Blogger

投诉/举报!>>

Blog
more...
photo album
more...
video
more...
Home >> 01 Erotic stories>> My experience with bisexualit...
Blogger:xhlong_00 2023-10-01xhl

Add Favorites

cancel Favorites

My experience with bisexuality (2) 

After the hermaphroditic seed sprouted, I began to search for others like myself.
It's hard to come by.
I met a very outstanding man by chance on a dating website. We've been communicating on and off for several years, but we've never met in person. From our conversations, I learned that he has a stable job, the kind that gives me a sense of security.
Finally, they met alone in one place.
He was well-proportioned, about 175cm tall, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a refined and scholarly air, exuding a strong professional presence. He lacked the greasy and sleazy qualities I usually find in men. Although he was three years older than me, he was capable, sunny, and a friend with both social experience and personal cultivation—which was definitely what attracted me.
We talked honestly and openly about our fantasies and expectations. Suddenly, he reached out and touched my crotch through my pants. I was a little nervous and didn't move. But as his fingers slid along, I slowly started to get hard. Since we'd started, I figured I might as well enjoy it.
His movements were gentle, and I began to relax. After we took off our clothes, I admired his crotch. He seemed to notice my gaze, and stood quietly in front of me, his legs slightly parted. His penis was also swollen, but not particularly thick; the foreskin was still covering the glans, and it was a light color, looking very clean. I sat on the sofa, and he knelt down, slowly licking my glans and penis. His warm mouth made me groan. I touched his face, grabbed his hair and pressed it down; his deep throat intoxicated me. I couldn't help but pull him up, kiss him, and reach down to stroke his penis.
In the midst of our struggle, I made him kneel between my legs again, enjoying his lips and tongue. I adjusted my position and pressed his head down. He understood my intention, and his tongue slid from my penis to my perineum and all the way to my anus. It felt so good. In that minute, I absolutely loved his oral skills.
When his tongue returned to my glans, I couldn't bear to leave his mouth, and I couldn't help but thrust my hips, seeking even stronger stimulation. Finally... I ejaculated in his mouth. He didn't move, quietly feeling the throbbing of my penis, and then spat it onto the paper.
Then I helped him masturbate, and he closed his eyes and ejaculated in my hand.
It fell silent.
I felt selfish, but he still smiled at me and didn't seem to mind.
Later, he never had the chance to come to my city.
Contact was lost again.

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/2408.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=2408&aspx=1

Previous Page : My experience with bisexuality (3)

Next Page : A gentlewoman in bed, a madwoman off bed: The Making of a Slutty Wife (Part Two)

增加   


comment        Open a new window to view comments