Why I’ll never be a full lesbian…

You know, it doesn’t seem to matter what I am using or what position I am in. I’ve tried it with dildos, vibes, my gear shift knob, my fingers, and miscellaneous household objects, with just about anything and every thing I can think of. I’ve done it on my hands and knees on my back, with one leg up. I’ve tried putting the base on the floor and bouncing up and down. I’ve put it up against a wall and pushed against it. It doesn’t matter. Nothing that I do makes it so that I can fuck myself hard enough to make it feel just right. Nothing can take me to that place where I am balancing between the pleasure of being fucked and the pain of having a cock battering my insides.

Of course, when I’m trying to simulate hard fucking it still feels good, but it’s that kind of feeling you get when you are almost there, but not quite. You know where you want to go but you just can’t get there. It’s frustrating as hell.

Besides, I have never actually had a toy, or object I’ve converted into a toy, that’s felt like a real cock anyway. They all just feel like random objects that fall short of the glory that is a real, hard, throbbing, piece of flesh designed for fucking.

Of course, if there’s some woman out there who’s willing to try to convert me into a full fledged lesbian anyway, I’m more than willing to submit to that kind of training. Who knows? A woman with a strap on may be able to fuck me just like I like. Of course, I’d not refuse returning the favor. It could be a mutually beneficial experiment.