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Gyrls

      Or womyn, or femme, or those who are of the opposite sex, or anything else that isn't as demeaning as women or woman. We have to be careful with the words we use to describe them, not because they are weak, which they aren't, but because they are the foundation of this planet, believe it or not. If there is a god then she is a Goddess, hopefully a lesbian too.

      I know some gyrls are weak and inferior, but those are the ones who have been completely brainwashed by society, by the men of society, by the white-straight men of society. I have realized that men have been slaves to womyn for as long as they have been slaves to us. Not to say that I've ever treated a womyn as a slave, though I have been a willing slave to a couple.

      I'm here to speak of womyn, and not of men with penis-envy. The true beauty of a womyn lays within her eyes. I can tell by simple eye-to-eye contact, if this gyrl possesses the qualities I seek. The eyes are the windows to the soul (or something like that), but sometimes the eyes will tell two truths. When I stare into some gyrls' eyes I look for strength, but sometimes the strength lays deep inside and the weaknesses are found on the surface. This weakness is found mostly in womyn who have undergone, what I believe, emotional traumas, like rape, sexual or emotional abuse, or just a really bad relationship. The biggest problem with this, is that I find myself attracted to these cases more than the strong womyn. This can be dangerous, because a womyn who is weak on the surface, generally will not know how to find her inner strength, and she can take you down with her. This also applies to womyn who are weak in general. Strong womyn know what they want and they will not give up when attempting to get it. I have found though, that most of the strong womyn tend to be lesbian, as a guy this looks bad for me. Though like I've mentioned before, I have had relationships with lesbians, because there is more to life then just sexual preference, there is something called love.

      Beyond the eyes, there is the physical beauty of the womyn. I prefer the tall a/o Nordic type womyn: Eve Salvail (Quebec), Kari (Norwegian) from The 3rd and the Mortal, Dolores (Irish) from The Cranberries, Lesley Rankine (Scottish) from Ruby, or someone in that vain. I don't really care too much on appearance as long as they are proportionate. A womyns' entire body must flow. Just look at a thin gyrl with Dolly Parton breasts, I'm sorry but that is very unattractive. The same goes for large womyn with extremely sagging breasts, it isn't a turn on. Talking about breasts, by my personal experience with womyn, I have found that womyn with smaller breasts, or more muscled chests, appear less vain and more sensitive.

      I guess I should talk about the core of the womyn. This is the most sacred part of her body, men have no true sacred areas (though some would say the anus, but gyrls have anuses as well and I wouldn't consider it a holy spot). Her vagina (god I hate that word) is her purity, her virginity, the flower of her passion, the burning lust of her desire (to be vulgar her cunt, or like Calvin says: pussey). "To drink the sweet taste of her nectar on some midwinters night and to enter my burning member into her luscious loins, is an ecstasy all in itself. This secret place is where a gyrl will let you see, once that you've accomplished your ritual of eternal joining. When you are there, then, and only then you will be allowed to see the splendours of the nameless city."

      This higher level can be found in any form of sexual penetration, but vaginal penetration has a special place in my heart, it symbolizes the joining of opposites. The stimulation for orgasm, however, is not as intense as in anal penetration, but it has it's advantages: I prefer tasting the nectar from her vaginal area, than lubricate her anal opening, not that anal stimulation does not please me, but I'd rather be on the receiving end. Note, I prefer womyn with shaved pubic hair, simply because (and this goes for men as well) I don't want to be coughing up hairballs for the rest of the night.

Paris

      That first night in Paris was bizarre, I went to bed shortly after supper, I talked to Anne-Marie about her work. While we talked, Birgit and Anneke went back to work with Guillaume.

      When I hit the bed, I fell asleep almost instantly. I awoke later to movement in the bed, that's when I remembered that Anneke and Birgit were sleeping with me. Then I heard a moan followed by more movement, great (sarcasm), these gyrls were fucking. I couldn't help but listen to their soft mewing. This went on for about an hour till they (finally) fell asleep, and so did I.

      I woke up early the next morning; both of them were laying there, naked in each others' arms (how sweet). I stood there, watching, something about it seemed so romantic. Birgit, I could tell was from Spain, or Portugal, I noticed that her breasts flowed as a continuance of her body. Anneke was more Scandinavian: she was thin with a sharp face; she looked up at me with her grey eyes and I felt lost.

      I walked out of the room taking one last look of her back, at her butt, beautiful. She moved her leg enough for me to see her passion. I felt my cock tingle a bit, but I went to the bathroom and took another shower (a cold one!).

      While I was washing, I notice in the mirror that Anneke was watching me. I started to jack-off; I slid my hand over the entire length of my shaft. I could see that this had an effect on her, she bit her lip and stood there.

      In my head, I pictured her standing there one hand on the door and the other hand rubbing her clit. I moved my hand faster. I knelt down and inserted my soapy fingers into my anus. I could see her open the door wider to get a better look. I continued for a couple more minutes before I came. My cum sprayed on the shower wall.

      At this time I heard Anne-Marie's voice tell Anneke to get away from the door. I finished washing and got out. I walked to the bedroom with a towel around my waste. As I passed the main room I looked into Anneke's eyes with acknowledgement and avoided Anne-Marie's frown. Birgit was still asleep, but I that didn't bother me, I got dressed and went to eat breakfast.

      Guillaume was standing there, in his boxers, making his own breakfast. I purposely pushed myself against him as I reached for some food. He responded by pushing back at me. I went back to the table and ate, staring occasionally at him, or at Anneke who was being groomed.

      Guillaume reached over to me and whispered in my ear "She's a virgin you know." I looked at him puzzled and surprised at his statements. He continued, "and she wants you, it's written on her face." I didn't reply, I just swallowed my food.

      That day Guillaume had to buy paint and I felt like exploring Paris with him. We didn't leave until the end of the day. He first had to finish Anneke's part of the portrait. He made her look morbid, and dark (well darker) and in that outfit she was frightful.

      While he painted, I sat and talked with Anne-Marie again, we spoke for awhile, then I went out on the town with Guillaume. We got back around midnight and I was tired, so I went directly to bed. A couple of hours later, I woke up as Birgit was stripping Anneke, I watched them and my eyes met with Anneke, she smiled sensually and the show commenced.

      Birgit seemed more experienced, or at least in control. Birgit pulled Anneke closer and passionately kissed her lips, Anneke simply melted into her arms. Birgit ran her hands around Anneke breasts and gently stroked her nipples. Then she kissed each of them. Birgit traced circles down Anneke stomach with her fingers, each circle going lower and lower until she reached Anneke's gentle, soft-core. Gently she reached down and cupped her core with her hand, Anneke responded with a slight jerk and a gasp. Birgit kissed each nipple again, then descended her stomach kissing, licking and biting softly into Anneke's warm, tender flesh, all the way down to her love nest. Birgit spread her legs and gently ran the tip of her tongue the full length of the slit. Suddenly Anneke spasmed as if she had been shocked. I shuddered too. She arched her back pressing her cunt against Birgit's face. Birgit continued her oral work and Anneke slithered across the bed until her head was pressed against mine. Her hair was wet with sweat, and she was breathing hard, her hand brushed across my covered crotch and I came. She turned her head and looked at me and she knew. She then began to fuck Birgit's face, humping her pelvis wildly and holding Birgit's face in place.

      She looked at me and quietly moaned "fuck me," but I just looked at her. Birgit looked up, her face was covered with sweat and Anneke's lubricant, then she continued. Eventually, she screamed. "Oh God I'm going to cum." Her body rocked back and forth, then she let out a violent scream, her body shook violently, then she passed out.

      The next morning when I awoke, Anneke was sleeping alone next to me. She lay on her back with one breast exposed. I reached out and lightly stroked it, she moved slightly then rolled over.

      As I got dressed I heard her voice whisper. "I want you, Andrew, please."

      I sat on the bed, kissed her on the cheek and said I couldn't. She took my hand and pulled it down to her crotch, I pulled away.

      "Why?"

      "I can't, it just isn't right."

      "I don't understand."

      "I'm not ready."

      She turned back and fell back asleep, I got dressed and went to the kitchen Guillaume was alone.

      "Where's everyone?"

      "Anne-Marie took Birgit to her apartment for some fun."

      "Huh?"

      "Anne-Marie like to play with her models from time to time she left you Anneke though."

      "I don't want Anneke."

      I walked up to Guillaume and pulled him by the hand into the bathroom. "I need to wash, can you help me." (How cheesy)

      He looked up at me and we kissed, I purposely left the bathroom door open. Slowly I knelt down and pulled out Guillaume's cock, he wasn't big or long, but he was just right for the mood I was in. I needed to be fucked, and a big cock hurts too much. His cock smelled of womyn, but that was fine. I licked his head, then took in his entire shaft.

      Behind him I could see Anneke standing naked. I pulled open Guillaume's asscheeks, and waved to Anneke. She walked up to Guillaume and kneeled down. She pressed her tongue into his ass. Guillaume was shocked, his cock jerked violently and he came into my mouth. He bent over and took his turn on my cock while Anneke continued playing at his ass. I let him suck me until I was sure his cock was ready for me, and it was. I pulled him off and positioned myself for him.

      Anneke sat on the counter burying her hand in her cunt. Guillaume wasn't gentle he rammed his prick in hard, and I let out a yell with every stroke, they were long, fast and hard. I watched Anneke follow at the same rhythm with her fingers, my orgasm hit simultaneously as hers. As soon as she came, she got up and walked out. Guillaume wasn't into anal penetration, so we played around until we were both dead.

      During the next couple of weeks, I fucked with Guillaume a lot. I also had an opportunity to try out some french treats. The closest I came to being with Anneke, was placing my leg between hers and letting her rub against it until she came, I regret not sleeping with her.

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