Joannne Cade

Just a Girl Crazy Girl Joannne Cade

Let's face it. I am - to begin with - a girl-crazy girl. Which just naturally leads to the assumption that I love pussy, and all appurtenances thereto. Which I do. Let's face it, pussy and tits and soft thighs and satin-sleek ass-cheeks, oooh, the mere thought gives me leaky plumbing! I like tongues, too, of course, daintily feminine or luridly female - tongues are uniquely adapted to the needs and nuances of my kind of love, all warm and moist and wondrously flexible in the curves and corners of kinky eroticism. Anyway, what reasonably sensuous lover would dare disagree? Basically, then, I'm equipped with all the usual desires and sex-drives ascribed to the gay sisterhood. I mention this only in passing, though - it is not the main theme here. Oh no, I'm obsessed by a far more freaky twist, one that casts me in a somewhat different light altogether, adding another dimension to my lesbian life. Because of my name, no doubt, my curiously conducive name! Or could that be just an excuse, a fiction of my mind? Well, even so, I'd rather go on preserving it intact, a lovely romantic fiction. Or maybe a lovely freaky truth...