April 18, 2012
A Guest Post by JON PRESSICK
I’ve always been intrigued. But I’m timid. I’m shy. I’m easily generally unsure of myself. It has always been so easy to stick with the norm, go with what is expected.
So desire to touch another woman would make me vulnerable.
Man after man has come into my life…and man after man has left me. Until David. He changed everything.
We’ve spent so much time together, I barely remember not being joined at the hip. He understands my quirks, my fears, my apprehension around people. Especially pretty people. David helps me in all the situations that make me uncomfortable.
But I haven’t told him about this one.
We have a fantastic life together—emotionally and physically—and it really pains me that I can’t open up about my attraction to women. I want to tell him. And sometimes when I fantasize, I want to show him. But I haven’t yet. I don’t know if I can.
It’s not that I think he wouldn’t understand. David is a brilliant lover. No one has ever turned me on like he does. The simple curl of his lips into that smile can set me off. And it isn’t just in real life that he’s helped me get over my insecurities. I used to be a “lights-off, under the covers” type of girl. Not anymore. David’s attention, lust and kinky mind have all brought out the sexy beast in me.
And I need to tell him, I’d like to try some different prey.
I don’t want it to happen like this, but right now, I’m drunk. We’re out with friends but they are putting on their jackets, preparing to go home. Neither David nor I are particularly interested in calling it a night yet, and I think I have enough liquid courage in me to talk. But how?
After they leave, I turn and look him in the eyes. He smiles. Damn, getting hot should make this easier, but it doesn’t. I blush, turn away. Confused, he takes my hand and asks what I’m thinking.
I peek at him. Giggle nervously. Turn away. I have no idea if he thinks this is cute or annoying. I find it annoying! I steel myself, turn back and put a straight-face (ha!) on.
“David, you know I love you…” I start.
“Uh oh…” he replies.
Damn! That sounded awful! Damage control! Shit!
“No, no, sweetie, no. I don’t want to break up with you. Not at all! Oh god no!” I babble on and on.
He takes my hand. Well, that’s good. So what is it you were trying to say.”
And then it just happens.
“I just wanted to tell you that I find women attractive.”
What felt like it would be a complete bombshell, a possible deal breaker, a complete baring of my soul was just blurted out like nothing.
“Oh, you do, do you?” He smiles. That smile.
I blush and turn again. “Nothing. Never mind. I’m drunk. Can we let this be?”
“Not on your life.” He’s got both of my hands now and leans in as close as possible. “I’m going to tell you two things, and I hope you’ll be honest and tell me if I’m being inappropriate.”
I look back at him. The man sure does know how to speak to me in this state. And intrigue me.
“First, I am honoured that you told me this. That must have taken a lot of courage. I feel very close to you right now.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you David.”
“Second, my cock got instantly hard when you said that.”
Okay, I didn’t expect that. Now I’m blushing and turning again.
He steadies his grip on my hands and silently urges me to look at him. I respond.
He continues. “I know that you being attracted to women isn’t about me and what turns me on. It is about you and again, I am very happy you shared. Let’s consider my enjoyment a nice little by-product.”
That line makes me laugh. I twine my fingers through his and squeeze.
“I like that it turns you on. I have no idea if I will ever be with a woman, but I like the idea of it. I like the idea of…”
I catch myself. I can’t say the words. I can’t go any further.
“Why don’t we get out of here,” he offers. “You can tell me on the walk home.”
The cool spring air is exactly what I needed. We walk hand-in-hand, silently. He’s respecting my need to take my time. Now I’m ready to talk.
“…I like the idea of seeing a woman naked. In a relaxed and comfortable setting. I like the idea of being naked with a woman.” Langorous thoughts run through my mind.
“But not just being naked. I want to touch a woman. I want to feel a woman’s skin and I want to feel her hair. I want my lips to touch a woman’s lips.”
He remains silent. I can’t help but look down at his pants. The bulge is obvious. I don’t even need to touch myself to know that I am very wet. Emboldened by our mutual excitement, I continue.
“Right at this moment, I want to push a woman up against a wall, preferably with a mirror behind her. I want to kiss her deep and rough—be in complete control. I want to slide her shirt up and I want her nipples in my mouth. I want her breasts in my hands and I want to suck on her hard. She’ll throw her arms back, over her head. She’ll beg me for more.”
He’s stopped now. His grip on my hand is so tight. He smiles at me again. I’m in a daze of lust and fantasy.
“Babe, we’re home.” He almost stutters getting the words out. His arms reach out around me, his penis rock hard against my belly. David kisses me gently. “Tell me more inside?”