So I had this experience and I’m still trying to decide if it means I’m gay or not.
Alright, that’s too simplistic. I mean, I clearly love pussy. I love the way it tastes, the way it looks, the way it feels–dark pink, light pink, big lips, little lips, mini-dick sized clits, little button clits buried in the folds of their own little hoodies, hair, no hair . .it doesn’t matter to me. I love them all.
At this point you are probably thinking “Oh ho! My lady doth protest too much!’– ‘cept I’m not a lady and this isn’t really a protest as much as it is an explanation as to why my gay-confusion (gayfusion?) has manifested all of a sudden. Because people who know exactly what they are feeling always need to explain themselves, right?
So this story starts with me–a very normal thirty something. Like normal in pretty much every way physically possible. Six foot, 200 lbs, very little of it actual muscle. A few vanity tattoos on my legs. Respectable six inch dick, brown air, blue eyes. Not a hottie McHotHot, but not the bottom of the Y-chromosome barrel either.