’t go unnoticed.”

So, if you’re looking to have your woman thank you the way my girlfriend and I thank each other virtually every night, I say up the ante on your foreplay by putting in work all day, because…

A little foreplay sprinkled here and there throughout the day all but guarantees an amazing roll in the hay.

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