Finding out I 'm a lesbian

(female homosexual account) How are you? My name is Marcia. Today I'm going to talk about how I became bisexual. It was the day that I had my first homosexual relationship. Throughout my teenage years, I had a few boyfriends, but I was still a virgin. I always went out with my girlfriends to ballet dances and I used to go out with boys, but it was just kissing and hugging and I never let the sign go I kept my virginity until I was 22 and our group was made up of friends from school and neighbors, but in our group there was a young woman who everyone said was a lesbian. I only heard rumors, but nothing that could actually prove the truth. I had nothing to do with the lives of others, but in my intimacy I imagined what the relationship between two women was like. And best of all, I felt good imagining myself with this colleague, I felt a real passion for Ivete, my colleague, but I never let it be known that I had this burning desire for her or any other friend in the group. But I could not deny that I had a secret desire to date and be with another woman. Let's just say I was attracted. A lot of times I'd watch my teammates change in the locker room after handball practice, and just seeing the breasts, or even the pussy, it would turn me on. Some of them changed their clothes in front of everyone. I was always reserved because I was very shy and withdrawn. I imagined an intimate relationship, but the fear and shyness I felt was fear of rejection, so I remained unhappy and only in moments of loneliness did my mind wander to some colleague I was attracted to. I was even afraid of the mediocre society that loves to dictate orders to everyone's innermost desire. I was afraid of being different from my other friends, for the town I lived in was very small and rumors would be a great sorrow to my parents. But time passed and things changed until: I went to a party once. I was 22 years old. I was still a virgin. It was one of those parties I used to have where they closed the street with a lot of sound boxes. It was a town celebration. That is, the city offered its inhabitants musical attractions and there were many food and drink stalls throughout the central square. Everyone enjoyed it, and we youths took advantage of it to get out of the daily routine of the quiet town, for our parents would let us go. There was no violence or drugs like in modern times. The sound was loud and a lot of people were crowding in, school friends and everyone in town was participating, it was a very busy party, a lot of people from surrounding towns. I was with a group of college friends when Ivete* a friend called me to go to the bathroom, she whispered in my ear. - Marcia, come with me to the bathroom. - I felt a chill when I heard your voice in a whisper in my ear. This friend was Ivete, who everyone said was a lesbian. I didn't even think of refusing company. After all, we women have a habit of always going to the bathroom in public places in groups. Everybody there thought she was a lesbian. When she asked me to go to the bathroom with her, I thought to myself that it would be this time that I would reveal my innermost desire. I'm not gonna be able to hold myself back, and it was knowing that I could roll something between us. As soon as I went to the bathroom, we were discussing amenities. Both Ivete and I had been secretly drinking alcoholic beverages, and this further discourages people. I went to the bathroom with Ivete. It was a bit far, on the way I was already thinking if she tried something I wouldn't reject her and I would accept it. I felt this hidden desire to know what sex is really like inside of us women. When I was getting close I felt a chill in my belly, a desire to go and not to go at the same time, damn indecision. But I mustered up the courage and we went into the bathroom. By the time we got to the bathroom, I was so hard that my panties looked like they were soaked. My pussy was barking with a boner. He seemed to have an inner fire. It was this excitement that drove me and without a doubt I liked women very much. Our bathroom was crowded, many young women setting their hair and doing their physiological needs. Ivete and I stood in line, and when a bathroom at the end of the corridor became vacant, we went in together. Ivete spoke loudly people I have a stomach ache, do not bother there are many toilets available there. -Please. We lock the door. And we both went in laughing, I was still inhibited. As soon as we walked in, we were so close, the space was so small, I could feel her gasping for breath. Ivete was beautiful her long black hair a little shorter than me, I'm 1.73. We stood facing each other on our feet and then, without words, we began to kiss, at first a shy kiss, then a gentle touch of the lips. But soon I dissipated my shyness and my innermost desire imploded like a volcano. I held his head and like a man. I took complete liberty of the movements of our bodies which seemed to be in a trance. I well remember the taste of Ivete's mouth her sweet smell, soft mouth, her lips receptive to mine. My tongue took possession of his, penetrating his mouth. An ecstasy of the unknown and long desired. I held her neck, kissed her with such naturalness so thirsty for her body. It's been a long time since my first time, but I still get a thrill from the memories of those wonderful times. It was our daring that gave more adrenaline to our first intimate encounter. I still remember, and I don't know how we had the courage to do it in such a crowded place. It's comical now, but back then it was a delicious love craze. Some people knocked on the door, but we kept quiet. Like the world outside doesn't exist. Just me and her, Marcia the shy virgin and Ivete the experienced one. They didn't need words, our bodies communicated in a language that only existed the word pleasure. So desire dictated the rules, ecstasy took the direction of sensual pleasure. I sat down and lifted Ivete's blouse, looking at those beautiful breasts with the beaks erect made me shiver, my hands were touching one by one I felt those breasts, there in front of me I gave a sigh of joy. What I've wanted for a long time and always lacked the courage. I was alone with Ivete her breasts, her beaks erect her body would be possessed by me. At last she was mine, I could savor those moments of pleasure without fear of repulsion or anything that might make me doubt my true choice for the pleasure of savoring a female in the full conception of the word. I fall in love with those little titties with the pointy little beaks. What a treat! I could smell his body, the smell of a woman. If Ivete regretted it, she loved me back. I stroked her belly, she felt my full breasts. We were in paradise. I unbuttoned Ivete's pants and shoved my hand inside her panties, as she continued to kiss my big, fat breasts. I was possessing her beautiful body, Ivete was at the mercy of my desires that I always coveted. When I finally got my hand inside my underpants and finally touched In your little toy... Warm and wet with her nectar... I let out a high moan... that was like an animal's groan in the heat... a warm moist delight waiting for my fingers to smooth her big lips. Only someone who's done it knows the extent of the pleasure. You whimpered while I played with my fingers on your hot pussy. You have no idea, she was soaking wet. I would pass my hand, very affectionately feel the fluids of his body drain through my fingers. It was something so tasty I made a point of licking my fingers, tasting its honey. Soon I was sitting on the vase, and Ivete with her legs spread sat on my lap in front of me. My clit was throbbing, when she stood up a little, leaned back and offered me her pussy so I could suck it, taste it, absorb it like a ripe fruit waiting for my lips. Oh, how I loved that woman-scented cricket rubbing my face. My excitement exploded. I sucked... and licked every last bit of it until it was in my mouth. We stayed for minutes, giving each other pleasure. We spent our time together, me with her fingers playing with my pussy, and she offered me her honey in my mouth. After I did that crazy thing with my friend, we got out of the bathroom, didn't even call the people outside. He'd look at us, and we'd pretend the critical eye wasn't on us. We both left, satisfied and satisfied that she had tried one more on her long list of girlfriends, and I had finally decided that she was the woman I liked. We went back to the party, we went dancing, we had a few beers. It would be very nice to be there beside the woman who awakened my most intimate desires. Then we had some meetings, more fulfilled and full of ecstasy. But I was still a virgin. But the pleasure Ivete gave me as we made 69 left me in no doubt that my greatest pleasure was to have a female to feel my burst of ecstasy and between lips the true lust. But time passed, and for family reasons I was forced to move away from the city. I went to my father's farm for a while and there I met a man I fell in love with and soon I gave myself to him. A farmhand who only really knew how to make fun. After all, you did me a favor by taking my virginity, for you didn't even feel pleasure. It was like I was fucking myself without affection and without love. But it was good. At least it gave me more freedom, and now, even after I'm married, I always find a girlfriend, and in secret, I explore my gay side, which leads me to ecstasy and pleasure. I like and love my husband, the mating is very good. But when he's away from work for days, I'm always with my girlfriend. I'm the active one, and this gives me the greatest pleasure. Feeling a throbbing, pulsating hail between my lips makes me ecstatic with pleasure. I love... I love passionately savoring every drop of my girlfriend's honey. but it's simply because you don't understand the behavior of the human being who is always in search of pleasure. One proof is the number of positions in the sexual act that everyone practices and likes in partners. It's the real proof that we're never satisfied. They reflect... I like everyone to have their own and use according to their own pleasure. Sweet as honey (cat) <unk>Don't confuse the author with his works<unk> Visit my blogs:google candy as a snack