This one is for my bisexual femme queens who didn't realize they loved women and wanted to sleep with them until after getting married to supportive men who celebrate who they are, completely.
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"How do you want me to touch you?" she asked, and I hesitated to respond, finding reality difficult to comprehend. But it was real: a stunning blonde with long legs in a white silk dress stood above me as I lay stark naked on the bed in front of her.
When I flew to Austria, looking to explore the beautiful city of Vienna and all it had to offer, that included women. I'm married to a man who fully embraces my bisexuality and encourages me to see women casually. With his blessing, I booked a 4-day European vacation, hoping would give me time to do what I longed to - have sex with a woman. As someone who discovered my sexuality later in life, I had never slept with a woman before. I couldn't wait to. Upon arrival in the unreal city of Vienna, I settled into my hotel, unpacking my clothes into drawers, even for the brief trip. Then I downloaded Hinge and started swiping, which is how I found her. Lina. Striking, flawless Lina. Her photo had immediately captured my attention - she was blonde and hazel-eyed, a sharp contrast to my brunette hair and green eyes. Her style seemed girly and feminine as I scrolled through her photos. She wore a lot of skirts and silk and she smiled wide, like life had dealt her a good hand. I thought for sure she was out of my league but apparently she liked what she saw on my profile enough to swipe right on me, too. We arranged to meet the following evening, when my jet lag had worn off sufficiently.
Lina and I met for dinner at a restaurant two blocks away from my hotel. The attraction was obvious and magnetic as soon as we locked eyes - I wanted her, and she wanted me. Her lilting voice captivated me as she told me stories from her teenage years, learning she loved women and being accepted by her parents and loved ones. I envied her ease in embracing her sexuality, the way she so comfortably reached for my leg under the table and ran her fingers up and down my thigh. Commanding in presence, I was captivated by her. I invited her back to my beautiful hotel with a balcony overlooking Vienna, now aglow in soft evening light. As soon as the door to my hotel room shut behind us Lina cut the gentle and soft act ordered me to strip naked, immediately.
I wasn't expecting such a commanding tone from such a lithe, feminine woman, but I did as she asked, slowly removing each piece of clothing, one by one. Her eyes never left mine.
