Not that enjoying a good smooch with gorgeous lady isn't enough of a good
reason in and of itself. But it's all in the name of participating in
International Celebrate Bisexuality Day! Or rather, helping someone else to participate.
Of all my wonderful girl friends, quite of few of whom are bi, I don't think any of them love fucking men and
women alike, as much as Emmy. So, if there was just one person that I needed
to notify of this joyous occasion to celebrate their sexuality, it obviously had to be her.
And, as I think I've mentioned before, we have this little game where I tease that she might have a shot at once more getting to taste the sweet nectar between my legs. In fact, I give her a 1 in 100 chance every day, all based on the outcome of a dice roll. So sooner or later, she will inevitably get to make that 'one time' she did manage to hit the jackpot into 'those two times'.
To that end, I was kinda hoping that that day might be today, since that would
be very thematically appropriate. I even went as far as increasing her odds
slightly. It was not to be though, as she only managed to roll a 50, which,
sadly for her, is exactly half of the magical 100 value that she needed to
roll in order to win some sweet, sweet sexy time with me.
All was not lost though. If we think about sexy times in terms of the baseball
system governed by the 4 Fs (French, Feel, Finger, Fuck), there can be varying
degrees of sexy fun, not all of which might be considered' having sex'.
With that in mind, I felt like there was no reason why there couldn't be
something on offer for getting half way home, i.e. 2nd base. And, if we
are going by those 4 Fs, that would allow plenty of above the waist feeling
and groping, which would elevate things a little beyond just an everyday
smooch.
(For the record, I also subscribe to the rules that 2nd base allows above the
waist touching but 3rd base is required for anything below the waist, hence
why I put that little stipulation in to allow unrestricted 'feeling'.)
So, for a whole hour, we allowed our tongues, lips and hands explore every
inch of each other's upper bodies. Well, to be honest, I did most of the
exploring while Emmy got to enjoy every moment of the sensual stimulation that
I was giving her. I was especially attentive towards her massive tits, which
drove her crazy. I licked and flicked. I fondled and groped. I kissed and
sucked.
"But Laura, you claim to be straight, not bi", I hear you cry!
And I still stand by that. In all the time I've been doing this blog,
which is now over 9 years, that one time with Emmy a few months ago, is
literally the only time I have had sex with another woman. Just once! So,
since I only consider my sexuality to be defined by who I have sex with,
not who I kiss and (occasionally fondle), that still makes me very much
hetero. I'll happily own being a bi-kisser though. And maybe a little
Em-curious, but we've covered that before...
All of that is besides the point though, because today is about those
who do identify as being bisexual being able to celebrate and enjoy that
choice. And, for Emmy, I'm sure that getting played with in such a
sexy way, by a woman who she is attracted to no less, is a fine way to
celebrate that choice.
Especially if she managed to follow it up by taking some deep dicking (probably in the
ass, knowing her) after I had to leave her in order to get some important tasks done. As we were saying our goodbyes, she admitted that I'd left her feeling extremely wet, so I hope that state of preparedness was put to good use by a nice, big cock filling her up.
I mean, what better way to celebrate being bisexual than getting pleasured
by a woman and then a man, one after the other. I guess having them both work on you at the same time? Maybe next year, Emmy...
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