I loved forgetting about the male pleasure arch and surrendering to waves of pleasure that is being with a woman.
I was always in love with a family friend, I've known her since I was eight or nine years old. And my first time was with her. On my 24th birthday she slept over at my place. We didn't stop cuddling and not letting go all night. My heart didn't stop beating and my body was ecstatic from the softness of her body. That sensation of her smell and body lasted me a week, until she came back, stayed over one more time and that night was the most incredible of my life. We didn't stop, time flew by, kissing her, feeling her was fantastic. The next day I went to school, I thought I'd have a heart attack. My pulse was racing like never before. After that night, I no longer doubted it, I loved women.
I was at a nightclub with too many drinks. A girl came up to the table, started dancing with me, and told me she liked it. I ended up fleeing with her to the bathroom and we locked ourselves in. I don't remember much, but I think it wasn't that calm because they were knocking on the door for us to leave, basically, we got dressed in two seconds, left there, each going our separate ways, and we didn't see each other again in life.
She, older than I, invited me some beers. She took me by the river, took my hand, and said to me: 'What you need is to learn how to make a woman happy'.
I was 18 years old. I had arrived in a city where I didn't know anyone to study at university. In the assistance house, I met a girl ten years older than me. Almost always she would look for me when everyone else was already asleep. She used to write me very nice letters saying 'I love you', but I thought it was a filial love, from friends. One time we were in her room, I don't even remember what we were doing or how it happened, she started touching my hand in a way that I knew was different. And then she asked, 'Have your fingers ever been sucked?' and proceeded to suck my finger on my hand.
I had my first sexual experience with a woman just a year ago. I had been in threesomes before, but never alone with a girl. I loved forgetting about the masculine pleasure arc (excitement, orgasm, snoring) and surrendering to waves of pleasure that comes with being with a woman. After that, I slept with more girls and ended up falling in love with an enchanting woman. We were together for a short time (she lives in another country), but we still keep in touch. Loving her was one of the best decisions of my life. Lesbian sex makes me responsible, more creative, empowered. Sleeping with a woman is like looking at myself in the mirror: I get confused between the reverse and the front side, it's possible to interchange roles or get rid of them completely. That first night with a woman shook me, forced me to question my sexuality. It made me realize that in the ultra-catholic and ultra-provincial city where I grew up, there was no space to think about other forms of affection that weren't heteronormed. I'm still working on it, reviewing my files, getting rid of prejudices and misconceptions, preparing myself to present publicly as a queer woman.
I remember the perfect first day I saw her. I loved it. I think I went completely crazy. It was super intense all the time with her. I was 17, she would have been 23. I was in my last year of prep and she had almost finished university. The three first months we only went out as novices. It was February 14th at my parents' house. She stayed overnight and it was the first time we slept together. I think I was half scared because I didn't know what to do. Luckily it was fine and I stayed with her for two years.
I was always in love with a family friend, I've known her since I was eight or nine years old. And my first time was with her. On my 24th birthday she slept over at my place. We didn't stop cuddling and not letting go all night. My heart didn't stop beating and my body was ecstatic from the softness of her body. That sensation of her smell and body lasted me a week, until she came back, stayed over one more time and that night was the most incredible of my life. We didn't stop, time flew by, kissing her, feeling her was fantastic. The next day I went to school, I thought I'd have a heart attack. My pulse was racing like never before. After that night, I no longer doubted it, I loved women.I was at a nightclub with too many drinks. A girl came up to the table, started dancing with me, and told me she liked it. I ended up fleeing with her to the bathroom and we locked ourselves in. I don't remember much, but I think it wasn't that calm because they were knocking on the door for us to leave, basically, we got dressed in two seconds, left there, each going our separate ways, and we didn't see each other again in life.She, older than I, invited me some beers. She took me by the river, took my hand, and said to me: 'What you need is to learn how to make a woman happy'.I was 18 years old. I had arrived in a city where I didn't know anyone to study at university. In the assistance house, I met a girl ten years older than me. Almost always she would look for me when everyone else was already asleep. She used to write me very nice letters saying 'I love you', but I thought it was a filial love, from friends. One time we were in her room, I don't even remember what we were doing or how it happened, she started touching my hand in a way that I knew was different. And then she asked, 'Have your fingers ever been sucked?' and proceeded to suck my finger on my hand.I had my first sexual experience with a woman just a year ago. I had been in threesomes before, but never alone with a girl. I loved forgetting about the masculine pleasure arc (excitement, orgasm, snoring) and surrendering to waves of pleasure that comes with being with a woman. After that, I slept with more girls and ended up falling in love with an enchanting woman. We were together for a short time (she lives in another country), but we still keep in touch. Loving her was one of the best decisions of my life. Lesbian sex makes me responsible, more creative, empowered. Sleeping with a woman is like looking at myself in the mirror: I get confused between the reverse and the front side, it's possible to interchange roles or get rid of them completely. That first night with a woman shook me, forced me to question my sexuality. It made me realize that in the ultra-catholic and ultra-provincial city where I grew up, there was no space to think about other forms of affection that weren't heteronormed. I'm still working on it, reviewing my files, getting rid of prejudices and misconceptions, preparing myself to present publicly as a queer woman.I remember the perfect first day I saw her. I loved it. I think I went completely crazy. It was super intense all the time with her. I was 17, she would have been 23. I was in my last year of prep and she had almost finished university. The three first months we only went out as novices. It was February 14th at my parents' house. She stayed overnight and it was the first time we slept together. I think I was half scared because I didn't know what to do. Luckily it was fine and I stayed with her for two years.
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