Wounded

 

Wounded

“Oh my God! I can’t believe I…we…just did that,” She said. I smiled as I lay comfortably in my bed with my hands behind my head. I watched this woman, whom I met at the bar, frantically gather her clothes that were sprawled all over the beige carpet. With the pile by her feet, she sat down on the bed and shook her head in disbelief. I enjoyed seeing that look on her face—the look of confusion and shame. No matter how much she tried to deny it, or how hard she tried to hide it in the deepest, darkest corner of her mind, she got fucked by a woman and she loved it! She quickly tried to put on her clothes and avoid eye contact with me.

“This never happened; I’m a married woman,” she said.

I smiled at her.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“No, seriously, this didn’t happen. I’m not a lesbian.  I…I don’t know what came over me.”

I knew her type. I’d dealt with them hundreds of times before. She’d go home to her husband and pretend like nothing happened, but our intimacy had unleashed something in her. Bombarded with thoughts and questions, she’d remember every lick, and touch I gave her. Her mind would frequently drift to the memory of our sexual connection; she’d realize the feelings of elation and the intensity of the orgasms she experienced with me had trumped anything she’d ever felt with a man.

Before she knew it, she’d be yet another woman I reformed. It was inevitable. No man could ever know a woman’s body like a woman, and there was nothing they could offer that a woman couldn’t. I loved converting breeders! There were the rare occasions when some of them became pillow queens or closet cases, but it didn’t matter. That door had been unlocked, and they’d eventually want to experience that ecstasy with a woman again.

While I’m a hunter for alleged straight women, I’m no monster. I only go after the ones that make my gaydar go off. If I have the slightest sense they have an attraction to women, I go after them. I was born gay. I’ve known it since I was a child, but some of us try to suppress what we truly desire and need to be woken up.

I met this woman hanging out at the Cubbyhole in Manhattan. Her friends knew what was up. None of them tried to interfere or stop her from leaving with me. She was hanging out at a lesbian bar, and ended up leaving with one. She wasn’t too drunk or high. I made sure the choice was made on her own volition. Once she came to my apartment in Co-op City, Bronx, it was a wrap.

She got dressed and hastily left my apartment. There was no love lost or sadness on my part. It was all just a game. With these green eyes, pretty face, and voluptuous figure, I had no problem attracting other lesbians.  The real challenge was bedding so-called straights. Opening their eyes to a new world, and awakening them to a realm that isn’t dominated by men is the greatest gift I can give another woman. I rolled over in my bed and drifted to sleep, smiling over my latest conquest. She’d be back. They always come back.

Wounded on Amazon USir?t=lauobraut 20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00JSBE3KA or Wounded on Amazon UKir?t=lpcrwr 21&l=as2&o=2&a=B00JSBE3KA

We allow you to read the first page of a book, look at its cover and then buy it, but only if you like it. Nothing beats sampling a novel. Experience the simple pleasure of finding novels that you like, fast, with BooksGoSocial.com.

 

 

 

If you are a writer or a publisher who wants to be featured visit BGSAuthors - our dedicated site for authors and publishers.

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This