Here’s a link to part one of my sapphic safari:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8z8niq/ff_im_42_a_late_bloomer_and_just_had_sex_with_a/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8z8niq/ff_im_42_a_late_bloomer_and_just_had_sex_with_a/)
Sorry it took me so long to get around to part 2. Work has been unexpectedly, unrepentantly awful this week, and I haven’t had the energy to masturbate, let alone stay up late, chronicling my smutty experiences.
So, when we last saw our heroine, she was in the throes of a rump-shaking orgasm from the oral attention of an ultra-sexy, much younger, boi. After the shudders subsided, and the alternating waves of heat and electricity slowed to a manageable pulse, I could barely move. It wasn’t a physical paralysis, of course, but a deeply emotional one. Imagine the following experience: you go to Disneyland as an adult for the first time, your first ride is the Matterhorn, the evening fireworks display is going on, and when you get to the peak of the mountain and exit the cave (post-Yeti jump-scare), a wall of undulating color erupts in the sky ahead of you, bathing you in warm, radiant light. At the same time, everyone you’ve ever loved and who’s ever had your best interest at heart is floating in a line, just to the left of the tracks, beaming and clapping for you. Oh yeah, and Pennywise the dancing clown is chasing your car down the tracks, screeching “We all float down here!” Now, add a few shots of Five-Hour Energy, a quaalude, and ratchet the intensity up to 11. You have some idea of how I was feeling.