What is it about lesbian relationships that seem to make most of us lose all sense of boundaries? Each time, its as if weve never done it before. That tingly excitement of falling into a new person just takes over, and we are left to helplessly watch ourselves repeat the same pattern.
Perhaps women are easier to connect with. All those emotions running high, feeding on personal conversations that seem to flow of their own accord. The physical intimacy comes more easily as well. Soft, accommodating and utterly intoxicating.
Its been seven days, and Im no longer sure I know where I end and where she begins.