To think that three hours ago I was fornicating with another woman in a wild and abandoned sexual frenzy; and now, here I was at home awaiting her arrival for an evening of continued lustful lesbian coupling.
Katie inhibits all that I have secretly yearned for, and yet, twenty-four hours ago I would not have considered myself in the slightest attracted to the same sex. However, I cannot think of myself as an out and out lesbian. For I still crave the feel of a good cock thrusting into my overheat sex. But maybe at best I am now a self-confessed bisexual and yet I feel no sense of remorse, or repulsion. Quite the contrary I feel liberated and fulfilled in ways, that once, I could only have dreamed about.
My greatest wish now is that Katie remains for the weekend. Who knows β we may even spend a little time getting to know one another!
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I live in a converted warehouse overlooking the Thames. The walls have all been stripped back to the original brickwork and all the rooms have large windows with panoramic views across the city. A short while ago I purchased a queen sized four-poster bed. For me, this was the centre of my home. The kitchen cum dining area has a large oval kitchen worktop in the centre around which independent wooden supports reaching vertically to the ceiling, providing both a practical purpose and also giving an aesthetic look to the place.
I love my home; and if it wasn't for the inheritance I received a few years back, I would probably be living out my life in a bed sit for the wage that I'm on.
At eight o'clock sharp my intercom buzzer sounded. My heart leaped into my mouth. My stomach was a flutter and I was as nervous as hell. For the last few hours I had wondered if Katie would come, whether she had awoken from her sexual euphoria and thought better of making the trip over. But my fears were mislaid, for there on the video monitor was her beautiful face staring up at the camera and smiling.
'Well, aren't you going to let me in, or have you gone cold turkey?' Hmmm, interesting, I thought. She had obviously been considering that I might be too nervous as well.
Within a flash Katie was at the door looking radiant in a colourful summer dress and, what I detected, was a lack of underwear. My pulse raced and my desire flew off the scale. God she was sex on legs!
'I thought you weren't going to let me in', she enquired smiling. 'I've come prepared', she said, letting her holdall fall to the ground.
'Looks like you have', I replied walking towards her, 'I must confess I'm nervous', she said whilst standing and wringing her hands. 'Don't worry', I replied with a kiss to the lips, 'I feel the same way too'.
'You do?'
'Yes⦠look, come on', I said, 'come and sit here and have some wine'. I patted the seat beside me on the sofa and Katie threw herself down next to me.
'Why do you think we're nervous?', enquired Katie as she took a large gulp of wine, hands trembling slightly as she did so.
'Well, I can only speak for myself', I replied, 'I've⦠never done this before⦠I mean, with a woman. But neither have I met someone before who seems to share my erotic desires and wishes'.
'mmmm, I know what you mean', replied Katie, lost in thought as she pursed her lips to one side, as if inhaling my sexual aroma. - God she was erotic!
Katie shifted one leg under the other causing her dress to ride up her thighs. I was sure I could smell her scent.
'Have you?', I said. 'I mean⦠been with a woman before?'
Katie fidgeted around on the sofa looking a little uneasy. 'yyyyes', she replied.
'Ooooh, do tell'.