Straight Female / 27
Tipping The Velvet
I suppose you would have to go back a year or more, probably nearer two, to fully understand why it happened.
In bed one night I was reading a book. My husband, Paul, caught a glimpse of the title and was curious. I explained that the author, Sarah Waters, was gay and wrote novels, usually, involving lesbian characters. So, consequently she had a large gay and bisexual following. The novel, Tipping The Velvet, was Victorian pornographic slang for cunnilingus, oral sex, usually among the highly secret 19th century lesbian underground.
There was a long silence. I guess he was thinking, and then he asked, quite openly, whether I had any thoughts about having sex with an other woman. It made me laugh! I explained that reading a book about climbing mountains doesn't make me a mountaineer. Then Paul, unusually, became quite serious. He told me that he would never forgive me if I ever had sex with another man. But, going to bed with a woman was different. Most men got turned on by girl on girl sex, him included. I kissed him on the cheek and assured him that I would never have an affair with either gender. I guess I was turned on by the book, which was very erotic, and he was turned on by the thought of me having gay sex because that night we had a exceptionally good sex session.
We need to fast forward, probably about six months or so. I'm a teacher, primary school five to eleven year olds. One day the head asked me to look after a junior teacher, fresh out of teacher training, who was at the school for a week before moving on to a permanent position.
What I am about to describe wont do her justice, but I will give it a go. Amy was the most breathtakingly beautiful girl I had ever seen. Younger than me, early twenties, tall, blonde, which looked natural, flawless skin, full lips, perfect teeth and with the most amazing brown eyes. Eyes, that gave her a startled, vulnerability. Add this to a figure to die for. Not voluptuous but kind of boyish, with legs that went on forever. She seemed totally unaware of just how pretty she, was with no pretentions, which only added to her attraction. Someone you meet for the first time and instantly become friends. I gave her free rein in the classroom and the children adored her. Little girls wanted to be her. And bigger boys fell in love for the first time. We got on like a house on fire and at the end of the week she asked me, very politely, was it ok if she bought me a drink as a thank you for all my help.
We met at a swanky, city centre bar. I got very excited when two guys tried to pick us up. When the guy talking to me asked for my number I showed him my wedding ring. This made him laugh and he held up his hand to show me his. With her looks Amy must have been fighting men off with a baseball bat. But, calmly, she went into her bag and produced a card. The guy left, still with the card in his hand, over the moon that he had gotten her number. Once they were out the door Amy produced a similar card from her bag. A. P. USSEY with a number. I knew this wasn't her name so I looked a bit confused. She put her head on her shoulder, which made her look even more adorable and pronounced that it was the number of the local cats home. They may get their hands on a pussy? But it wont be mine. We both burst into laughter.
To be continued look out for Part 2........................................ .........
In bed one night I was reading a book. My husband, Paul, caught a glimpse of the title and was curious. I explained that the author, Sarah Waters, was gay and wrote novels, usually, involving lesbian characters. So, consequently she had a large gay and bisexual following. The novel, Tipping The Velvet, was Victorian pornographic slang for cunnilingus, oral sex, usually among the highly secret 19th century lesbian underground.
There was a long silence. I guess he was thinking, and then he asked, quite openly, whether I had any thoughts about having sex with an other woman. It made me laugh! I explained that reading a book about climbing mountains doesn't make me a mountaineer. Then Paul, unusually, became quite serious. He told me that he would never forgive me if I ever had sex with another man. But, going to bed with a woman was different. Most men got turned on by girl on girl sex, him included. I kissed him on the cheek and assured him that I would never have an affair with either gender. I guess I was turned on by the book, which was very erotic, and he was turned on by the thought of me having gay sex because that night we had a exceptionally good sex session.
We need to fast forward, probably about six months or so. I'm a teacher, primary school five to eleven year olds. One day the head asked me to look after a junior teacher, fresh out of teacher training, who was at the school for a week before moving on to a permanent position.
What I am about to describe wont do her justice, but I will give it a go. Amy was the most breathtakingly beautiful girl I had ever seen. Younger than me, early twenties, tall, blonde, which looked natural, flawless skin, full lips, perfect teeth and with the most amazing brown eyes. Eyes, that gave her a startled, vulnerability. Add this to a figure to die for. Not voluptuous but kind of boyish, with legs that went on forever. She seemed totally unaware of just how pretty she, was with no pretentions, which only added to her attraction. Someone you meet for the first time and instantly become friends. I gave her free rein in the classroom and the children adored her. Little girls wanted to be her. And bigger boys fell in love for the first time. We got on like a house on fire and at the end of the week she asked me, very politely, was it ok if she bought me a drink as a thank you for all my help.
We met at a swanky, city centre bar. I got very excited when two guys tried to pick us up. When the guy talking to me asked for my number I showed him my wedding ring. This made him laugh and he held up his hand to show me his. With her looks Amy must have been fighting men off with a baseball bat. But, calmly, she went into her bag and produced a card. The guy left, still with the card in his hand, over the moon that he had gotten her number. Once they were out the door Amy produced a similar card from her bag. A. P. USSEY with a number. I knew this wasn't her name so I looked a bit confused. She put her head on her shoulder, which made her look even more adorable and pronounced that it was the number of the local cats home. They may get their hands on a pussy? But it wont be mine. We both burst into laughter.
To be continued look out for Part 2........................................ .........
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