Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Looking at Women

Sometimes, don't you see a woman across the room and think, "Damn, she's fine." Nice physique, good hair, great smile. Then you get closer and maybe she's not quite as hot as you thought, but there's still something about her that makes you want her?

Maybe this is a bit twisted, but I think that at work sometimes. It could be a client or a co-worker. I kind of feel bad when it's a co-worker and I know she's already got a partner and I shouldn't be looking at her with lust in my mind, but then I figure, who's it hurting? I think, given the opportunity, I would do her, but it's not like the opportunity will present itself. Then I wonder if I am the only woman who thinks about sex as much as they say men do. (Hate to compare myself to a man, but the myth is well-known about men and sex on the brain.) I wonder if the woman I've been looking at today has ever looked at me with lust in her eyes. She's actually kind of a self-centered bitch, but man, in her business suit today, she looked so hot.

Those are my random thoughts for the day.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover (Etheridge/Hawkins)

You know how you sometimes get a song stuck in your head and it just won't leave you alone? Sometimes that drives me crazy, and other times, the song is so great, I just enjoy it. This morning, I am enjoying. I have the duet "Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover" with Melissa Etheridge and Sophie B. Hawkins playing in my mind. What is frustrating is that I don't have it playing on my CD or my computer. I've only heard the song a couple times on the Live 365 radio station, WomenWhoRock http://www.womenwhowrock.com. (Great station!) It is from the CD VH1 Duets from 1995. Damn, this song is HOT and I would have given almost anything to have seen them perform it live. The stage must have been smokin'! I want to hear this song again (outside of my head) so badly I can almost taste it. These are two very sensual, talented, rockin' women and they really put their all into this performance. I love the energy and drive.

Am I showing my age to still have it bad for Melissa? There's something about a woman with an electric guitar that is so powerful and so sexy. What about Ellen. We all love Ellen, right? Who doesn't want to dance with Ellen. http://ellen.warnerbros.com/showinfo/about.html It seems I have women on the brain this morning. Not that I am complaining. There are worse things to spend a morning thinking about!

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Living Vicariously Through Steele

Steele, you are my hero. I thank Goddess for you since I am still able to live the wild and single life vicariously through you. Jace, honey, you know I love you, but damn, don't you sometimes just wish for those crazy nights of drinking and dancing and having wild sex with women you'd just met? I guess you did very little of that. My baby was way more moral and monogamous than I was. How odd is it that I would idolize someone for having anonymous sex? I would totally be disgusted with a guy that did the same thing. What the hell kind of double-standard is that? Thing is, I know Steele, I I know that it was not just anonymous sex. She'd met the women, been having a good time, made a connection, and they all mutually decided to share a sexual experience. No one getting used. No one acting under false pretense. No harm - no foul.

That's my two cents for the day.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Camping - A Salute to Young Dykes in Love

What a great weekend! A few of us went camping this weekend at a lake a couple hours from home. Shel, another woman, and a gay boy couple we know, plus two of their friends that we did not know all went. The weather was gorgeous and we had so much fun. What I got the biggest kick out of though, was this cute, little dyke couple we met on the trail. Is there anything cuter than young love?

I was out hiking on my own not far from camp. I'm not stupid. I wouldn't wander far, but I know this area pretty well and just wanted to stretch my legs a bit. Shel was wrapped up in a book by the lake, so I headed off on my own. At a point where two trails intersect, two other hikers joined my trail just ahead of me. Once I'd verified they were both women, I tried to determine if they were a couple. (Hey, I had nothing better to do.) They had a vibe of being together, but no physical contact at that point. They were both lean, athletic, and appeared to be in their early 20's. Dyke walks. Dyke hair cuts. Confident manner. My bet was they were together. Then their hands found each other. Bingo. I smiled. I love seeing lesbians being out and just being themselves.

One of them stopped to tie her shoe, and I passed by them, though I would have preferred to stay behind them. The scenery around us was beautiful, but they were another kind of scenery I enjoyed, you know? We smiled and nodded, doing the polite hiker thing. A moment later one of them called out, "Excuse me." I stopped, figuring she was speaking to me since there was no one else around. "Do you know how deep the lake is?" I had no clue, but it gave us a reason to start talking, which I later found out was their intention anyway. They'd been checking me out and were testing out their own gay-dar. I quickly made it clear that I was a lesbian, too. It's always good to know you are among friends, well, friendly strangers, anyway.

I ended up inviting them back to camp to hang out with us. They'd set up their camp not all that far from us, and we ended up partying with them Saturday night. They were all over each other in a sweet, sexy way, and had a ton of questions for us "more experienced" folks. We all had about 10-15 years on them and they were both very into gay culture and how it had come about and changed over the past 50 years. They'd met in college and had taken some gay studies classes together. We were apparently an embodiment of gay history, and not one of us was over 45. It's not like any of us were at Stonewall, or could even relate well to a time when it was not reasonably safe to be out as a gay person. (We live in an urban area in the Pacific Northwest, so our perspective may be much different that someone from a small town, or the South). Still, the differences 10-20 years make are amazing. These girls have never heard of Chris Williamson and women's music to them is anything a woman is performing. I found that both encouraging and kind of sad. When our institutions are no longer needed because we have become so mainstream, it is progress.

Shel here. Hi, all. I grabbed the keyboard before Steele has a chance to get morose and forget to tell you the good parts. It's Sunday night now and we're hanging at her house. Her internet connection sucks. I'm going to force her to sign up for high speed soon. We're writing this in Word and one of us will post it tomorrow. What Steele is too humble to write about is how these girls were drooling all over themselves trying to get her attention. Yes, they were clearly in love with each other, but were in lust with our dear Steele. After we'd all had a few drinks around the campfire, they pulled her aside and I overheard quite the conversation. I doubt they thought anyone was listening because the boys we were with were telling some loud, outrageous stories, and for the past half an hour had us all laughing so hard we were about to pee our pants . I was listening to the women.Would you rather listen to some boy blather on or keep track of what three beautiful women are doing? I'll call the women, Babe #1 and Babe #2.

Babe #1: Steele, can I get you another drink? Yours looks little low. Do you like a lot of ice or just a little?
(Nearest I can tell, Steele never has a chance to answer before Babe #1 rushes off to make the drink.)
Steele: Your girlfriend is cute. You guys are good together.
Babe #2: Thanks. She is cute. She's hot, too, don't you think?
Steele: Yes. You are a lucky woman.
Babe #2: Steele, we were wondering if you'd like to come back to our tent with us tonight. We are very open in our relationship and we think you are really hot.
Steele: Wow. I don't know what to say.
Babe #2: Say, "yes."

At that point, I couldn't quite hear, so I had to make my way closer so I could spy a bit better. Babe #2 is just going in for a kiss as Babe #1 sidles up behind Steele, pressing herself against Steele's back. I notice Steele tense up for a moment, maybe she's considering pulling away from the Babes, but then, she relaxes and pulls Babe #2 in for the kiss. The two of them start making out as Babe #1 manages to put down Steele's drink and is soon grinding against Steele's butt, her hands running all up and down Steele's fine frame. After a few minutes, the Babes switch positions, each of them wanting the taste of Steele's kiss. They go at it for a few minutes more before Steele breaks things up. She says something about the night being young and let's wait and see what happens. How she had the willpower to break away from those two fine women, I will never know. I was about to come just watching the three of them make out.

Steele just said I could probably come watching a couple ants make out. She might be right about that! Anyway, the Babes and Steele blend back in with the group as if nothing had happened for a while. I wink at Steele so she'd know I'd seen what had happened. We keep talking, laughing, drinking. A while later someone turns on some music. It must have been one of the boys. The first song we hear is, "It's Raining Men." The Babes start dancing. Soon most of us are dancing. Steele makes her way over the the Babes, this time she's the instigator, and soon the three of them are dirty dancing like noboby's business. I'm dancing with the other woman in our group, but we are truly just friends, and it's getting a little uncomfortable for me to be dancing with her with all this raw sexuality spilling out all over the campground. I could have used a good toy about then, or a cold shower. Anyway, it only took a few songs for things to get so heated up that our little trio disappeared for the night. I take it that Steele and friends had one hell of a good night.

Anything to add to that, Steele?

It was a great weekend!

Friday, August 05, 2005

Steele's Back - Coming out Part 2

OK, OK, I'm back. Crap. I didn't realize how busy my life was going to get when I started this thing, and clearly, neither did my pals. So, I've been camping, which was great btw, and then got this HUGE project at work that's been using up all my free time and lunches. That part is my own choice and I could just leave the office so I am not tempted to work through my lunch, but truth is, I do have some work-a-holic tendencies, so work I do. Balance, I know. Work, play, love.....always balance your life.

Got it. Right.

OK, so where was I before I so rudely left in the middle of my own coming out story. Really, that is not like me. I usually am happy to talk about me non-stop. Here we go.....I was just saying how hearing my friend talk in detail about her sexual experience with her boyfriend was making me hot.....

I'd never befor had these feelings in any way associated with a woman. Even at that point, as part of me is thinking about what it would be like to touch her in the way she described her boyfriend as doing, another part thought, oh, I'm just turned on by hearing about what this guy is doing. (Right.) So, I am listening to Robin talk, but I must have been sort of zoning out, cause she asks me what is wrong.

"Nothing, go on." I said.

"So, do you think I should just go all the way with him? I mean, we've come so close already."

"No," I blurted out, not sure why.

“Really? Why not?”

A reasonable question, but I had no good answer. I made something up.

“What if he isn’t right for you?”

“I don’t expect us to be together forever. He’s a good guy though and I really want to know what it’s like, you know? I know you do. You’ve told me you want to have sex.”

Suddenly I did. Very much. With her.

The gods were smiling on me that night. Robin popped open another beer, looking at me, maybe expecting me to say more about why she shouldn’t have sex with her boyfriend. She noticed my beer was empty, and offered me a swig of hers. I took a long drink and passed the bottle back. She was still staring.

“Too bad you aren’t a guy, “ Robin said, “I’d definitely want to do it with you.”

I swallowed hard, trying to stay cool as my body screamed, “YES!”

“We’d be good together.” Was that cool enough? Did my voice crack? “We’re such good friends. We wouldn’t have to play all those stupid games that you do with guys.”

She hesitated, staring at her beer bottle, starting to peel the label, “Right.” I remember I was staring at her, noticing the curve of her breasts, the way her jeans were tight on her thighs. She took another swig, then held the bottle out to me again, and as I did our hands touched. There was a current so strong I’m surprised it didn’t break the bottle. Our eyes locked.

I honestly can’t say exactly what happened next. Somehow the bottle ended up on the table and we were kissing. It was the most amazing kiss I’d ever had – soft and powerful at the same time. Our arms wrapped around each other’s bodies as we started exploring, getting deeper and deeper into the kiss and the amazing new feelings we were experiencing. It took only moments to know that I wanted Robin in my pants and soon. I wanted to touch her and see if she was as wet as I was. We both started to unzip each other’s jeans when Robin stopped us.

“Wait,” she gasped, pulling away. “Meet me in the living room. I have to make sure Marcus is asleep.” She ran off and I headed to the couch. My head was spinning and my crotch was totally throbbing. Would she come back? What were we doing? Who cared?

Moments later, Robin touched my shoulder and slid next to me on the couch. She was smiling, but I could see the question in her eyes, “Was I still OK with this?” She needn’t have worried a bit. I took control and started kissing her again. Within minutes we’d both unzipped the other’s pants and were exploring each other in an amazingly wonderful way. I couldn’t believe how much pleasure I was receiving by having my fingers inside of Robin. I’d never felt that way when I’d jacked off my boyfriend. I mostly wondered if he’d be able to give me an orgasm or if I’d have to do it on my own later in bed that night. I could tell Robin liked what I was doing, and the way she was touching me was beyond words. I lost all sense of time, but I know my first orgasm came quickly and as I gave myself over to the feelings I heard Robin cry out in pleasure, too. We were a perfect match.
Damn. What a great memory. That's one I'd like to go back and relive!

Happy weekend. I'm out camping again.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Don't Leave Us Hanging - Coming Out Part 2?

Steele, hello, did you forget that you were half-way through your coming out story? What is this, your own personal soap opera and you left us with a cliff-hanger? Nice. I am back for more! Yes, yes, *I* know the story. As I recall, you told me after several beers one night shortly after we became friends. I thought it was hot then, and now, years later, it still brings a smile to my face, and ...well, you can imagine. *wink* Hey - don't all coming out stories?

I will post mine, but finish your first OK? Jace, Indy? Where are you? Too busy with work and the kids, I suppose, but I know you've been checking out the site. Jump in ladies, the water's fine....

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Coming Out Stories

I've been thinking that someday Victoria will have a coming out story, and that I might be a part of it. She is hot. Have I mentioned that before? She is. She's sexy and smart and funny, especially when she lets her guard down. I'd be happy to help her "out".

Anyway, this got me to thinking about coming out stories. What say, gang? Want to share yours - without getting too explicit? It will give us something to talk about.

I was 17 and was spending the night at my best friend Robin's house. Her parents were away for the night and I was keeping her company while she watched her 5-year-old brother. We got him to bed early, and had a night of scary movies, junk food, and alcohol planned. Her parents were pretty liberal and had said we could have a bottle of wine or a few beers. We'd done it before without dire consequences, so they trusted us.

During our first beer and bag of potato chips, we went over the day at school, who was and wasn't still together, the usual teen talk. Robin had a on-again, off-again relationship with a guy from our class. I was seeing someone, too. He was fun to hang out with but I didn't see myself marrying him or anything. As usual, the conversation eventually got around to sex. Neither of us had "gone all the way, " yet, but it was certainly something often considered. Robin started describing the way her boyfriend sometimes touched her - she was going into way more detail than she ever had before. Guess she'd downed that first beer pretty fast! Well, she and I were really tight. We shared everything, but we'd never shared quite that much before. Hearing her describe how her body responded to her boyfriend's touch started getting me really wet. This was a new experience for me. I'd never had that kind of reaction thinking about a woman before. Hell, I'd never thought about a woman like that before, really.

(To be continued...)