An encounter with a lesbian lover from long ago provides an opportunity for erotic eduction.
The Rabbi and I first knew each other years ago - and here I really do mean "know", in that Biblical, Old Testament sense. We had met as University students, both newly arrived in the Psychology Department, and we had indulged in a breathlessly erotic affair for that first year. At the time, both of us were little more than children and both still shyly exploring our newly-discovered sexuality.
We were both nervous, ashamed, guilty, naive and still very innocent, despite the increasingly intimacy of our caresses. We had spend hours kissing and talking, in between studying our books and writing our essays, wearing only our underwear - too shy to shed even these flimsy articles - kissing and then drawing back, both of us all the time aching to be touched more.
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Reviewed by Winter Knight
2/3/2009
I agree with Mary. Im a glutten for discription and it just wasent there. I really would of like to make a better mental picture with this. Other than that I really enjoyed it.
-Winter
Reviewed by Mary Miller
9/20/2008
It is certainly discriptive of what she is like sexually, but not what is missing, is well, missing. Who are you? What do you look like? How are you dressed/or not? The room is not complete? What does her face look like? You only dressed her from the waist down...Missing her neck, face, hair, arms, and so on...It's a shame, really. Polish should finish this. I felt like I needed a beginning of the story rather than dropping in on the sex right away, it was like coitis intruptus...too fast, too soon. Suggestion would be a build up leading us as a tease to how she got "wet", otherwise, it's just a man's fantasy, not a woman's story. Just my .01 cents. Thanks.
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The Rabbi and I first knew each other years ago - and here I really do mean "know", in that Biblical, Old Testament sense. We had met as University students, both newly arrived in the Psychology Department, and we had indulged in a breathlessly erotic affair for that first year. At the time, both of us were little more than children and both still shyly exploring our newly-discovered sexuality.
