1. Because context is everything


    Date: 10/15/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Ijhel, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Outside the rain is falling and I have my window open to enjoy the ambience. Tomorrow promises to be as busy a day as today, and the soothing sound of the rain calms my mind. It also provokes my memory. It was on a night like this that I finally penetrated the mystery of Majken. She was a beautiful girl, one year younger than myself, broad chested, shorter than me, and always wearing black. For a long time I had regarded her with lust but with the passage of time I came to understand that friendship was all she sought. This was disapointing to my ego, but not such that I could hold it against her, and deep down inside there was always the entertaining though ulikely notion that perhaps one day she might suddenly throw herself at my feet and beg to be fucked. Since I didn't believe my own desires would ever be realised, I wasn't too upset when she took to telling me her inner most thoughts with regards to the various other men who made advances to her. I thought it slightly odd that she should be so disinterested in all the handsome and charming men who came her way and I did think it very odd that she should tell me these things too, after all, didn't she have girl friends she could talk to? One day, as we sat in the near darkness of a late summers evening, listening to Offenbach's 'Les Contes d'Hoffmann' playing quietly on my stereo, I asked her outright about her girl friends. "What about Lily?" I suggested. "Don't you ever talk to her about these men?" She gave me a long ...
    hard look, made all the more piercing by the smoke from the j she had lit. "Why would you mention Lily?" she replied. I accepted the joint and shrugged. This wasn't the answer I had expected. The truth was, Lily, her flat mate was her only female friend that I knew of. She shook her head as if she was annoyed. "I can't tell Lily anything" she told me. It was the way she said it that gave her away. In that instant, I understood that Majken might be a lesbian, that she was probably infatuated with Lily, possibly even in love. I regarded her for a while, savouring the marijuana, before I put my observation to her in the form of a question. She didn't seem surprised. "Yes." "Have you told her?" "No" she replied emphatically. Until that day, I had never spoken with a lesbian before. I had seen them in the streets of the city, kissing in door ways, holding hands and touching each other at concerts. I had however never had a conversation with one and I had a vague idea that they were antagonistic towards me because I was a man. A part of me took an instant dislike to the idea that Majken was a lesbian, but another part took solace in this explanation of my own rejection. I disregarded both of these treacherous thoughts though because I was fascinated and some what dizzy at my discovery. Majken was watching me closely. I smiled at her. I was quite stoned already. She began to question me with regards to my thoughts on sex and soon she was asking me about my sexual conquests. Who was ...
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