My husband's a professor at a prestigious university. Me? What can I say about myself? Not much. I'm just a faculty wife. My friends? I don't have any, not really. Our marriage? Loveless... and sexless. I'm bored out of my mind. Does that answer your question?

One day, out the window, I hear rustles and gasps. Go out and find a couple of students fucking under the hydrangea bushes. Caught, they separate, waiting for me to tear into them... they know, don't they. They all know how frustrated I am, how it hurts to see them. Fire on my cheeks. Blushing or anger? I don't know any more.

And then I grab the girl's thighs and shove my face into her pussy and lick like crazy. My heart nearly stops, with the shock of what I'm doing, and I get all wet with excitement.

And then... I notice I don't really LIKE this! She tastes rank and sweaty, with a semen smell. He must have come in her once or twice already. I go on, to please her, but I wonder if the fantasy excited me more than the reality, or it it's just this particular time (and smell, and girl).

Or that I'm licking her when I want to BE licked!

Still, it's better than nothing. I can learn from it. Learn I like women, not men--I hardly noticed him.

And I like clean femme cunt, not used, man-handled, butch-smelling cunt. You may disagree, find me inhibited--but tastes differ, dear reader.

And now I know mine.

And boredom, and academia, and my husband, and men... ain't it.

DREAM NOTES

• The dream echoes two films I'd recently seen, LIANNA and WHEN NIGHT IS FALLING.
• Academic husband = yuck, I'm married to my own pedantic brain!
• Public sex = I talked about a crush on a girl I know, in therapy today. Baring feelings is like baring bodies...
• Semen smell = the girl I like does seem committed to this boyfriend... sigh!
• I'm a married woman = witnessed my friends Dawn and Tim's marriage license today. The clerk, without looking closely at me, asked whose mom I was! Tim teased "You're our mother-in-law." My slender frame, frizzy hair, love of colorful clothes said female, apparently. I wasn't intentionally in drag... just being me.
• ACTION: Patience! I'm ready--if she's the right one. And if she can accept that she's getting, basically, another woman.

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