Building A Dyke

I found it impossible not to look at her. There sitting like a piece of art, loose t-shirt, long legs, no pants on just boxers and of course, a beautiful face. Had I taken a picture at that moment and showed it to you now you wouldn’t have believed what I’d tell you next. I guess you can call it the irony of life. Lana, in all respects, is a beautiful woman blessed with things most women covet – big firm tits, a shapely ass, a rocking body, and yeah, a beautiful face. Only one thing wrong with her – she’s a dyke. Earlier that morning she came to my door and when I opened it, I saw her expression – she was just about ready to explode. Her face was red, her eyes were on fire and the anger in her voice gave it all away. I asked her what the problem was but she didn’t answer she just barged in and sat in the couch for a long time without really saying anything.