Lesbian Bed Death

Lesbian Bed Death (n.) - When the sexual intimacy between a lesbian couple has ceased.

Before I had even delved into the newly opened universe of lesbian sex, I had already developed an innate fear of the inevitable doom of LBD.

As someone who had only really ever dabbled in kissing girls whilst being eleven vodka sodas deep, I really had no idea what to expect, or what was expected, when dating a female. I had the same questions every male seems to blatantly want answers to (and definitely has no hesitation asking when they spot a lesbian couple) - How do you fuck?

After a sexually driven decision, I finally tried the taco.

My relation/friend-ship with C had heated up and there had seemed to be an unforgiving and thick cloud of tension perpetually brooding, but I always found myself harrowed with angst. Why was I so afraid of taking this one step further? Why was I cockblocking myself? Was I ALREADY initiating LBD?

As a seemingly straight Taurus I'm constantly making cautiously curated decisions, so being in the situation that I was in with C, I was compelled to pick something off the menu that I would normally just browse through. After a sexually driven decision, I finally tried the taco. I had to rake my brain of all the porn I had seen and implement my hours of education into action. But be warned, porn is someone else's reality - not yours.

I had to learn how her body worked, how with each surprisingly simple action there was an even better reaction. Seeing my handiwork paying off was a reward that I hadn't expected. The fears and reservations that I had were slipping away and with each eruptive orgasm came more confidence and assurance. One thing that I still hadn't unlocked the answer to was when does the LBD kick in?

LBD was no where in sight but it was a conversation that C and I had visited infrequently. With the fear of it ever manifesting into something real it made me want to make sure that it remained as a fabricated fable in our story and that it was only ever found within the pages of a google search and not in-between our sheets.

C did things to me that no one had done to me before, but something had - my Little Black Dress. She has a way of making me feel comfortable, alive, gave me the courage to explore and discover. With this in mind, it made me realise that LBD wasn't something that I needed to worry about, because with her it would be banished to the depths of google hell.

So maybe all it takes to cure Lesbian Bed Death is a Little Black Dress?...

Little Black Dress (n.) - The one that makes you feel sexy AF and a force to be reckoned with