Text‭: ‬Danielle Spencer‭

Sexual chemistry is a funny thing isn’t it? You just never know when it is going to come up to you, tap you on the shoulder and literally take you somewhere you never expected to go.

I have been dutifully ignoring sex, relationships, dating and the likes for 8 months – when, quite randomly, I met my current leading lady.

We met over the crowded dance floor of the least likely place on earth to find a lesbian love match – Dusk ‘til dawn.

Our eyes met whilst fending off drunk French and Irish men looking for a ‘quicky’ whilst on holiday but not wishing to pay for it – in this financial market the ladies at ‘duskies’ and the like must be feeling the burden of the banking industries recent near collapse – then after dancing to the Filipino band until way past our bedtime, we moved to her place.

I was so nervous that I tried to avoid going to her place by saying that I would drop her off in the taxi. Then when I was in her apartment I tried to run away several times only to be persuaded not to.

She is older than me and thankfully found my nervous behaviour cute. I am a convert to this older woman phenomenon: she knows what she wants, there is no fuss and no stress. She is direct and completely

wonderful.

So this is going to be a very short pussy talk – simply because my pussy has not had time to talk this month, its been busy doing other things and is no longer nervous – on the contrary, it is really rather happy about it…