If you had told me six months ago I would be having a sexual awakening at 30 I would have laughed. I have always been very sexual and in touch with my sexuality, thank you very much. I think I am having the best sex and then it gets better and I say to myself, OK now, how much better can it get? and then it happens again. My first relationship was with another woman, I thought I was bi, I went on to date men after that. It was more manageable. I married young and by age twenty I had a husband and a kid. We were together ten years, poly for most of them. In spite of being open to the things I wanted, he was a jealous and possessive man. He was my fourth man ever.
Seven years into our marriage I had only even been with five men and two women. The encounters with these women were few and far between. One day I got a message on FetLife (I know, I know) that was unlike the rest. Lee was from the States and would soon come to my country to be a high school teacher at an international school. He was sweet and polite, he was in China and we hit it off online. In hindsight I was lonely and bored and liked the attention, but while it lasted I truly believed I was in love and so when things came to an abrupt end I was devastated. Maybe I will tell you more about that sometime. Right now what you need to know is that I was 27, had only been with half a dozen men and was looking for a rebound. You know how it takes some sex from a stranger to get over an ex? Well, yeah, I cared about this man so damn much, or thought so at the time, that it took 8 men to do the rebound thing. This is when I found out I enjoy casual sex and I can have amazing sexual chemistry with someone I have never met.
I moved to Europe shortly after that, my ex husband and I broke things off and I dated/ hooked up with a couple of men. I am on Tinder looking for couples, at this point I want a woman desperately but in spite of being a goddamned succubus with men I am shy and awkward around women. I am dying to eat pussy though so I meet with couples but things never work out. I meet one local couple once, their non monogamy is flimsy and feels forced but I give them a chance. We have drinks to get to know each other and agree on a date for me to go to their place. Great, right? No, she got cold feet at the last minute but I kept talking to him, Kay. Yeah, yeah I know how most people feel about cheating, but monogamy is stupid anyways and I don’t feel responsible for relationships that aren’t mine. So we hooked up a couple of times and it was great, it was amazing but I still wanted a woman and told him as much. He knew a way to make that happen. He had hooked up with another woman, Sam, in very much the same way he did with me, pictures were exchanged, numbers as well and we agreed to have a threesome. Just like that. Now I could not blame you if you thought this was bullshit, I am still in awe and have to pinch myself because I cannot believe this is my life, but it is. If I ever write about my fantasies I will tag it as fiction, for now this is all real.
I met with her in neighboring city before the big day, I was hoping we would fuck honestly, but just meeting helped her feel comfortable with me. About her, she is a dancer and her body shows it. Toned abs, arms, legs, toned everything, a round bubbly butt and perky small breasts. Red hair, green eyes, creamy white skin that always smells like sunscreen. She was warm and inviting but not outright flirtatious. She went for a hug in spite the measures we were supposed to be respecting. We talked about our past experiences and the upcoming threesome. Guys, this is so silly considering what we would be doing in two weeks time, but on that day we didn’t even kiss. Two weeks later we met in the next town over for me, his town, and an hour train ride for her. He made hotel reservations, the hotel was a stones throw away from the Central Station, they were there waiting for me when I got off my train and they picked up some beers. Alcohol kills my sex Drive so I had a black coffee. I had weed for later.
We went into the hotel room and they started drinking, music was playing and I could tell K wanted us to relax. I was super horny, Sam looked gorgeous in short shorts, a tight spaghetti strap leopard print shirt and sandals. Her toenails matched her nails in a dark color and her hair was tied in a messy bun, her bangs framing her lovely eyes. She was the most nervous of us all, it takes her a while to feel comfortable. K started kissing me, it was delicious, he is from the Caribbean so he has dark skin and thick, meaty lips. Not to mention a thick meaty dick. He pulled her closer, things are a bit blurry but next thing I know we are both all over her. He is kissing her and I am getting rid of her clothes. It turns out her spaghetti strap blouse was one of those one piece things that buckle at the crotch. She had a black thong under it and was completely shaved, the thong and blouse were soaked. I rubbed her over her clothes and kissed the insides of her legs getting closer to her pussy. I took her blouse off and kissed her on the lips, her breasts, went down on her perfect belly and watched her face when I got closer to her pussy. Her eyes were rolling back, she was kissing K. I slid her thong aside to reveal delicious meaty lips. I had never seen them like that in real life and was shocked, they are not what I considered aesthetically pleasing, but I she smelled so good and I really had to taste her. I started rubbing them, licking them, sucking on them working my way towards her clit and that’s when she first came. Arching her back moaning softly while my tongue explored her pretty pussy, her tasty wet pussy.
Her touch was so soft and gentle compared to his, his touch was actually a bit distracting. I could go on and on but some of the highlight for me were when both of us were sucking his cock at the same time, when she was straddling and I was kissing her and worked my way down to her beautiful spread pussy, I was rubbing her clit with fast continuous circular movements and she re-positioned my hand, she moved up her hood and put my fingers right on her bare clit and showed me the deep slow movement she wanted. Then when I was about to suck her clit while he was inside her and she nodded, urging me to do it, I teased her a few times and only put her delicious clit in my mouth after she politely said please a few times between moans. My absolute favorite, however, was scissoring. I had never done that ahem… properly before her. She was on top of me and we were grinding against each other’s legs, K was just watching, he did that a few times. We were kissing and I moved my wet pussy a bit closer to hers, she did the same and I moaned. I guess this let her know that it was OK to grind her pussy on mine and I let out a surprised gasp of pleasure. It was heaven, meaty and warm grinding against me. I kissed her breasts, grabbed her ass and came over and over, as did she.
We ditched the guy after that and I have seen her a few times since, but thinking bout that night (Oh, and things got even better the morning after) just makes me feel things, man. This is it, the beginning of realizing I am indeed a lesbian, I can fuck men and it feels pleasurable, but my feelings are for women only. This is when I realized there are other women who enjoy sex like I do, that not all lesbians hate scissoring and penetration and kinky things like the media would have you believe. Stay kinky, stay dirty.
Love,
Fennec
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j52xku/the_beginning_mff