Questions, questions, always so many questions....
Aside from those who begin messages with "whatsup" or "U ok", lots start off by firing questions at me without waiting for answers, which are often not of the one word variety, indeed, from me there will rarely be even a short answer, let alone one word.
I don't mind chatting about (almost) anything, but for me so many things are complicated or have a long story behind them.
I'm new to this blog thing and hope I can delete or edit it in the future as I remember more of the questions I'm asked.
Aside from the fairly stupid questions from men asking if we can meet ( meaning they either haven't read or haven't understood my profile -one arrogant individual said he never read profiles and refused to do so even when I asked him to !) the most common questions seem to relate to what age was I when ( add here any particular curiosity !) .....and what was the age of my youngest girlfriend etc, first time for this, that or another. So, there are a few things I can easily remember:-
When did I loose my virginity: sixteen, and it was a really big disappointment.
When did I first have sex with another girl: I was nineteen, we were at university and it was absolutely wonderful, suddenly things made sense.
Am I bi- ? I don't think so. If I never have another hetero- relationship, I'll not miss it.
Yes, I have had two "hetero-elationships" since I found out that I preferred women/girls, one was because he was really interested in me, not just for sex but because we had interests in common, it lasted a few months, he was younger than me and it wasn't about for sex for me, but it was for him. The other was a one-off fling with a friend I've known for years and was intended to surprise him as much as please me because he knew that I was out as lesbian. Really, just a one-off.
Back to the more usual rather than the exceptions: between my first boyfriend and uni, I had several boyfriends but sex really wasn't much good for me and certainly wasn't anything like my friends seemed to be getting, though I knew well enough how to cum, but never did when having hetero-sex. I remember one occasion in the back of a car when I was kneeling on the back seat, entered from behind, I fingered myself off and when I came, so did he: it left him very pleased with himself, so I didn't say that I'd cum from doing it myself.
I've been asked lots of times about my "first time" both hetero-and lesbian. My first boyfriend I've mentioned above, his bedroom on a Sunday afternoon when everyone else was out: it was a real disappointment.
My first girlfriend was in her second year at uni, I was in my first, but I had taken a year out. We were only together for a week or so and she was going through a phase that I did soon after of getting off with as many girls as we could in the time available. It was a lot of "experimenting" by all concerned and maybe I was trying to make up for lost time or the earlier disappointments. It was all very promiscuous.
One thing that features one way or another in what I have done over the years is ballet. I've never been a professional dancer, I was quite good and like every *********** I wanted to be a prima ballerina and I did all my grade exams but as a career, it is so short. For once I listened to advice and tried to keep it in perspective which with hindsight is fortunate.
Wednesdays at uni were half days for lectures/tutorials with sports clubs meeting in the afternoons. I went to the ballet studio and later on to one of the halls of residence to pick up some notes I had lent to someone. It was (and still is, I believe) an all-women residence ( maybe mention something amusing about this later**) and I was hanging about in the common room for my friend Cathy to turn up. I was talking to Gill, I'd not met her before as we were on different courses and she was in the Athletics Club. She invited me up to her room for coffee and we sat around chatting for ages. It was a double/twin room which she shared with another girl. There was a hand basin in the corner so I went to wash up the coffee mugs. We were talking and she stood close behind me, I put the mugs on the glass shelf and turned around to find Gill inches from me; she moved forward and kissed me, putting her hands on my shoulders. It was a bit of a surprise but there was nowhere for me to move and, well, events just took over ! I didn't want her to stop, it felt different to being kissed by boys and it seemed to feel so much better, softer and more sensual, she was confident but not as pushy as some boys. She was a couple of inches taller than me, but I was used to being on my toes! She wrapped her arms around me and pressed me back between the hand basin which was at "bum level" and a big wardrobe/cupboard. I guessed that she wanted to make sure I didn't just step to one side: she needn't have worried, I loved her kissing me. She was pressing tightly against me and I must have had my hands somewhere around her waist so lifted my right leg and hooked it around her, pulling her closer: that left her in no doubt that I liked what she was doing, I liked it lots!
We broke off, she looked at me and said something like "I didn't know if you..." and I just said I didn't know either, but liked what had happened so far. We went back to long deep kisses with Gill getting more adventurous by rubbing herself against my thigh. She was wearing a stretch tracksuit bottom with an elastic waist into which I had worked one hand, my skirt was getting rucked higher up my thighs. She moved her hands down so she was ******* my bum over my skirt.
Gill went to drop the catch on the door -I was bothered about her room mate turning up though Gill said that she had gone to stay with a boyfriend at another university, so was unlikely to be back, but I felt a lot safer with the door locked.
We went and sat on the bed. It may be unremarkable now, but for me it was new, different but somehow felt so right. I've been asked why I didn't know I preferred girls/women before and it is easy with hindsight, but it was quite a while ago now when attitudes were different. Being called " a lezzie" was an insult used by some of the rougher girls in school, usually without any justification. When I was 14-15 there had been a student teacher who taught gym and PE for us ( and some subjects to the lower years). I had a really massive crush on her and took extra tennis lessons to be around her. Nothing ever happened and I'm not sure what I wanted to "happen" or what I would have done if it had, but I do remember how I was very upset when she left but not able to tell anyone how I felt.
Anyways, Gill and I sat on the bed, it was all "predictable" and not so different to being with a boyfriend, but it was also so new and far more welcome than being groped and mauled by some lad. Gill's touch was lighter, more careful, though I'm sure she was disappointed to find my bra was more padding than breast, but she didn't say so. I've always wanted bigger boobs, nothing huge, just more, so my bra was mainly to hold padding in place!
I was a step behind Gill and she pulled her polo top off before I had done more than touch her over her bra; I wasn't used to touching another girls breasts in a sexual way, but she reacted much the same as me. Her breasts were much nicer than mine, rounded with nipples which grew firmer when I rubbed them; they got bigger when I later licked and nibbled them, but she had done that to me first. It was so much more of a turn-on than with a boyfriend, I couldn't easily explain why, it wasn't just the novelty of the situation.
We had both got each other topless, I had licked her nipples into round buttons ( mine used just to get more pointed, no matter how turned on I got) and her hand was between my thighs with my skirt all bunched up, but I was wearing tights. She undid the zip at the back of my skirt and said for me to stand up. I took off my skirt, Gill took hold of my tights and pulled them down catching my knickers at the same time, everything ending at mid-thigh level : she buried her face in my bush, pulling me towards her with her hands going behind me to grope my bum so I put my hands on the back of her head. Her breath on my crotch added to how hot I was down there. I pulled off my tights and knickers, she stood up and took off her tracksuit bottoms and knickers and we got into bed, lying face to face.
Gill was all over me, I was far more cautious, kissing her and kneading her breast as she got me more and more turned on. She knew where to touch, gently then firmly, from my navel down to my bush, the insides of my thighs before ever going near my pussy. I tried to leave her in no doubt that I really loved what she was doing, even if I wasn't exactly returning the favour. Her fingers began exploring my pussy and it was so unlike the inept poking about from boyfriends. When she moved from my wet pussy up to my clit I began squirming around, it felt so intense. I remember she moved my hand from her boob down between her legs and I had my first chance to feel another girls pussy. It wasn't "fashionable" to shave, or even trim much, everyone had a bush of one sort or another and Gill was curly and dense, she was also very wet !
More to follow.
I don't mind chatting about (almost) anything, but for me so many things are complicated or have a long story behind them.
I'm new to this blog thing and hope I can delete or edit it in the future as I remember more of the questions I'm asked.
Aside from the fairly stupid questions from men asking if we can meet ( meaning they either haven't read or haven't understood my profile -one arrogant individual said he never read profiles and refused to do so even when I asked him to !) the most common questions seem to relate to what age was I when ( add here any particular curiosity !) .....and what was the age of my youngest girlfriend etc, first time for this, that or another. So, there are a few things I can easily remember:-
When did I loose my virginity: sixteen, and it was a really big disappointment.
When did I first have sex with another girl: I was nineteen, we were at university and it was absolutely wonderful, suddenly things made sense.
Am I bi- ? I don't think so. If I never have another hetero- relationship, I'll not miss it.
Yes, I have had two "hetero-elationships" since I found out that I preferred women/girls, one was because he was really interested in me, not just for sex but because we had interests in common, it lasted a few months, he was younger than me and it wasn't about for sex for me, but it was for him. The other was a one-off fling with a friend I've known for years and was intended to surprise him as much as please me because he knew that I was out as lesbian. Really, just a one-off.
Back to the more usual rather than the exceptions: between my first boyfriend and uni, I had several boyfriends but sex really wasn't much good for me and certainly wasn't anything like my friends seemed to be getting, though I knew well enough how to cum, but never did when having hetero-sex. I remember one occasion in the back of a car when I was kneeling on the back seat, entered from behind, I fingered myself off and when I came, so did he: it left him very pleased with himself, so I didn't say that I'd cum from doing it myself.
I've been asked lots of times about my "first time" both hetero-and lesbian. My first boyfriend I've mentioned above, his bedroom on a Sunday afternoon when everyone else was out: it was a real disappointment.
My first girlfriend was in her second year at uni, I was in my first, but I had taken a year out. We were only together for a week or so and she was going through a phase that I did soon after of getting off with as many girls as we could in the time available. It was a lot of "experimenting" by all concerned and maybe I was trying to make up for lost time or the earlier disappointments. It was all very promiscuous.
One thing that features one way or another in what I have done over the years is ballet. I've never been a professional dancer, I was quite good and like every *********** I wanted to be a prima ballerina and I did all my grade exams but as a career, it is so short. For once I listened to advice and tried to keep it in perspective which with hindsight is fortunate.
Wednesdays at uni were half days for lectures/tutorials with sports clubs meeting in the afternoons. I went to the ballet studio and later on to one of the halls of residence to pick up some notes I had lent to someone. It was (and still is, I believe) an all-women residence ( maybe mention something amusing about this later**) and I was hanging about in the common room for my friend Cathy to turn up. I was talking to Gill, I'd not met her before as we were on different courses and she was in the Athletics Club. She invited me up to her room for coffee and we sat around chatting for ages. It was a double/twin room which she shared with another girl. There was a hand basin in the corner so I went to wash up the coffee mugs. We were talking and she stood close behind me, I put the mugs on the glass shelf and turned around to find Gill inches from me; she moved forward and kissed me, putting her hands on my shoulders. It was a bit of a surprise but there was nowhere for me to move and, well, events just took over ! I didn't want her to stop, it felt different to being kissed by boys and it seemed to feel so much better, softer and more sensual, she was confident but not as pushy as some boys. She was a couple of inches taller than me, but I was used to being on my toes! She wrapped her arms around me and pressed me back between the hand basin which was at "bum level" and a big wardrobe/cupboard. I guessed that she wanted to make sure I didn't just step to one side: she needn't have worried, I loved her kissing me. She was pressing tightly against me and I must have had my hands somewhere around her waist so lifted my right leg and hooked it around her, pulling her closer: that left her in no doubt that I liked what she was doing, I liked it lots!
We broke off, she looked at me and said something like "I didn't know if you..." and I just said I didn't know either, but liked what had happened so far. We went back to long deep kisses with Gill getting more adventurous by rubbing herself against my thigh. She was wearing a stretch tracksuit bottom with an elastic waist into which I had worked one hand, my skirt was getting rucked higher up my thighs. She moved her hands down so she was ******* my bum over my skirt.
Gill went to drop the catch on the door -I was bothered about her room mate turning up though Gill said that she had gone to stay with a boyfriend at another university, so was unlikely to be back, but I felt a lot safer with the door locked.
We went and sat on the bed. It may be unremarkable now, but for me it was new, different but somehow felt so right. I've been asked why I didn't know I preferred girls/women before and it is easy with hindsight, but it was quite a while ago now when attitudes were different. Being called " a lezzie" was an insult used by some of the rougher girls in school, usually without any justification. When I was 14-15 there had been a student teacher who taught gym and PE for us ( and some subjects to the lower years). I had a really massive crush on her and took extra tennis lessons to be around her. Nothing ever happened and I'm not sure what I wanted to "happen" or what I would have done if it had, but I do remember how I was very upset when she left but not able to tell anyone how I felt.
Anyways, Gill and I sat on the bed, it was all "predictable" and not so different to being with a boyfriend, but it was also so new and far more welcome than being groped and mauled by some lad. Gill's touch was lighter, more careful, though I'm sure she was disappointed to find my bra was more padding than breast, but she didn't say so. I've always wanted bigger boobs, nothing huge, just more, so my bra was mainly to hold padding in place!
I was a step behind Gill and she pulled her polo top off before I had done more than touch her over her bra; I wasn't used to touching another girls breasts in a sexual way, but she reacted much the same as me. Her breasts were much nicer than mine, rounded with nipples which grew firmer when I rubbed them; they got bigger when I later licked and nibbled them, but she had done that to me first. It was so much more of a turn-on than with a boyfriend, I couldn't easily explain why, it wasn't just the novelty of the situation.
We had both got each other topless, I had licked her nipples into round buttons ( mine used just to get more pointed, no matter how turned on I got) and her hand was between my thighs with my skirt all bunched up, but I was wearing tights. She undid the zip at the back of my skirt and said for me to stand up. I took off my skirt, Gill took hold of my tights and pulled them down catching my knickers at the same time, everything ending at mid-thigh level : she buried her face in my bush, pulling me towards her with her hands going behind me to grope my bum so I put my hands on the back of her head. Her breath on my crotch added to how hot I was down there. I pulled off my tights and knickers, she stood up and took off her tracksuit bottoms and knickers and we got into bed, lying face to face.
Gill was all over me, I was far more cautious, kissing her and kneading her breast as she got me more and more turned on. She knew where to touch, gently then firmly, from my navel down to my bush, the insides of my thighs before ever going near my pussy. I tried to leave her in no doubt that I really loved what she was doing, even if I wasn't exactly returning the favour. Her fingers began exploring my pussy and it was so unlike the inept poking about from boyfriends. When she moved from my wet pussy up to my clit I began squirming around, it felt so intense. I remember she moved my hand from her boob down between her legs and I had my first chance to feel another girls pussy. It wasn't "fashionable" to shave, or even trim much, everyone had a bush of one sort or another and Gill was curly and dense, she was also very wet !
More to follow.
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