Some think we all write poetry while others think I must have had a tattoo by now.People might think they know lesbians but they don't know a damn thi...g about me. I am a woman that likes other women. I listen to country music and I thought "Ellen' sucked. I am a lesbian but I am also a person with strengths and weaknesses.For example, take Geena. Geena works in my department and her blonde hair burns an ache in my heart that spreads to my belly and into my thighs. Geena and I make jokes about. Given their race was exclusively male this meant finding females of different species to reproduce with and, for some reason, it was believed among dragonkind that human females of a certain higher class of breeding made for the best draconian off-spring.This was what gave rise to the old stories of Dragons kidnapping Princesses and was also the cornerstone of the ancient pact that allowed dragonkind and humankind to stay united as they were. For, again due to the magics of the pact, the Queens. You shoot a glance towards your father, Sneaktrapper, and reflect that twenty years ago, he was standing here, without a name, probably just as nervous and excited as you are now. The thought gives you some comfort. He was able to find his name a mere eighteen months later, when he returned wearing a tiger pelt and leading three slaves. He took two of the slaves as his own, and one of them gave birth to you a short while later. Having a nameless slave for a mother might hold you back in other. It was already late night and my mom and dad were sleeping in different beds.Mom asked me to sleep with her since she was sleeping on double bed and dad was on the single bed. She doesn’t want me to disturb him.I slept with her on the bed and after some time I could feel something on my hands. I thought of taking my hands out but I realized my mom sleeping on my hand. But I could feel the softness of her. I tried to press and see what it is, actually to clear my doubts. I felt one of her.