Good Enough to Eat - Three Stories of Edible Lesbian Erotica (Aunt Fanny Stories) by Aunt Fanny

Author:Aunt Fanny [Fanny, Aunt]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Aunt Fanny
Published: 2011-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

ORANGE VALENTINE

I met Beatriz six years ago in the Fantasy Room of Gay.com. We started our relationship proving the existence of God to a nonbeliever by each bringing up love. If falling in love isn’t a true miracle, I don’t know one. She approached it through her Portuguese Catholicism. I came at it from the gestalt viewpoint of a Higher Being consisting of all living things in the Universe. We found our commonalities, the differences being minor.

We met in March, moved in together, and committed to a monogamous relationship in April. The sex was fantastic, maybe even a little too much for me. I was 43, while Beatriz was 52. Even so, she was in fantastic shape, and enjoyed four to five hours of lovemaking at a time. I on the other hand, was ecstatic after the first hour, satiated after the second, tired during the third, and in pain during the fourth. For me, it was more about the quality of sex, than the quantity. But I didn’t complain, because just weeks before meeting her I’d ended a sexless two year relationship. It seemed like feast or famine to me. I thought maybe I was out of practice.

Our lives began melding together. Her children and grandchildren liked me, and called me Nana. Our community is friendly, and no one has a problem with two older lesbians living peacefully in their neighborhood. We created a joint bank account, keep no passwords on our computers, and try hard to be honest and forthcoming with each other. We call each other ‘Honey,’ or ‘Sweetheart’, or even ‘Babe’ freely, even out in public. We’re a traditional butch/femme couple. Nana wears lipstick, high heels, and jewelry. Beatriz wears starched button down shirts, pleated slacks, and comfortable shoes. She supports my writing, and I support her passion for fishing. We’re good for each other.

As fate would have it, my birthday falls two days before Valentine’s Day. All my life lovers have taken advantage of this fact to buy only one present for the two holidays. Granted, usually a nice piece of jewelry, but still. A woman wants to feel special as a lover on Valentine’s Day, not as if you’re celebrating her birthday two days late.

Beatriz didn’t wait. On the Sunday of my birthday that first year she took me out to dinner at a top notch restaurant. I received a gorgeous amethyst gold ring. We went out drinking and dancing into the wee hours of the morning.

Monday was the legal holiday for Abraham Lincoln’s birthday, and Tuesday, was back to work for everyone in our snowbound town in Minnesota. I had enjoyed immensely our evening out, but I expected that would be it.

I spent Tuesday writing. I’ve only had time to do it since moving in with Beatriz. I’m driven to write, regardless of all the rejection letters pouring in. When I get deep into a book or story, I forget to eat or move from my chair. Beatriz knows this and pulled me out once or twice, just to stretch and eat.

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