I don’t want her to realize she’s “straight” I don’t her to become a “tradwife” I don’t want to her realize she was “wrong”. I don’t want a straight girl, those are everywhere. I want to fuck a lesbian. I want a dyke licking my balls, moaning to herself because she loves it so much and it feels so wrong. I want her telling me she hates me as I fuck her tight off-limits cunt, biting off her words about how disgusting I am for wanting to fuck a dyke while she bounces back on it. I want her seducing girls I try to hit on for herself, not sharing them, just proving to me what she is and how much better she is, telling me about their bodies and how much they loved fucking her and how I don’t deserve them while I’m balls deep in her ass, trying to piss me off, lashing out trying to make feel just as bad as she does for fucking me. I want a girl that wears boots and goes to book club readings and fucking hates herself when she gets on her knees and sucks my cock, hates that she genuinely likes the way my crotch smells and burying her face in it. I want her to have girlfriends, to go on dates, to try to stay away, and the first time they get in a fight she’s back in my apartment, throating me to the base and telling me to shut the fuck up when I goad her about it. I want pride pins on her jacket and arguments over who makes girls cum more. I want anger over how much her body reacts to sex with me. I want that. Why the fuck would I want her to be straight and ruin exactly what I love about her












