Hannah

At High School and College, I had the odd relationship with either sex, but it wasn’t until University, that I started to to have more lasting and meaningful ones. I wasn't promiscuous by any means. I would class my orientation as Bisexual to a degree.

I had started my hormone treatments and my body was undergoing its change. It was just over a year into my treatment, when I met Hannah.

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I first met Hannah at a party with some friends. She was Romanian, studying Dentistry. She had the most amazing eyes and delicate hands and I found her accent so alluring. We met on and off at these party’s and got on well together. We’d exchanged numbers and we talked often. I finally decided to ask her out.

I was worried she might be offended at the thought of being my 'experiment', but she said she found the idea a massive turn-on, and we arranged a date for the following Saturday.

She was already there when I arrived, sitting in the back corner of the bar, and wearing a tight black dress. I was then suddenly very conscious of my own simple outfit and the whole situation.

Sensing my nerves, she ordered me a drink and we covered the usual conversational ground for first dates: work, siblings, jokes, favourite TV shows. But the whole time I was acutely aware of two things: her eyes on my body, and her hand on my leg.

Her interest in me was clear - and I knew I was attracted to her. At some point, I remember brushing her lips with my thumb and stroking the side of her face briefly.

We continued this sweet little seduction dance for a while, while I tried to build up my courage on how we were going to end the evening.

However, before I got to say anything, she put her arm around my waist, pulled me into her, bit my bottom lip and whispered in my ear, "So, are you coming home with me?"

Then she arched one eyebrow, stood up and pulled me out onto the street. We got in a cab and made our way to her place.

I'd drunk my nerves away and by the time we stumbled through her front door, into her room and onto her bed, I surprised myself with how confident I felt with her.

We got naked, fast. She stopped to check I was OK, but I was more than OK - I was completely mesmerised with her.

I couldn't stop looking at her, touching her, kissing her everywhere.

She pinned me down on her purple sheets and talked to me while she kissed her way down my breasts, tummy and the tops of my thighs. She went down on me and it felt amazing. I enjoy oral sex most of all.

Then I flipped her over and did the same - being between her legs was fascinating and confusing.

I never penetrated her, apart from with my fingers & tongue. The sex was still enjoyable for us both and she seemed just as happy. We played around with each other's bodies for some time, then fell asleep together.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to see her again, she had to move back to Romania shortly afterwards.

We kept in touch for a while, until she got back together with an ex-boyfriend.

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Since posting this story, I've been asked the same question, so I may as well answer it here. Why did I make the point of no penetration? I never have, with the few women I've been with. In my head this is a 'male act'.

Which is why I prefer Oral so much or being Bottom. Strange, but that's me I guess.