I need to clarify a potential misunderstanding to readers
and to friends who I’ve spoken to in recent months about something quite dear
to my heart; girls kissing.
Recently, I was in a restaurant, when it was pointed out
to me that two women behind me were sharing a moment of intense passion through
the glorious art of snogging. They were totally uninhibited and were fully
connected through the loving act of kissing. (And for those who think I may
have made a typo, I really did mean the “art” of snogging and not the “act”. There
is an art to snogging. There’s an art to kissing that makes certain kisses
utterly revolting because the perpetrator of the kiss has never embraced that
art of kissing.)
Returning to the two women in the restaurant, I turned
round to see them coming away from their lipstick embrace but still holding
onto one another and looking at each other with a certain amount of eagerness
that reminded me of the lustiness of passion. The kiss had conjured up a
feeling elsewhere in their bodies that required immediate fulfilment.
Within five minutes, they’d left the restaurant, and I
hoped they lived near enough to be able to run up a flight of stairs and dive
into a passionate session of love-making.
It’s a joy to see people being passionate, well, within
reason of course. For some, society dictates to us what we should or shouldn’t
feel comfortable with. Our own ideas and thoughts also ‘dictate’ to us what we
should feel comfortable with. Some of us stay in this comfort zone throughout
our lives. Others amongst us challenge our thoughts and possibly change our
opinions on what we wish to see and what we wish to do ourselves.
And so it is with lesbianism and me.
I’m not a lesbian. I’m not entirely sure that I’m
bisexual either. I’ve enjoyed participating in bisexual acts and I really,
really love looking at women who are sexually turned on, who are dressed in erotic
and evocative clothing. I adore seeing a woman pleasuring herself. In many
ways, I find this more of a turn on than seeing a bloke doing it for her. And I
love looking at other women kissing one another.
In fact, I’d go as far as saying that if I had a choice
between watching a heterosexual couple kissing, a couple of men kissing, and a
couple of women kissing, I’d probably choose the latter as the most sexually
exciting for my own commitment to voyeurism.
Perhaps I am one of these women who is blessed with a
slightly increased level of testosterone than is usual for my gender, whereby I
can enter into the alpha male fantasy of watching women enjoy one another
sexually. All I know is that I am extremely turned on by women having sex and
women kissing in public, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with envy or a
desire to participate.
In fact, what I really want to do is watch women having
sex whilst I have an erect cock in my hand or even better, in my mouth. In
other words, and possibly less crudely, I enjoy watching women having sex as a heterosexual
woman.
Now that doesn’t preclude me from indulging in such
pleasures if the mood and the environment allows. For instance, one of my
strongest orgasms once came from merely holding hands with a friend in a very
intimate and sexual way. There was no touching of the genitals. There wasn’t
even any kissing but my orgasm arose and sat there in my nethers for an
extremely long time. One touch at that point and I would have erupted. One
touch, and I did!
Essentially though, for my own sexual pleasure as far as
penetrative sex goes, I want a man! I love the fulfilment of cock and I love to
hold a man in my hand and in my mouth. I have no great desire to enter into
another woman’s pussy. It really doesn’t excite me that much. I love to look at
pussies. I love to see photos of excited cunts but I don’t necessarily want to
touch it myself. Is that weird?
I do want to
touch women’s breasts. I love breasts and I love the fullness of my own. I love
kissing and I’m not discriminating about who I kiss. If the mood takes me, I’ll
kiss a woman as readily and happily as I would kiss a man, but I don’t
necessarily want to lift their skirt, or unzip their trousers and feel my way
into their panties, in the way that I want to do this to a man.
Some might say that this is all very confusing, and
probably indicative of a woman who has latent lesbian tendencies, but I know
who I am, and I know my heterosexuality is far stronger than could warrant a
life without the sexual stimulation of cocks. I love cocks. I could suck on a
cock any time, any day, within reason. However, I can’t deny and I won’t deny
that I am gloriously fascinated and delightfully turned on by seeing two women
in the fullness of their sexuality with one another.
As I said, this hasn’t always been the case. There were
times when I was somewhat appalled at the prospect of sitting in a room with
two women snogging one another. There was a further time when I was okay with
it happening but somewhat indifferent. There was another time when I actually
wanted to join in. There have been times recently, when I wanted to kiss a
woman just for the thrill of being kissed and giving kisses. There have been
times when I’ve happily stuck my fingers in another woman’s cunt and I’m not
saying that I’ll never do that again.
What I am saying is that like everything else in life,
sex is fluid (if you’ll excuse the pun), and as it is with attraction, things
change, feelings come and go, what is acceptable and appropriate one day might
not be as wanted or desired another.
In the meantime, perhaps I am ready for a little more
voyeurism than I’ve been affording myself of late, and in order to fulfil a
need in my life, I would certainly start with watching women fuck one another
rather than looking at men and women having a good old session.
