/lit/ - Literature

>>18236734
When it was all settled, she took the car/bus/train/plane/hovercraft from wherever the fuck she lived to wherever the fuck he lived, somewhere in London or something (he hadn't agreed to meet at her place, or even halfway in between-he could be quite selfish sometimes, she thought, but she couldn't stay mad at him), and met him at his favorite Waterstones. She picked out the man with the fedora, their previously agreed-upon sign, and came up to him, hesitating.

"S-Sunhawk?"

"Yes," he said, and left it at that.

Despite that autismal introduction, he soon warmed up and started expostulating, like his normal superficial, pseudo-intellectual /lit/ self, about shit he clearly had no insight into. She was getting quite annoyed with how much he talked about the cashiers (notably less pretty and sluttier than the cashiers from days gone by, according to him) instead of discussing whatever Roman shit she was reading at the moment with her, but as they were leaving she decided to stick close and subtly play his girlfriend while he paid for his books. The girl did give him an appraising glance, she thought, and she was happy for him. Could this be the rumored friendship unknown to NEETs?

She followed him to his flat and sat inside. He offered her some tea, which she gladly accepted. They made brief, stilted attempts at conversation but mostly sat in silence drinking their tea. All the while her mind was racing. She had to do it soon. It was now or never. Quickly, she kissed him.

"But... but I thought you were a lesbian," he said when their lips parted.

She mumbled some bullshit about fluid sexuality and kept kissing him, her image of a female Sunhawk firm in her mind. They moved to his bed and undressed. Slowly, cautiously, he touched her. She helped him along, but the foreplay was still shit. Finally she bade him enter her pussy. He lasted nearly an hour, as he was only used to the wizard death grip he had been using on his dick to masturbate. Butterfly was exhausted, her vagina was chafing, but unexpectedly she started to enjoy it. She must have grown to love him, she postulated in between thrusts, in all those long hours posting in his threads, yearning for his attention, for a decade. And he was kind of effeminate... maybe she could convince him to trap for her? Whatever the reason, her cunt redoubled its lubrication and they finished in an explosion, their sweat-soaked bodies pressed against each other.

As Sunhawk went to the bathroom to piss, Butterfly had an epiphany. She realized that, far from being a lesbian, she was actually a trip-sexual, hopelessly attracted to all tripfags. It all made sense; how she used to touch herself to D&E's, REI's, satan's, and all the others' posts; the erotic flush of blood she felt everytime she witnessed some of their narcissistic faggotry; how she felt compelled to defend all tripfags constantly. She had to tell Sunhawk, now that she knew, now that she loved him.

>>17982042
u sure?

fuk dat dykeasshoe

what is a good book about being gay?

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fuck I hate typing captchas while drunk

>tfw

Drinking wine and having gay flings with older men.

>>5184648
It's funny because you're probably dead serious.