My First Lesbian Encounter

So it’s been a while since I have written. Not because I have nothing to say, but to be quite frank, I don’t yet think I have got over the trauma of recent events.

I’m going to set the scene as I feel like you should take this journey with me.

It was a cold dark night; and all was quiet in the town. I made my way to the beauty salon, for which was going to be an eventful, yet rewarding evening...or so I thought. Sweaty palmed I sat nervously awaiting my fate in the salon, when finally my time had come.

Making my way through to the back room, a muffled classical song played in the background, although it started to really piss me off as I felt like it was mocking me, playing all sweet an innocent sounds knowing exactly what I was about to endure.

After my recent ‘Hair Today, Gone tomorrow’ post I thought it would only be fair to put my words into action, and take the plunge of choosing a hair style, and to get ‘re-shaped’ or lets re-phrase that to: a number one all over please.

I think at this point I was more nervous about getting the old vajay out in front of the girl more than anything. She asked to see whether I had grown the garden enough for a trim.... so I thought here we go. The knickers came off. I think in my head I thought, a quick look, then the knickers would go back on. No. Couldn’t have been more wrong. She started stroking, I repeat stroking the welcome mat. Not only was she stroking my hair for a whole minute, but carried on talking to me like it was completely normal. Oh my god. That’s it. I’m a lesbian.

So she left the room so I could get ‘comfortable’ her words, not mine. The vajay was out. Blatantly just there, chillin out on the bed. Ok, so I’m not exactly shy, but I don’t go running round with my Minnie out. She came back in the room and started the removal of the hair. Wow, it buuurrrrns. As she made her way up my leg (this is normally kinky in a porno), but no, absolute worlds apart. I think this is the part where she said ‘Sorry if I seem weird when I saw it, but I love a good challenge.’ Are you shitting me??? Don’t call the sacred temple ‘it’ and also a CHALLENGE???? Ok. Breath. As she made her way around down below, the thought of someone constantly down there had disappeared and I had started to relax....until...possibly one of the weirdest moments of my life....

Now picture this....legs in the air, head on the pillow, girl? Nowhere to be seen until, PEEK A FRICKIN BOO...she pops up between my legs...to say...and I quote ‘Sorry about where my head it, but this is great’. Great? Great? What exactly could be great? Oh my god, I really am a lesbian.

So now, 2 weeks later. The ability to walk has slowly crept back into my life. My vagina? You may wonder. Put it this way, it has seen better days. The hair has gone, along with my dignity!!