With you, Gemma, my golden-haired lesbian lover in the snow

I woke up in love with you.  But of course I didn’t say anything. It was my morning secret.  I didn’t want to scare you away, little flower.

I couldn’t believe you were there, next to me in that little bed. 

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” I said.

You smiled at me, “Pretty much like a hardcore lesbian!”

We laughed. 

“Me too.  Rolf texted last night.  He’s been calling all morning, look.”

I showed her my phone.

“My boyfriend Jeremy has been texting me all night too,” she laughed.

“Leave ‘em on read,” I said.

And we kissed.

It was nice to have this away time from the cock, wasn’t it, my love?  I sensed you would be returning to the cock fairly soon though. The thing you responded to most of all last night was my two or even three fingers ramming you.  I get it. I like to be rammed by the cock too.  That’s why I’m bi, and not a “hard-core” lesbian.  And neither are you, my Godlielocks. My Gemma.

But I’m in love with you nevertheless.