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Anything Goes
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Bi-Sexual Female / 29
Open Love And Sex
Going into the 6th grade I joined the swim team. It was the first time I was around so many girls changing out of their swimsuits, showering and dressing. I was raised in an open household, my parents partied with other couples who wife swapped with them. Nudity and sex was not new to me. But so many school girls naked was.
In a moment of awareness I compared myself to all these other girls. So many girls, in so many stages of puberty. Me, I was a late bloomer. I hadn't gotten my period, my chest was a l8ttle bigger, no pubic hair. Other girls had real breasts, pubic hair, when they stood their hips were definitely there. My mother's oft repeated observation was true. Girls were beautiful. In all their glory, she would say.
It was then that I became obsessed with girls, and women later as I grew up. Not so much into wife swapping, more into sharing sex with another girl, I became more and more convinced that unlike my mother, a man didn't do anything for me. I was all female oriented, beautiful girl oriented. No longer school girls, real life women. And falling in love with Christine, a beautiful, same age twenty three year old flight attendant. And she was in love with me.
We were invited to a girls' retreat by a friend of my mom's. Other women would be there, some same sex couples like us, other's girls who liked sex with girls, but were attached to a man. Think my mom. At the retreat was a woman artist who painted and drew sketches of us, in the nude. Posing for her was a turn on, being naked with Christine and this woman focusing on our pelvic region, renditions of our 'pussies' in all their glory.
My mother took our drawing, framed them and hung them in the living room. Instead of the picture of us at Angkor Wat. She isn't hesitant to let her guests know whose pussy is whose. In summary, I am not hung up on sex or nudity. I like women. I love Christine. In the last many months of the pandemic Christine and I have taken up with a man. Maybe there is more of my mom in me than I let on.
If you love a man, then love him. Be his woman then. If you love a woman, you're lucky, women are much prettier than men. And if you and your woman also love a man, and he loves both of you, well then you've hit the jackpot. No woman should grow up and not know the ecstacy of sex with a woman, no matter the man. My two cents.
In a moment of awareness I compared myself to all these other girls. So many girls, in so many stages of puberty. Me, I was a late bloomer. I hadn't gotten my period, my chest was a l8ttle bigger, no pubic hair. Other girls had real breasts, pubic hair, when they stood their hips were definitely there. My mother's oft repeated observation was true. Girls were beautiful. In all their glory, she would say.
It was then that I became obsessed with girls, and women later as I grew up. Not so much into wife swapping, more into sharing sex with another girl, I became more and more convinced that unlike my mother, a man didn't do anything for me. I was all female oriented, beautiful girl oriented. No longer school girls, real life women. And falling in love with Christine, a beautiful, same age twenty three year old flight attendant. And she was in love with me.
We were invited to a girls' retreat by a friend of my mom's. Other women would be there, some same sex couples like us, other's girls who liked sex with girls, but were attached to a man. Think my mom. At the retreat was a woman artist who painted and drew sketches of us, in the nude. Posing for her was a turn on, being naked with Christine and this woman focusing on our pelvic region, renditions of our 'pussies' in all their glory.
My mother took our drawing, framed them and hung them in the living room. Instead of the picture of us at Angkor Wat. She isn't hesitant to let her guests know whose pussy is whose. In summary, I am not hung up on sex or nudity. I like women. I love Christine. In the last many months of the pandemic Christine and I have taken up with a man. Maybe there is more of my mom in me than I let on.
If you love a man, then love him. Be his woman then. If you love a woman, you're lucky, women are much prettier than men. And if you and your woman also love a man, and he loves both of you, well then you've hit the jackpot. No woman should grow up and not know the ecstacy of sex with a woman, no matter the man. My two cents.
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