Downloading A Secret Never Shared: An Erotic Lesbian Novel
I have kept my sexual proclivities quiet and private for the most part. In
this day and age it is easy to go on line when you are lonely and find
something to ring your chimes. I figure with all the headaches and
entanglements of relationships why try anymore? Perhaps it is my age, I am no longer
naïve, and am quite worldly I suppose. Searching for the long term love of
my life seems hopeless, so I am slowly adapting to a solitary life.
Perhaps I am lazy, perhaps a realist but I have tried so many failed
relationships and am quite frankly tired of the hurt and disappointment. I know,
I know, if it always fails, you have to consider the source, perhaps it is
my fault? I do, I am not blameless but it seems that each new relationship
builds like a wildfire and then the flames go out, leaving just the
property damage.
My final desperate leap of faith was to blame the USA, perhaps I could be happier in another country, and perhaps the women there will be different? My life is in pretty good shape, so I made a decision to head to Europe for an extended stay, since I have always heard the European women are sexually freer than the uptight American women.
I took a sabbatical from the university, for one year and bought a plane ticket to Sweden. Why Sweden, well I have always liked the full bodied blond look but upon research, found the majority of Swedish women to be brunettes and nice looking. It was a starting point anyway; I had every intention to sample the faire across the continent.
If this sounds like a midlife crisis, I would not deny it, I am in a sexual crisis and I am approaching mid life. The plane flight was many hours, so I splurged and bought a first class ticket. After two glasses of champagne, the Swedish Air flight attendants did seem very exotic and quite appealing, but eventually I fell asleep and missed most of the flight experience. I do have a weakness for foreign accents, perhaps because my family travelled a lot as a child.
When I was awakened, there was a very buxom blond flight attendant nearly whispering in my ear, to fasten my seatbelt and prepare for landing. She was quite kind and smelled magnificent. I looked around in a state of embarrassment, to see if I had caused a scene, as the content of my dreams drifted back. I was off in a world of free sexual encounters with no limits with one or two or sometimes a roomful of female partners. I think my face was flushed still, I finally got dragged back to reality at immigration.
My final desperate leap of faith was to blame the USA, perhaps I could be happier in another country, and perhaps the women there will be different? My life is in pretty good shape, so I made a decision to head to Europe for an extended stay, since I have always heard the European women are sexually freer than the uptight American women.
I took a sabbatical from the university, for one year and bought a plane ticket to Sweden. Why Sweden, well I have always liked the full bodied blond look but upon research, found the majority of Swedish women to be brunettes and nice looking. It was a starting point anyway; I had every intention to sample the faire across the continent.
If this sounds like a midlife crisis, I would not deny it, I am in a sexual crisis and I am approaching mid life. The plane flight was many hours, so I splurged and bought a first class ticket. After two glasses of champagne, the Swedish Air flight attendants did seem very exotic and quite appealing, but eventually I fell asleep and missed most of the flight experience. I do have a weakness for foreign accents, perhaps because my family travelled a lot as a child.
When I was awakened, there was a very buxom blond flight attendant nearly whispering in my ear, to fasten my seatbelt and prepare for landing. She was quite kind and smelled magnificent. I looked around in a state of embarrassment, to see if I had caused a scene, as the content of my dreams drifted back. I was off in a world of free sexual encounters with no limits with one or two or sometimes a roomful of female partners. I think my face was flushed still, I finally got dragged back to reality at immigration.