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  • — Dreams and Wishes —
    Lesbian Female / 29

    Yes, well I am the stereotype lesbian girl's coach. I am from Michigan, of German descent, five foot seven, 155 pounds fit, blue eyes, blonde hair and I like girls. I liked girls when I was the kid in school soccer practice. I liked girls when I became my coach's helper. I liked girls when I went to college and got a degree in English and later in physical therapy. I just like girls.

    I have been in love, in college with a girl who played intramurals. But mostly I am in a state of lust, desire. When I am coaching I can pick a girl out and I can watch all her muscles work, I imagine her private parts and what I would do with them. I am a pretty forward person and I am in the locker room when the girls change. I have open discussions with them and I have had more than one girl come out to me first.

    I have never acted out my desires with pupils. Unfortunately for that I have to play the field with older women. I have little if any interest in a relationship, I go out for sex, one night stands. I am the stud so I do the pursuing. Mostly I focus on recent college graduates, I just don't seem to be able to connect with girls who never went to college.

    I am 29 and I know my window is closing on me. I looked up the girl I was in love with and we went out for a while, but in the end we are better friends than lovers. If I was going to fall in love I would look for a girl who is into something like interior design, fashion, I like girls who turn heads when they walk in, I also like a girl who isn't scared to take off her panties and give them to me as a prize. I just haven't met that girl.

    Well I have, she is just not into a woman, she teaches seventh grade where I work, she is beautiful to me, and she is a natural artist, everything she touches she makes beautiful, she dresses and leaves people, mainly men speechless, and when she walks into the room I stop talking and sit beside her. If only she stopped saying we can only be friends. I don't have the guts to ask her for her panties, I barely can ask her to spend the afternoon with me helping me on some lame school project I make up for us to spend time together.

    #39863 — Comments (1) — Apr 2, 2018 at 9:09 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    I would urge you to accept the fact and move on. Only when your door is open will you stand a chance to meet the right woman.
    4/2/18




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