...Connoisseur of the Cunt

Our conversation teetered to the point of being tasteless. Maybe the word “tasteless” is not appropriate in this context. We are after all having a conversation on “Connoisseur of the Cunt”. I believe that pussy gourmet is one of Marianne’s many specialties. She has been a lesbian for as long as I could remember, not that it mattered to me. Her sexuality both her strength and weakness depending on which perspective (crooked or straight view) you take, reinforces a notion that “A Woman Knows a Woman Best”. Her partner has been with her for 15 years, longer than most heterosexual union that I know of.

It was already running late and my mind was numbed with nonsensical albeit interesting verbal barrage from Marianne. I looked at her in the dimness of the café. Her long jet black hair frames the sharp oriental feature, which is deep set on milky flawless skin. Most men will find her features unique, not overly beautiful though but sensual to say the least.

“So there is no difference whether you are licking ass or eating the pussy, because they are all the same!” Marianne added nonchalantly.

With that she sipped her half cup of Mocha flavored –Frappuccino, staining her Estée Lauder glazed lips. Sensing the slight smearing, she instinctively licked her lips clean while pushing the drink towards me.

“Here, please finish it for me.”

After the conversation we had, I politely declined.