“Well, I’m so glad you agree. I look forward to our new partnership. I’m sure we’ll have a good team …”
At no time did I know consciously that this first meeting with Belinda was a turning point in my life. within hours, in fact – but the impact could be felt very quickly. For the night, as I lay in bed, I ran and ran back the events of my session. And always had a word for me, “bisexual.” It was not something I’d never given much thought. Now it’s owned me. This woman, so beautiful, so seductive, so it was a dream male, by his own admission, took the women and men.
I tried to understand what that means. And that meant visualize what they are involved, some content may be saying, “I have with women and men.” I began to imagine Belinda have their female fans. I imagined her hand in hand with a beautiful woman. I imagined sitting in a bar or restaurant with his lover, and he shook hands, flirting, touching what’s feet. I put dancing in nightclubs, squeeze their bodies to explore their curved shapes with soft hands.
Especially kiss I photographed. No stolen kisses and powerful as I replace the men and women, but slow and sensual kisses like a mouth full of women having had their needs met and studied, and languages to meet the sweet love, forgetful of time and I wanted to know, and enjoy the attraction of women.
As I soaked these scenes considered me a warm glow. And without thinking, I found my hand slips between my legs. Most evenings I liked to stroke my massage my wet lips and clitoris, as I drove to sleep. I occasionally took me to orgasm.
But tonight is different. My cat has never been so alive, so sensitive, so hungry – and so wet. I pulled the sheets over my hot body and my legs were apart for me full access to the pleasure of my fingers. As I stroked my pussy with my right hand I am still squeeze my left breast, which in a way I had not known before, was painful. Instinctively, my nipple had hardened and pinched me gently, teasing it to greater abundance. And while enjoying my fingers in the honey dripping from my pussy lips.
Was this what Belinda pussy was like when she took her lover in bed? Was that what it meant, wanted to share your body with another woman in your cat’s attention the delicate female fingers to open? And every time I saw Belinda exchange kisses, sensual, deep, devouring kisses with her lesbian lover. It was touching to delight in her lover, as I was in my own – to make love with me when I saw these two women in my head. There was no way I orgasm, and despite my efforts, the delay time, it went unchecked by me as I stood in my hips and rubbed my clit against my fingers and moaning in anguish feel that I did not know at all would be in my life.