I thought it was love at first. Might have just been the sex. We met at a gay club (I should have known)and I knew I had her. She was a beautiful black, thick in the hips, luscious lips, tall, woman. She came up to me. I did not have to say a word. Next thing I know she was melted within my hands. She never was with a woman before and she could have definitely fooled me. I am no fool of course, but sometimes it is very easy to be distracted by a womanly force. That is beside the point. She was a great kisser and I could not back down.
We had this romance going on for about three months and then never spoke again. She would call me, we would chit chat about our days, then an invitation would come into the conversation. I met the parents, she cooked for me once, dined me a couple of times, but it was mostly sex. Okay, it was GREAT sex. She even had one daughter. I do not like children, but it really did not bother me this time. I was just happy when spending time with her.She would stare at me at times and be locked in on a non-intentional pose I would be in and say, "You're so beautiful." It was not love, it was almost love. This is the second time this has happened. She did not seem like the type or my type to be exact to just up and go without an explanation. It was an affair type of relationship I was not proud of. None the less it was a good one. My only justification is that her knew ranked position got the best of her or she was scared to fall for "someone" like me, which she pointed out several times. I do still think about her and each time I convince myself she just was not my type. Straight women for you. They know how to fool us lesbians.
I would post her picture, but I do not want to expose anyone without consent.
