I have always considered myself a straight woman. I love men, and I love cock. When I am alone in my bed though, anytime I masturbate I have to be thinking about women in order to get myself off. It is almost always the same fantasy.
I’ll slide my hand in between my legs and start to rub my clit. I close my eyes and picture myself on a couch beside a girl. It’s nobody I know, but she’s always a brunette, with brown eyes, probably around c cup tits, with thick thighs and a nice ass. We are both always wearing shorts and a tshirt. They are probably pyjamas.
It starts with us laughing at something, and then I always make the first move. I reach out and touch her cheek, like I am brushing away an eyelash or something, and then I move in for a kiss. She’s hesitant at first, but it doesn’t take long before her hand is on my neck and our tongues are enthusiastically dancing around each other’s mouths. Her lips are so soft, I swear I can feel them on mine.