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Hi, everybody. Sevy invited me to this guild, and I thought for my first post, I'd give you all a sample of some of my writing. I'll have to modify it to make it PG-13. Don't read if you're insulted by lesbianism.

I sat, wathing the sun through my bedroom window as it rose over the horizon, the sheet pulled up over my bare chest. A sigh escaped my lips as I looked to the woman sleeping peacefully beside me, her blonde hair fanned out across my pillow, mirroring the scene outside my window. I clenched my fist to stop myself from reaching over and stroaking that soft mane, disturbing her from her sleep. She stired, and I froze, afraid I had woken her. Sh rolled over to look at me, soft smile playing at her lips, her eyes glazed over with that satisfaction of a good time. I grinned back at her, leaning over to kiss her softly. Dear Goddess, I loved her. But that was the $64,000 question. I knew she ment so much to me, but what was I to her? Friends, lovers? I would never know for sure. She snuggled closer to me, resting her head on my bosom, and I wrapped an arm around her. She yawned, surprising a soft laugh out of me, and she smiled up at me again.
"Mornin', luv!" she said in that adorable accent of hers. She had lived her for five years, but she still sounded as British as when she first moved.
"Did I wake you, my sleeping beauty?" I asked into her hair; she shook her head and giggled softly. Her rosy cheeks brushed against the bare skin above my breasts, sending shivers down my spine.
The only woman she'd ever sleep with. Never something more perminanty, nothing resembling comitment. Never love. She said it to allher boyfriends, but never me. It was almost as bad as the other 'L' word. She still believed that there was a man out there for me, some magical guy who could make me realize that they're not all horrible, obnoxious, lying pigs. She could never give up her men. Her latest boy toy's name was Eddie. She was convinced he was 'the one', but she always ways. Even when she had gotten engaged, she never stopped seeing me. I had tried dating, but none of them could compare to her. She had ruined me for everyone, male or female, yet she'd never be mine.
She looked at me, her eyes quizical. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. I shook my head, dark, straight hair falling in front of my face. "Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about," I answered.
"Ah," she smirked, "Then it is something." She always had been smarter than I gave her credit for. She wrapped a leg around me as she leaned over to kiss my pulse. I laughed softly, shivering, "I won't be to think about anything if you keep doing stuff like that!"
She grinned, "Maybe I don't want you thinking about anything, except my body against yours."

All I could find, but I'm sure I'm missing a page or two.

Thank you! But this is entirely fiction. I have something kinda like this, I guess, but I wrote this long before that.

-laughs- Oh, yeah. I do alot of internal monologing, mostly about that subject. My friends always make fun of me, calling it eternal monologing. ._.

you should find the rest of that ._.

you could bleep out some words 3nodding