I fully embrace my sexuality. I am wonderfully and happily bisexual; I’m so intensely drawn to other’s sexual energy regardless of gender. Great lovers come in so many diverse and amazing ways I find it so foolish for a woman to ever willingly limit herself, or her passions, to only half the population.

I like to believe that my sexuality is perfectly balanced in its bisexuality. In reality, if I’m being totally honest with myself, I think my sexual preferences are more 60:40 in favour of women. But in no way would I ever want to limit myself to just one gender; that would be a very sad day if I ever had to make that horrible choice. (And that is why I love Claire, my girlfriend/mistress, so much more; she does not have a problem with my casual encounters among my male friends)

So, on one side you have women. My god are they beautiful. Everything about their stunning bodies excites me. I personally agree with Victoria Beckham when in one interview she stated that “the only hair a woman should have is on her head”.  If given the chance, I could explore the smooth soft lines of a woman’s body for hours on end. Which is certainly what I do with mine any chance I get. Perky breasts, firm ass, bare pussy, inviting inner thighs, sultry legs, and the seductive curves of the waist, back, neck and soft facial cheeks. Every single part of a woman’s body is meant to be caressed, nibbled on, and savoured.

And then there is the sex with another woman. Sorry guys, but have you ever heard the saying “you wouldn’t go to a mechanic who never owned a car”. Women know women’s bodies and how they respond in a way you never will. A good lesbian lover can anticipate her partner’s pleasure and playfully guide and tease her into absolute sexual hysteria. We know how all the parts really work. You ever watch porn (okay, stupid question); do you notice how most guys go down on a woman. It’s like they’re a cat licking milk from a bowl; flapping their tongues madly against a woman’s clit trying to get her off while for some strange reason trying to keep their distance (we don’t bite, at least not down there). The few times I bother watching this kind of porn it only makes me break out in laughter. Now, when a woman goes down on another notice how she locks her mouth firmly around the pussy in question. She knows how to use her lips and tongue at the same time, and when to suck and when to lick. And what you don’t see is, locked within her open mouth, her tongue dancing beautifully along the clit, labia, and gently probing her partner’s inner moistness. Seriously guys, if you ever want to learn how to go down a woman then study lesbian porn (like you really need a reason).

Now on the other side of my sexuality you have men. I think in a way I could have become a happy content lesbian, expect for the fact that a woman obviously lacks something important – They can not fuck you half to death. Sorry ladies, strap-ons just don’t cut it. There is absolutely no substitute for that wonderful feeling of being impaled by a thick hard cock. I love all positions; missionary, doggie, cowgirl, against the wall, straddling him seated on a chair, bent over a couch or overturned tree in the woods. Any way in any place, feeling a man grab my hips and thrust relentlessly into me is something I can never get enough of. And the real pleasure is not as much about length as it is thickness. Having a wide girth in the man’s shaft spreads my pussy in such an amazing way, pulling on my clit with every thrust while at the same time constantly massaging my g-spot. Simply put, women were built in every way to enjoy this intense pleasure of the fuck and bring themselves to the utmost of sexual plateaus.

And let’s not forget about fellicio. Personally I can not understand why some women don’t like giving head, really. To edge a man, to slowly bring him and his pleasures to their full explosive climax, that’s a personal pleasure of mine. I’m sure it comes from the fact of submissively wanting to please and be a good lover. There is a lot of ways a man can use my body, but the way I can give him head is my talent alone. Here I am the performer, and in a way I guess a sexual exhibitionist at the same time, showing off my skills. There are so many techniques to master, and to be ever aware of how the man responds to them. I mean, for example, gently caressing and licking the shaft produces a whole different response than does a slow deepthroat action. And playing my tongue across his tip changes his moans compared to that of a gentle suction as I slide him in my mouth. Giving a blowjob is like playing any musical instrument; ultimately you can make it sing, but what song do you want to play. And, oh god yes, I really, really do like the taste of cum. It’s my submissive kinky reward for a good performance; that warm salty juice filling my mouth. I just wish men could cum by the gallons. I know it turns guys on that I love cum, but once the man is finished, I’m now spending this time swirling his load over my tongue and savouring it, delaying the swallow, for my own personal pleasure alone.

I truly hope in my life that I will never be forced to make the choice between only loving a man or a woman. Life is too short not to enjoy them both to their wonderful and amazing fullness.

Please dream of me,

Stacy