He asked me if I had written about my very first real lesbian experience. I said, "I don't write anymore." it's true, I stopped writing in April or May and I did not want to write about my life any more, and I didn't want him to read it either. It's mainly for self preservation. I have never loved another man like I have loved him. It was too much to bare my soul.
I met this woman at a sex club. My friend chatted her up and then we decided to have sex. I have never been with a woman before this and it was really fun. I loved sucking her large tits and playing with her clit. I did find the whole thing erotic because it was clear that men were looking at us and getting off on it, it was more of a side vision thing, at the time I was really into having sex with her and not anything else. She liked to lie on top of me and rub her clit against mine. She had a small patch of hair, and her body smelled fine. I also loved when she was getting fucked and I was sucking on her tits or when she was getting fisted I sat next to her and watched in awe.
He wanted to know when we could go, I told him that this happened every weekend in San Francisco, just tell me when and I'd go with him. He was shocked.
I have entered a stage where I was more certain about how I felt about him, I was more certain because he seemed more certain.
I told him that he was the best looking person in the world and he told me that it's because I loved him. I told him the opposite. That the reason I loved him was because he was the best looking person in the world. He knew now that I loved him. I couldn't possibly love another person. I wanted to be with him forever. I would do anything and everything for him. Assuming our relationship will continue to evolve, I'm happy to take the final plunge and leave the past behind.
I met this woman at a sex club. My friend chatted her up and then we decided to have sex. I have never been with a woman before this and it was really fun. I loved sucking her large tits and playing with her clit. I did find the whole thing erotic because it was clear that men were looking at us and getting off on it, it was more of a side vision thing, at the time I was really into having sex with her and not anything else. She liked to lie on top of me and rub her clit against mine. She had a small patch of hair, and her body smelled fine. I also loved when she was getting fucked and I was sucking on her tits or when she was getting fisted I sat next to her and watched in awe.
He wanted to know when we could go, I told him that this happened every weekend in San Francisco, just tell me when and I'd go with him. He was shocked.
I have entered a stage where I was more certain about how I felt about him, I was more certain because he seemed more certain.
I told him that he was the best looking person in the world and he told me that it's because I loved him. I told him the opposite. That the reason I loved him was because he was the best looking person in the world. He knew now that I loved him. I couldn't possibly love another person. I wanted to be with him forever. I would do anything and everything for him. Assuming our relationship will continue to evolve, I'm happy to take the final plunge and leave the past behind.
