Women

I had been in touch with him only briefly in the morning, but we agreed to meet up the same night.  One of the few opportunities to go to a fetish event in my hometown presented itself and I wasn't going to let anything distract me from attending. At first I was desperate for someone to accompany me, but in the end I realised that I could probably have more fun on my own than with an open-minded but non-kinky male friend who I would have dragged along for the lack of choice. 

Nevertheless I was still happy that the random guy who seemed genuinely nice would be there. So would his partner. 


The moment they walked into the bar I knew that it was going to be an interesting night. Being primarly focused on men I started flirting with him and something inside me wished that she would just disappear. Don't get me wrong. She was hot. Tiny. Energetic. A tad masculine. Dominant. I still wanted her to leave. 

At some point I found myself over the random guy's knee, certainly enjoying myself. She was nowhere to be seen. When she appeared she seemed like a different person. Corset, petticoat, heels. Her masculinity traded in for fragile beauty. Little flames danced in her eyes. Flames of jealousy at the sight of me being spanked by him. They had told me they were only casual play partners, but what she saw didn't please her. 

I was told to kiss her. I was told to kiss the girl with the little flames in her eyes. The girl who hated me in just that moment. And who liked me at the same time. 

The moment my lips touched hers I loved her. For her beauty and grace. For her softness and strength. For her energy and intellect. For her white and perfect breasts, for her long brown hair. For her generosity to share despite the dancing flames in her eyes. 

It was the moment I realized that I love women. Just for what they are.



Last night twentytwo asked me who I would have liked to fuck.

We had been to the U35 munch and I was confronted with a feeling I haven't quite experienced before. Yes, I knew I liked women. But I was convinced I would only be attracted to one in thousand, or maybe to one in a million. Sitting in the corner, looking from girl to girl, I realized that two in twenty was maybe a more accurate estimate. Or one in ten to make use of my maths skills.

Slim, short hair, pretty face, pale skin. Intellect, character, humour. There were at least two women who fit that discription. And I did want to fuck them. Be fucked. Probably hurt as well.

It was a strange feeling to be attracted to more women in the room than men. Powerful and liberating. It made me feel happy and alive. Because I'm going through life with open eyes. Seeing what I haven't seen before.