Trapped In Ecstasy

Susie pulled Carol down into her lap and held her arms around her, pulling Carol back firmly against her own chest. She gently caressed the soft white skin of Carol's shoulders, calming the frail and trembling body. Susie buried her face in Carol's red curls, breathing warmly on her lover's arching neck. "You're beautiful, silly. Like an elf, a swan, the moon..." "A pudgy elf." Carol muttered, though a smile had begun to creep up her face. "A divinely pudgy elf." Susie solemnly agreed. At that, Carol turned in Susie's arms and pounced, tickling Susie mercilessly until they fell off the chair and rolled, laughing, across the bare hardwood floor.

I swear I could kill Susie sometimes. The way she looks at men and smiles at them and they come chasing after her with their tongues hanging out and their dicks panting is enough to make any woman sick. And she encourages them with that slightly reserved Massachusetts smile and her oak eyes laughing. Maybe Cathy was right. Maybe you can never really trust bisexuals, even the ones who promise to be faithful. They're always flipping back and forth, always wanting what they don't have.