So last night I was propositioned by a couple.
They don’t live in my city, but said they’re coming here next weekend.
They asked if I’d ever been with a woman before, or if I’ve ever fantasized about them when I’m “horny.” (A little side note here – I hate hate hate the word “horny”. I will not use it. Aroused. Hot. Wet. In heat. Randy even. But “horny?” no. I just won’t say it).
Anyhow, the answer is no to both questions. I’ve never thought about women that way really.
Now that’s not to say I’ve never been curious to kiss a woman. And I have had a couple of times when meeting a woman that I’ve thought that if I were to ever be with one – she would be my choice. It’s just not something I’ve ever really thought about in depth.
I like men. I like the hardness of them (no pun intended). I like their rough hands. I like their aggressiveness (or if they’re not, I’m wishing they would be). And given the choice of going down on a man or a woman? No choice at all. I would far prefer to suck on a penis.
How do I know if I’ve never tried it? Well, I suppose I don’t. But for now – that’s where my interests lie.
They told me what they would like to do to me:
Pull my hair – nice.
Slap my ass- OK.
Put their fingers in my ass – mmm not so much.
I actually don’t know if I was speaking with the man, the woman or both. But they made it very clear that it was a package deal, and they would have no problem breaking me in.
I definitely got the impression that this was not their first time at this.
How far do I want to go with these experiences?
Sometimes I think I definitely had no idea what it was that I was signing up for. But a part of me feels incredibly liberated. Why am I so shy and repressed? Why not experience what the world has to offer? I want to see what’s out there and get to know myself and my body better.
Always with the caveat that it’s safe and does no harm…