First Moment of Love Making
I don't know how I had turned bicurious. But those were the days of singledom. I was living and working in isolation. Most of my days would be spent working on my computer alone in my office and I would browse the personals section on craigslist. Initially I started replying to F4M section. But I rarely received a reply back and those that replied were scammers and prostitutes.
I slowly transitioned to reading M4M ads and got hooked. I guess I always had some bicurious tendencies growing up and this became an outlet for my boredom. I was fascinated by the big cocks that some guys would put up in their ads. Equally alluring were inviting images of men on their knees, their back arched seductively, and their smooth asses in a lewd display. What excited me most were posts of masculine men with wide muscular chests and thick hanging cocks. I tried replying to some of them but I guess my language didn't appeal to them.
So, taking advantage of my vivid imagination, I decided to post my own ad where I declared my desire to have a masculine man make me feel like a woman. I received many replies but it was an Indian guy who wrote a detailed reply of how he would seduce me. I was floored by his imagination and also enticed that he was a fellow Indian. My reply to him was equally seductive and he was excited to find out that I was also Indian. We'd exchanged a few emails sharing our fantasies and in a moment of boldness I shared my phone number with him. He texted me immediately and we spoke later that night over the phone. It took a few attempts at setting up a meeting and cancelations since both of us were nervous and concerned about our privacy.
After a few missed chances of meeting outside, I decide to bite the bullet and invited Ameesh to my apartment for a meetup. I had a roommate and I was somewhat worried that he might come home anytime. Luckily, Ameesh was Indian so he could pass off as a friend. He came in and sat on the couch in my living room and we got to some courtesy small talk. While we were talking, he scooted close to me and gently took my hand over his. It was a surprise move that got me pleasantly surprised and nervous. He had romantically asserted his masculine role. In a moment of shyness, I said: "I am hungry. Can I make some omelet for you as well?", and walked over to the other side of the open plan living room where the kitchen was. He watched TV for a few minutes and I got started with the omelet.
While I was whisking the egg, he walked over behind me and put his hands on my waist. I was wearing loose pajamas and a T-shirt and the touch of his fingers on the bare skin of my waist was electrifying. My mind was distracted away from whisking the egg to the anticipation of what was to come. Every woman remembers their first time and this was that moment. His left fingers slid gently from the waist under my t-shirt into my pajamas and into my underwear. My pajamas and underwear got lowered a little and his fingers grazing through the sides to the upper portion of my ass. It was a treat in sensuality of the feminine experience that I still relish years later.
In that moment, he had moved close enough to rub his cock on my ass. I could feel his raging erection through the fabric. Like a master seducer, he brought his lips close to my ears. I could feel his breath on my ears and instinctively leaned my head back resting it against his chest but turned away from his lips. As I leaned back into him, I had a sense of security in that sensual moment feeling his whole body pressed against mine. He had seduced me and I was willing to be seduced. Taking his cue, he lowered his lips on the nape of my neck planting wet kisses downwards.
That moment of erotic surrender was an experience in feminine bliss. His large hands had made me naked by then, as he pressed his manhood on may naked ass. He continued going down and up my neck, planting lingering kisses as his left hand grabbed my butt cheek and pulled is further left prying the crack my ass. I could feel his manhood pushing deeper in the crack of my ass as a result of his ministrations. For a moment he stopped kissing my neck and started nibbling on my ear lobe. He had already freed his member from his pants somehow and I could feel that hot rod lodged vertically in the crack of my ass. It was a feeling like no other.
My own erection was pressed against the handle of the stove and my own hands were busy holding the cup and the fork. A perfect circumstance to feel the yin energy. My butt was pressed against his crotch while I had arched my back to lean my head against his chest. For a person looking from a distance, that embrace was a portrait to be painted. His finger moved from my butt to the side and came closer to my crotch. Instinctively, I jerked pushing him further back and got back to my senses. I don't know why I made that move but feel like I had the instinct to not let him feel me in the front just as yet. I got back from the blissful surrender to a moment of control where I told him that I need to finish making the omelet. He should wait for me on the couch.
My hands were trembling as he pulled away. A huge part of me didn't want him to move away. But he was a gentleman who knew the limits of a consensual encounter happening for the first time. That is something I still admire about him years later. I finished making one omelet and served it to him with a fork and sauce. There was shyness mixed with service in my demeanor that a feminine woman experiences in the initial phases of relationship. I was feeding my man before our encounter, as if I had a visceral understanding that a woman has to fill his stomach to arouse his libido. It wasn't the case here but I was somehow playing a woman's role too well.
