Virtue of Being Bi (The)
by E J Sheeran
Copyright© 2004 by E J Sheeran
Copyright © 07-23-2002
I am not gay, or even Bi. I am just a horny old man who likes women so well he easily understands how one woman could make love to another and completely ignore men. If I were female, I would definitely be bi or maybe even a full lesbian.
I know if I were a woman, I wouldn't want some crusty, sweaty man to stick a dripping cock in my face and expect me to suck on it. I wouldn't want a hard, knobby dick pushing in and out of my pussy or ass hole, at least not after having the same thing done to me by a nice soft woman's tongue. The thought of a man's slimy cum, oozing down my leg like a caterpillar makes me shiver.
But now, take breasts for example (and I wish I could.) If I had some (two) of my own, I wouldn't want some smelly, whiskery old man putting his bald head in my face while he gnawed on my nipples like a dog on a bone. I think if I looked down and saw his ear full of hair I would vomit. I would much prefer to rub my tits against those of another soft female and feel her ruby lips as they danced on my skin.
I recently read an excellent story by a bi woman, about two women, neighbors, having sex. The descriptions were so vivid that my cock was soon hard as a rock and the end was leaking pre-cum, making a wet spot in my pants. I had to free it and do what was necessary to relieve the stress. The imagery of two women fucking with dildos, licking the other's pussy and slipping vibrators in and out of each other is paradise and gives me hours of pleasure.
I WANT TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT!
I want to eat her pussy until she cries for mercy, until her toes curl and her eyes roll back into her head. I want to stick my tongue in her and suck on her clit until she is so sensitive she can't stand it and begs me to stop. I want to be on the other end of the dildo and feel her fuck me just like a man would. I want to feel her soft tongue as it "slips into my pussy like a dagger, stabbing, sucking, licking," and then I want to make her feel the same thing from me. After I rest a little, I want to do it again but this time I want to kiss her mouth as our pussies rub together, my swollen, tender clit making a wet trail on her soft skin.
I don't think a man can really imagine the thrill a woman feels when she has a climax with the knowledge that her partner is feeling exactly the same as she does. As good as an orgasm feels for me, it must be ecstasy for a woman when she has two or three, one right after another.
For a man, making love to a woman has to be the ultimate in physical gratification. To run your hands over her soft skin, her breasts, her buttocks, and feel the delicate lips between her legs is heaven, only eclipsed by doing the same thing to her with your mouth and tongue. To cause the sweet feminine nectar of arousal and then taste it by drinking from this well time after time is paradise. When you are finally able to lie on top of her, with the delicate scent of her perfume drifting like clouds into your mind, every other sense is blocked and there is no other sensation. The warm feeling of the elastic shroud of her pussy engulfing your cock and her soft breasts pushing into your chest is the final pleasure that will lead to climax.
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