I lost my virginity again. In the world of g’s l’s t’s and q’s and sometimes even b’s there comes a time when you lose your virginity, just as if you’re straight.
Especially if you experience your first time with someone of the same sex, after being with people of the opposite sex. You’re supposed to notice the profound differences. They’re supposed to understand your anatomy and use it to your benefit.
She knew what she was doing. She knew what was too hard and too soft. She asked me if I wanted it slow or fast, shallow or deep. She knew when to perform actions separately and when they felt good together. She lusted for my pussy and ate it like it was her last meal. She lifted her mouth from my lower lips and brushed her face against mine so I could feel the warm juice.
I didn’t feel scared or nervous about being with a woman. Even though she tries to hide her femininity underneath her clothes, she couldn’t hide it in the bedroom. I loved the feeling of her breasts pressed against mine, and I caressed her pierced nipples. I ran my hands down her broad hips and across her ass.
There are some boys who can perform like her. Boys who love to eat pussy and pleasure more with their fingers than dicks. Boys who don’t need to cum all over your tits to get turned on. Boys who don’t care how big your tits are or how skinny your waist is.
She did this… performance…. Where she rotated between fucking me across my g-spot with multiple fingers and licking or massaging my clit. It drove me wild.
“You like to thrash your legs around. We should tie them down next time.”
