Even one fawn streak of her electrons stipples the entire screen. They can wrap me 'round in a stream of golden spice when I stroke her left whisker, enter me as blue lightning as she captures my files in her glowing paws. With great difficulty and the feline patience of an old tomgirl, not a baby dyke. Cyberpersonals tend to exhaust and sadden, a universe of the desperate, walling to be loved. Instead, I moved my concentration into the sex and romance newsgroups thicket.
Electrons can laugh mirthlessly.
Just like Celeste's first book, Lesbian Love Advisor, Polyfidelity keeps your neurons firing faster than you can take a breath to laugh, swoon, and read in bed to your favorite lip warmer.