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Over the last four weeks my interviews, exploring people’s sexual nature, have been going well. Not only have friends and colleagues made suggestions by word of mouth, as you do, but I have also received many emails.Then there was the letter. I am not sure how they found out my address, but I arrived home to find a letter on my doormat. I normally just pick up the junk mail every evening and throw it in the recycling. On this occasion, the pink envelope stood out.I dropped my bag just behind the door, picked it up and flipped it over to find a heart-shaped scrawled on the back. It was addressed perfectly, my name and address, correct to the letter. It was also scented. I had to read it.I grabbed a knife and slit it open along the top edge. Picking out the letter, I unfolded it and watched in dismay as a thousand glittering stars fell to the floor. The contents fluttered down and over the kitchen tiles, chair and table.Fuck! I thought. I could do without all this crap.I walked to the lounge and sat down in the chair. I was a little angry with the mess but I read the letter.Surprise!I would like to be your next interviewee. I’ve heard a lot about you and I reckon you would love to talk to me.I can’t tell you my name – not yet anyway. It may come as a bit of a surprise!I have one phrase that I think will convince you – I’m a Lesbian.Emxxx07465408632 to arrangePS, I will help clean up the mess as well.I looked at the writing, then at the number and then at the offer to help. Unless she could get within the next ten minutes then the help would be no fucking good. I looked at the mess in the kitchen. I hurled my trusted Dyson out of the cupboard and looked at the mess one more time before switching it on and cleaning it up.Halfway through, I stopped, picked up the phone and started to dial the number. The phone rang and rang, and finally, a voice, stating the name of Emily, answered.“Hi,” I said, “I’m looking at a mess on my floor at the moment and you said in your letter that you would come and help clean it up?”I nodded as she replied that she was unavailable until Saturday. It was seriously looking like I either did it Beşevler escort myself or waited two days. There was no real option available to me. We chatted for a while, I asked her why she thought that her name would be a surprise to me and she informed me that she would let me into the secret when we meet.“When we meet?” I questioned her. She was adamant that we would, and told me that my curiosity would demand that we did.She was right, of course. I found myself smiling and I knew that her assumptions were correct. We set a date and a time for the interview. I had to do it.oOoSaturday was too far in the future as far as I was concerned, but it came around quickly enough. Mystery guest number one was about to arrive in an hour and I was busy getting things ready for her.I kept wondering how the interview would go. A lesbian. Why was I interviewing a lesbian for fuck’s sake? I considered the situation carefully. There would be no spanking and no caning. Certainly no sex, well, not with me anyway. I came to the conclusion that this would be purely a discussion about lesbian relationships.I was out of my depth on this one but excited at the same time.Six o’clock arrived. There was no knock on the door. Seven arrived and still nothing. I watched the clock on the wall tick by, I made myself another Nespresso coffee and sipped it gently, passing the time of day. I doubled checked the recording device and looked at the door one more time.The coffee was getting to me and I decided to go for a piss. I was in full flow when-The doorbell rang out. Fuck! I thought, why does this happen every time I’m doing something personal.The doorbell rang again, Mystery guest was getting impatient, but fuck it, at my age, things didn’t happen that quickly.I eventually finished and rushed to the door. No-one was there, I looked outside and caught a woman halfway down the corridor. I shouted after her.“Hellooo!”It was a stupid phrase, but what do you call someone that you don’t know. The words registered and she turned around to face me.I could see a wry smile on her face, a pout emerged too and she started Çankaya escort bayan to exercise her long legs back in my direction. When she approached the door, she raised her eyebrows and smiled at me.“Good evening.” She said, “I thought you had got cold feet?”“Emily?” I asked as she extended her hand in my direction. I took her hand and gave it a polite shake; ignoring her comment about my feet. I actually couldn’t believe I was touching a lesbian.“Why don’t you come in, take a seat.”I motioned to the nice leather chair against the mirrored wall and followed her to it. Emily dropped her bag down by the side of the chair and I wondered what a lesbian carried in a bag like that. It was Mulberry and a little larger than most handbags.Emily turned to face me and I sat on the arm of the chair facing her.I guess the interview started a little informally and I didn’t have time to switch the recording machine on. I was admiring her long legs, to be honest about it.“Would you like a drink?” I asked.“I’d love one, please, Gin and Tonic if you have it.”I nodded, got up and made my way to the kitchen.“Nice place you have here,” shouted Emily.“It’s not bad,” I shouted back. The clink-clink of the ice into the glass rang out through the kitchen and I gathered up the tonic water and took it back into the lounge.“I hope you don’t mind,” said Emily, “I switched the machine on for you. Don’t want you missing anything important.”I could tell she was playing with me. I looked behind me and nodded.“That’s very nice of you. Thanks.”I measured the gin and poured it over the ice, opened the can of Fever Tree and poured it into the glass. By the time I turned around Emily was sitting with her legs crossed in the chair. I handed her the drink. She took an immediate and long sip before cradling it in her hands.“I know all about you, you know.”“Do you indeed. Why does that not surprise me? Your letter was very secretive.”I just smiled at her. She bit her lip and smiled back at me. I would hazard a guess that if I were female, I would be standing here naked and her hands would be pawing at my body. Escort Cebeci Kissing my nipples and pushing me over the chair to take me, lesbian style of course.I kept quiet for a while, pondering those sexy thoughts and drinking in her beauty while waiting for her to tell me something important.“My names Emily…”“I know,” I nodded.“Emily Trantor.”My face moved, lots of it moved. My eyes opened, my mouth dropped open a little bit and my smile definitely disappeared. I suddenly felt sweat bead on my forehead.“Emily Trantor.” I retorted, “related to Bill Trantor, chief executive of News Line 24.”Emily nodded with a broad grin on her face. Her smile beamed like a search beacon.I rubbed my finger against my face, covered my mouth with the arch of my hand and drew my hand down over my face, finally cupping my chin and leaving out a big sigh.“You’re Bill Trantor’s wife?” I blurted out in disbelief.“No, not his wife –  his daughter.”I closed my eyes and bit the side of my mouth. I looked up to the ceiling and pondered for a few moments. This was getting worse and worse.“Youngest daughter – I’m in College, University of East London, studying social photography, of all things. Nice place, London.”I contemplated switching the recording machine off and erasing the tape, but I kept being interrupted by this voluptuous woman that could not stop providing me with her details.“I’m finding all sorts of interesting things to do in this wonderful city. You must love working here.”“Yes, it’s a nice place, lots of opportunities.”“Tell me about it.” She winked. “So, where are all these questions then?”I settled back into the chair and for the first time, I was dumbstruck. I kept looking into her shining eyes. She picked up her phone and fiddled with it while returning my stare. She finally put it down by the side of her and crossed her legs; making her short skirt slide along the outside of her leg.  “What attracts you to women?” I blurted out, quickly.“Tits, nipples and that sweet scent that lies deep down between someone’s legs, waiting to be released and tasted by my hot tongue.”“Really?” I nodded my head. She was direct if nothing else.“I just love everything about a woman: long hair, lips that glisten, sensuous curves, prominent breasts, nipples that grow and shrink just like a penis, slippery pussies and like I said, that scent and taste that you can’t get anywhere else in the world. The same taste and smell you probably like.”

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