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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 Ataköy travesti 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 Ataköy travestiileri 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.

I pulled my lacy underwear down my hips as Lina watched, and she pushed me back onto the bed to lay before her, completely under her control.

“How do you want me to touch you?” she asked.

Completely exposed and vulnerable, legs propped up on the bed and face flushed, I answered, “Lina, touch me however the fuck you want.” She could do whatever she wanted to me and I would be happy.

Lina leaned over my prostrate body and opened my legs wider, running her fingertips over my wet slit and licking the moisture off as she went, gently curving her way down my pussy’s folds, dipping gently in and out of me, swirling her fingers around my inner and outer labia. She was so goddam gentle, I was writhing in pleasure. She slid the silk off her body to reveal a nude thong and no bra. Her gorgeous breasts were completely untethered as she came to hover above me and I reached for travesti Ataköy her right nipple, sucking it into my mouth and grasping it tightly with my closest hand.

Her mouth met mine and she placed her full body on mine, chest to chest, pussy to pussy. I felt her labia rub against mine, brushing my throbbing clit until I gasped audibly with pleasure, feeling the ache build between my legs. Her tongue in my mouth felt perfect, but I wanted my tongue inside her. I told her to sit on my face, so she did, bringing her thighs level with my ears she lowered her perfect pussy, flower shaped and glistening, onto my lips and I allowed myself a moment to smell and taste her before running my tongue through her crevices and slipping into her, lapping up as much of her wetness as I could.

Her clit begged for attention as she cried out loudly in pleasure, so I sucked it gently between my lips until I felt a gush of moisture soak my face. She tasted like heaven as her sweet juices ran over me and she cried out loudly. I refused to let her go, holding her in place by her hips and pushing my tongue into her wetness, fucking her mercilessly with my mouth. She was rocking desperately on my face and I could only breathe in her, everything was her. I stroked her asshole with my finger, inserted one into her pussy, and gently rubbed her clit with my lips as she came again on my face with a gorgeous moan of pleasure.

God, with her juices running down my face in one of the most beautiful cities on Earth, I truly felt complete.

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