No Virgin for me : (

If you read my diary three weeks ago, you’re probably wondering what happened with Jane, the Korean virgin that I thought was trying to get into my panties, or at least inviting me to try and get into hers.

To recap, I volunteer as an English tutor. I've been meeting with a Korean student named Jane for about eight months now. I know that Jane is a virgin. She told me that she always assumed that she would wait until marriage before having sex, but since leaving South Korea, she's been exposed to many different ideas of sex and sexuality.

She was late for a couple of appointments in a row and told that if she were late again she would buy me dinner. I don't know, maybe that's a common thing in S. Korea, but to me, it sounds like a way to get a date without actually saying that she wanted a date.

Well, she wasn’t late and has been consistently on time for her appointments.

Drat!

I don’t know if I’m more disappointed or relieved. On one hand, virgins are weird and I really don’t need one falling in love with me right now. My emotions are topsy-turvey enough because of Jenn. It seems like everyday Jenn has yet another perverted fantasy to act out with me. It’s a great adventure, but can be quite draining as well, in a psychological kind of way. So I really don’t need the task of guiding a virgin into womanhood on top of all of that.

On the other hand, I’ll admit that for that first week that I thought Jane was trying to start something with me, I masturbated four times while thinking about her. I imagined having her over, sitting on my futon with her and giving her a glass of wine, which she would feel almost immediately, since she is just a tender little thing. I don’t think I would try any seduction at all. I would just lean over and kiss her, running one hand through her hair and keeping the other one on her back to keep her from getting away. If she didn’t protest too much I would kiss her neck and behind her ear. I would squeeze her bum and rub her nipples through her shirt. I wouldn’t do anything rough with her. I’d be afraid of breaking her.

I’d get her clothes off as quickly as I could, but continue kissing her the whole time, to make sure that she didn’t change her mind. After getting her clothes off, I would spend some time on her nipples, kissing and licking them, maybe gently nibbling, but I would want to get down to her sweet virgin pussy as quickly as I could.

I would eat her like ice cream, savouring every gentle lick, starting down low and slowly running my rough kitty tongue up her labia until I was tickling her clit with the very tip of my tongue, flicking it back and forth.

I would make her come so good.

And then, it would be her turn to lick me. I would sit on her face and run my fingers through her dark hair. I’m sure that she wouldn’t really know what to do, but I would come anyways. The whole situation would turn me on so much. I would grind my pussy into her sweet little innocent face and smear my juice onto her tongue and into her mouth.

After I came, I would lie on top of her and lick my own pussy juice off of her lips.

Oh Lord, I really need to get myself off right now.

You can see my pussy at my website.