Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 01:43:48 -0400 (EDT)
From: Violet295@aol.com
Subject: Le Affaire Pt 1

Le Affaire

I was frustrated with dating, clubs, introductions, pick ups and one night
stands. One night I had a couple, well three glasses of red wine and was
checking my email. It hit me that the whole world was on the web and I had
not tried that approach yet. Inside I laughed, knowing I was headed into
the world of freaks and geeks and con artist but I had a buzz on and was
figuring if I watch myself, what I say, it is affaires at an arms length
and who gets hurt. The worst case scenario is I get turned on and
masturbate myself to sleep.

I went to Google and typed in free lesbian dating. My goodness thousands of
sites came up. I explored a few and found out most were not free, just free
to browse. I settled on a site that offered a premium membership but
allowed members to contact you as a free member. I went through the whole
profile rigamorow and got on the site. I browsed hundreds of pictures and
bios; a few I sent kisses too, almost hoping there would be no response.

I had some brief chats but no real hits on my profile while I was
online. Eventually I searched some tribing sites, and got my self off to
the fantasy of me being the one panting and getting my pussy pumped by
another woman. I was able to get my sexual frustration out and sign off and
go to bed.

A few days later I had forgotten about signing up to the site and was
surfing and drinking wine again (coincidence?) and found a favorite I had
saved of the lesbian site.

I went there and after having them send me my password I had forgotten, I
signed in and found four emails. One was crass, it sounded like a male
trying to fake being a female, one was very immature, one was very blue
collar and one was very interesting but somewhat disjointed.

This is the one I decided to pursue; I first checked her profile, finding a
very mature brunette with stylish short hair and long legs, a very hard
body and a smile that could belong to a model. I figured she was too good
to be true but cast fate to the wind and sent her a short polite
introduction email. I forgot it and looked over the women who were
currently on line and eventually decided to revisit the tribing site and
well, nature took her course again. I slept like a well fed baby.

Friday night I was alone and (a pattern here) having a cocktail and decided
to check my lesbian email for grins. I had a response from my model. I read
it carefully and was not quite sure what to make of it. Her syntax was
poor, her grammar worse but her meaning was beautiful. I felt she sincerely
liked me and my profile and wanted to talk in real time.

I knew better than to give out my phone number, so I wrote her back a short
sweet note, indicating I was willing to get to know her further. Do I
really have to tell you what I did next after my third cocktail? Damn
tribing is so sexy; I have to have a partner that knows how to do it, so I
can live out my fantasies.

I was a good girl for a week and a half and busy, staying away from the
internet and working hard, then one Thursday night I had a bad day at work
and picked up a bottle of Shiraz on the way home, drank a couple glasses,
considered calling an old girlfriend and realized I was over her and the
meaningless sex. I booted up the computer and went back to the Lesbian
site.

This time I had an email from my new correspondent and she introduced
herself as Yvette, she was a transplanted French woman considerably older
than me. I was taken by her persistence and loving words and decided that
her syntax and such was due to the language barrier. I felt more secure and
began to open up more with her. I was writing her and email as my
notification bleeped telling me I had someone on line wanting to talk.

I opened the site and loe and behold it was Yvette.  We began conversing
and getting to know each other, and I found her incredibly charming and
fascinating, sex was no where near the table, we were enthralled with each
others backgrounds and talked for a couple hours. She unlike me was a life
long lesbian, I was a ten year convert and still not ruling out finding the
perfect gentleman but in serious doubt at this point. I was with all women
for the past ten years, but left the door open, just in case.

It turned out she had been a model in her youth in fact that led her to New
York and the USA. She was fifteen years my senior but I have to say she had
the looks of a woman half her age, she kept herself in tip top shape and
had impeccable taste and style.

I found her charming and irresistible even if she was a cougar. As we
talked, we bonded and we opened up and got friendlier and closer and I
found myself wanting to get even closer to her. Her charm was out of this
world.

Now I have to confess that I have a thing for the French Language, I get
wet at the sound of French, even though I have no idea what is being
said. Yvette began to write occasional sentences in French and I was a
basket case. Each time I knew she was wooing me in her native tongue. As we
got to know each other over the next few months, she wowed me with French,
I would go online and translate it and be beside myself in love. Of course
I never told her, I was still so paranoid of the internet, I was sure it
was a guy trying to talk me out of my life savings. However deep inside she
had my heart and could do as she wished with it.

It bears mentioning that I am a true lipstick lesbian; I think women are
their sexiest when they are made up and dressed; I am not really interested
in the butch scene at all. The perfect scent on a woman will release my
most innermost passions, I melt at the thought.

It turns out that Yvette was just such a woman, all the photos she emailed
me were of her dressed with taste and an inherent sexuality. There was not
a drop of butch in her.

Time passed and she begged me to call her, she pleaded, she cajoled. I
resisted, at first out of fear of the internet, later because I had fallen
so deeply for her that I was afraid I was not worthy of her. She had my
motor racing; I would sign on as soon as I got home and we learned each
others schedules and made extra efforts to be there for each other. Soon we
were not pen pals but estranged lovers, wanting to reunite. We eventually
got around to discussing sex and would you believe it, one night when I had
her in a very passionate mood she said to me. "I want to take your legs and
scissor them in mine, bringing our love together, so we can feel each
others innermost love."

It took me nearly two minutes to respond, I had just realized she was my
soul mate and we had to meet. The moment I realized that her idea of sex
was tribing, I was sunk. The relationship now had to move to the next level



Still for several weeks we wrote each other, and talked in real time,
getting closer and closer. Her personality continued to develop and I
realized She was who she claimed to be. She was humble, yet sexy, wild yet
innocent.  Her age became less and less a factor, her personality became
the only key issue. She made me laugh, she made me cry, and she was my
bonded heart and soul. My groin ached for her, my mind desired her and my
whole being found her irresistible. The day came when she left me a vocal
recording on my email. I was out of my mind in love with her at that
moment; I had forbidden her to call me because I knew I would fall for her
like a ton of bricks. Her accent and her voice closed the deal.



We lived twelve hundred miles apart, but the distance seemed insignificant.
I now knew I had my soul mate and only true love. We planned it so I would
fly in and meet her at her home.

I told her not to pick me up, I wanted to be in private when we met, I had
our first kiss emblazoned in my mind and it was not a public event. I was a
wild woman so, I could only see us as clandestine lovers for the first few
days.  I was afraid my passion would embarrass her or me or both of us.

When the Taxi dropped me at her door, I almost got back in and went back to
the airport. I tipped him and took a deep breath. I went to the door and
there she was waiting for me. Her dark short cut hair, her tall lanky body
and her perfect breast barely hidden beneath her sheer top. There were no
words, we both just embraced and kissed deeply, like we were old lovers
reunited. My knees went weak, her embrace, her scent; her whole being was
everything I had imagined. I nearly came on the spot, I knew I was home and
I had found my life mate.