From: j_babylo@oz.plymouth.edu (Jessica L. Babylon)
Subject: Re: Roseanne and The "Faggot" Insult (was Re: When Lesbians Kiss)
Summary: ???
Keywords: Roseanne, Newsweek, Unconcious marines, straight friends, Too Out
Organization: Plymouth State College - Plymouth, NH.
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 92 18:49:30 GMT

In article <1992Dec18.034451.24187@u.washington.edu> rhiann@carson.u.washington.edu (Sandy --not Sandra) writes:
>In article <1992Dec16.195318.19119@exu.ericsson.se> exukev@exu.ericsson.se (Kevin Autrey) writes:
>>
>>Also - 
>>
>>Is there such a thing as being "too out"?  I'm becoming interested in
>>this guy that makes me look like I'm cowering in the farthest darkest
>>corner of The Closet - me - the same person who rampaged through my
>>neighborhood in order to find out who was distributing the anti-gay
>>literature for one of the local Republican judicial candidates.
>>Anyway, he wonders why I would feel awkward at holding his hand
>>walking down the mall.  *I* wonder why I would feel awkward holding
>>his hand walking down the mall.  
>
>There is a great "Dykes To Watch Out For" cartoon along this line: This
>one dyke talking to another in a restaurant, going on about just how out
>she is: out to her parents *and* boss, wears gay pins in public, etc, etc,
>and in the next to the last box, when the other women reaches across the table
>and takes her hand...  She freaks!     
>
>I am very physically affectionate, and not very well-mannered in public;
>I *believe* in P(hysical) D(isplays of) A(ffection).  I don't think I
>could date someone any more that wasn't willing to let me kiss them or
>put my arm around them in public.
>
>My SO sometimes gets nervous if we are around kids and their parents in
>public.  I don't know for sure if this is because she really does think it
>(lesbo sex...) is too dirty to be seen by children ;-) or she just is
>afraid some protective parent is going to kill us someday.  ((I know it
>pissed me off, but I try to let her have a comfort level))
>
All hail the PDA 'ers there are so few of us left it makes me wonder
why anyone bothers to complain (in NH they *still* do) anymore. Sigh.
Um, this probly isn't the most appropo place to send this, but it is
MOTSS stuff and i really want to get people's reactions to it, not
only wimmin but men, too, and whoever else happens to lurk here ******
warning homophobics (male and female) do hit 'n' right now as this
following short story deals with some very kind and caring and gentle
F/F sex and i've found most straight people don't deal well with
finding out that MOTSS can be physically and emotionally close to one
another.shrug.if you read on, you were warned*****





INTRO:

	Imagine this please: a garden in the spring, roses everywhere,
the sweet smell of youth and love and lust is in the air.You run
through the high hedges that form a puzzle, i follow after.When i
catch you we embrace and kiss fervently and then *I* become the
chased.Panting with exertion i find myself in a clearing
surrounded by trees with a stream off to one side and a grassy spot
just perfect for relaxing and daydreaming in.You run up, staring,
trying to catch your breath, i look up and admire your beautiful
heaving breasts and hope you'll join me on this carpet of lush green
grass and you collapse beside me.When your breathing is back to normal
we embrace tightly, kissing passionately, tongues and spirits
intertwining together as we become familiar with each other.
	Now our breathing increases simultaneously in rate, i can feel
your heartbeat through your shirt and want to feel it closer, soft, supple skin
against my hands, face, body.As if with one mind we begin to remove
our shirts, overhead for yours, buttondown for mine, and i gasp with
delight to see your nipples pushing up against the white cotton fabric
of your brassiere.With trembling fingers(due, i expect, to hoping this
is ok for you more than to lust) i unfasten the trappings and your wonderful
breasts come bouncing out joyously relieved of their
entrapment.You reach over to undo mine as well, and touch me gently
when you see my nipples spring to attention at the nippy breeze
running through the glen.Shivering i caress your breasts with the
skillful art of the painter caressing the canvas.I take your nipple
into my mouth lovingly, hoping you aren't scared, and flick my tongue
back and forth and nip gently with my teeth, until i hear a stifled
shriek of pleasure from your lips.
	While still giving lip service to alternating breasts i reach
down and undo your jeans, feeling the wetness that has already begun
to seep through the white cotton of your panties.For a while we
continue to fondle and caress, getting to know one another intimately,
sharing secrets  and desires and exploring the curves and dimples and
hollows of sweet young bodies.Trailing a line of kisses from your
throat, between your breasts, on each nipple, over your trembling
belly, while you run your fingers through my hair moaning softly.
	As my lips reach your soft mound, you quiver so i quickly
plant a deep kiss on your lips trying to reassure you.I look into your
eyes with my deep brown ones, asking you if this is what we want.You
agree and gently push my head down to where destiny has chosen to lead
it.I remove your panties which by now are soaked through, and toss
them to the side.Grinning slyly i kiss your inner thighs, massage your
outer, and then lick your outer lip, going over the top of your mound,
and down the other lip, ending with a sudden thrust of my tongue that
probes deeply to find your clitoris, and when i do, i nip it lightly,
to a satisfactory 'yip' from you and a simultaneous tightening of you
grip on my head.
	Sighing with pleasure i delve deeply into you, exploring every
nook and cranny, every wall of muscle tissue, and withdraw, running my
tongue up and down your crack, from your anus to your clit and back
again, licking around and up and down until you are dizzy from the
sensations and i am drunk with the pleasure of making you happy.I reel
as you orgasm and i partake of the sweet juices from your rubyfruit
jungle knowing i have completed the bond between us, i raise my head,
return to lying beside you, french kiss you so you taste yourself on
my tongue.I drape an arm and a leg over you, nestling my face next to
your breast so you can rest your face in my hair, and together,
finally, we stare up at the blue sky, listening to the stream, and the
breeze, and the sounds of our own beautiful heartbeats.

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