I'm into keeping fit; the normal stuff like gym three times a week and long runs that turn into walks in the country, but for years I have had a few s...xual hang-ups that have ... how can I put it? That frustrated me...For longer than I care to admit, I tried hard to be a good straight girl. Dated nice guys and tried to enjoy 'normal' straight sex. I did flirt around with girls on and off and although, by my late twenties, I had decided I was definitely more lesbian than straight, there was till. Well, I was a little tiredand came pretty quickly. It happens, but I guess she didn't like the fact Iimmediately rolled over and went to sleep. Holly had to go to work early thenext morning and was gone by the time I got up. When I got out of bed this notewas taped to the mirror: "This weekend I will beserved completely; no exceptions. Over the past few months you have displayedmixed signals about your servitude to me. This will simply not do. You say youwant to serve me and then you abruptly. A few months went by, I saw this guy when we were working about once a week, it wasn't really that awkward seeing him. It was like we shared a little naughty secret, I hadn't felt such a thrill since that night (even though I'd had sex since). It lay between us, not spoken about but there, leaving a level of sexual tension still there. We became friends, he borrowed my DVDs and stuffOne weekend around Easter I'd arranged to pick up a film from his - I'd had a really naughty morning, getting. At first I thought she was a hooker, but she alleged she is in school now and was trying to make a go. You could see the rough street in her. She was now 38 years old.She needed help with her resume so I offered her help and we went to the room.She had water and I had some Coors and got her resume in order. I had a nice suite and was in the living room working with her. She left for the bathroom, and when she got back, she got drowsier and drowsier. And eventually slurring and incoherent. I.