Page 58 of In Her Own Way
lesbo_submisso:Sex and Gender can’t be different. I hate this new thing “cis.” If you’re a girl, then you’re a girl. I mean, if you have lady parts, then you’re female. Why is everyone trying to make it weird?
Yes_Ma’am:Transgender people have been around since time began, I think. I don’t personally feel like I’m a man, but then my straight friends don’t get why I love women. It’s unnatural, they say. So, who am I to say that someone who feels like they are in the wrong physical body is unnatural?
lesbo_submisso:It IS unnatural.
“Wow,” Victoria said out loud. “Even queer women can be close-minded and oppressive.”
lesbo_submisso: And I wish they would just stop waving their flags and stop talking about it already. We see you. You won’t let us NOT see you. OMG! And then we’re not supposed to talk about it and make THEM feel weird.
Yes_Ma’am:I like masculine-presenting women. A lot.
Daddy_Vic:A new friend just came out as trans (a trans guy). How do I help him?
Yes_Ma’am:Hi, Daddy Vic. Great topic.
“Whoa,” Victoria said, feeling pounced on. “That was quick. Too fucking quick.”
Yes_Ma’am:Daddy Vic, I’d tell you to feel how you feel and don’t let anyone tell you differently.
Yes_Ma’am:Your truth is your truth, Daddy Vic, and we’re here to support you. I’m here to support you.
Yes_Ma’am:I sent you a private message, Sir.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Victoria said and put her phone down. This woman thought Victoria was a transgender guy. Not true, but that wasn’t the problem. She’d seen this kind of behavior before. The woman had addressed her twice and then called her ‘Sir.’ This was a thirsty, fawning, and frenzied sub who’d made presumptuous assumptions. Victoria snuck a peek at the direct message. It was short, so she could read the whole thing without opening it, which would alert the woman that she’d read it.
Yes_Ma’am:I can change my name toYes_Sir, if that pleases you.
“Holy shit,” Victoria said. She’d had over-the-top women go for her before, and it sucked. Should she reply? No. Bad idea. To engage with crazy had no satisfactory outcome. Victoria ignored the message and, instead, began a new message to Juicy_Babe. Now that was a polite and intelligent woman.
But as Victoria sat there trying to figure out how to tell Juicy_Babe the truth about the shit she’d caused back home, she couldn’t figure out how to start. Telling Tillman had brought it all back up, and it had drained her. And, besides, any way she put it, she’d end up looking like a jerk. Okay, she would own it. Shewasa jerk. The biggest. But Victoria didn’t want Juicy_Babe to write her off. So far, she’d been the only bright spot since her move back to Indy. Her cousin Erin and Tillman, too, but Victoria was in Erin’s way now.
Her phone rang. She recognized the number and answered it. “Inmate call from Stateville Correctional Facility.” She took the call, then went out to her truck to talk to her father in private.
They talked for a while and when she hung up, she felt good. It had been nice to connect with him. She’d been finding fewer and fewer people in her corner lately, and his was a grounding voice. Maybe she should go up to see him. No, he’d hate that. Frustrated that he insisted she keep family first, Victoria tucked her phone in her shirt pocket and took herself to Rose’s Diner for some comfort food. She allowed herself to wonder whether Juicy_Babe liked diners and whether she would like this one.
Once at work, she worked out with Kimo as usual and then settled in for a long night. She checked theKinksgroup and saw that no one had added to her Gender post. And, sadly, Juicy_Babe hadn’t sent any messages, so she just closed the app. She still wasn’t ready for the soul-revealing text she wanted to share with the woman she had feels for. Yes, she admitted it. She was growing feelings for the intelligent woman who lived somewhere in the eastern time zone.
“Why am I having all these feelings?” She wasn’t used to it.
She clicked back to the messages app and typed a long message to Juicy_Babe, telling her everything that had happened in Denton Heights and her nefarious role in it. Her finger hovered over the send button. She closed her eyes and felt the shame all over again. Maybe it was better to let all that shit flow down the river, never to be seen again. Why bring it up? And to a stranger? Why the hell was she airing her dirty laundry all over the internet? She didn’t know this woman.
She deleted the message and didn’t send it. Maybe she’d giveKinksa rest for a while. Just a few days to let her brain adjust itself and let Yes_Ma’am find someone else to lust after.
What to do now? What she did best. “Time to patrol.”
Back in the office and chilled from the uneventful patrol, she turned on the hot water boiler. Erin stocked teas, coffee, and hot chocolate. One of the tea bags was conveniently sitting on the tray, so she grabbed it.
“Chamomile Infused Herbal Tea,” she said. “Nice.” Once made, she sipped her tea and then put her feet up on the desk. She slid down and rested her head on the back of the chair. She felt herself dozing. That was okay. She’d done this practically every shift working for Erin. She’d wink out for a few minutes and then wake up before anyone noticed. She smiled, too sleepy to actually laugh. There was no one there to see her sleeping on the job.
She burrowed her nose in the supple cleavage. So soft, she thought. She turned her head and kissed the offered breast and then sucked hard. She liked her women to have a souvenir to remember her by long after she’d had them. Gentle hands encouraged her explorations, but, as all women did, they pushed her head lower to the spot of most need. Legs spread. Victoria inhaled the scent between the fleshy thighs. “Yes,” she murmured. She always did favor a plus-sized woman. She bit her way up from the woman’s knee to her center and dove in like she was starving. The woman tousled her hair, letting out the occasional soft moan. Was it Sunday morning? Victoria loved lazy Sunday morning sex. A flash of arousal hit all the right nerves, and she heard herself moan.
It was then reality crept in, but just on the very edges. “Mmm,” she groaned, lamenting the fact that she knew she was dreaming, but not wanting it to end. So, she didn’t let it.
She pulled the woman’s legs apart even further. She needed room to work. She was gentle with her ministrations. Long, slow thrusts with her fingers inside her very wet woman, making sure to rake over the G-spot. Slow licks over the clit. She gave tinyand gentle flicks of her tongue until the woman underneath her started writhing.
“Yes,” Victoria murmured out loud again. Her ears heard the sound of her own voice in the real world, but she refused to listen until the woman climaxed.
“Fuck me, baby,” the woman pleaded. “Harder.”
