Bicurious......  

rm_Kris422 40F
69 posts
8/17/2005 7:04 pm

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Bicurious......

I am bicurious. I would like to know how it feels to be with another woman. I've never really experienced it. I've been to the strip clubs. I've had the private dances. They've ran their hands down my body. They've stripped off my clothes. They even sucked my tits. I've thought about it a lot. I've fantasized about it and I have decided I would like to try it. The idea of it makes me both nervous and excited. Wow, lol, it's almost like being a virgin again!

But, when I think about sex with another woman, one thing that really intrigues me is how much it turns on a man to watch two women. What is it about two women that really turns a man on? Would the man always want to join in or would he be satisfied watching?

If I were to have sex with another woman, would a want a man to watch? I think I would want a man to watch. But would I be satisfied with the woman alone or would I crave a man's touch? Would I beg him to join in, would I tease him endlessly, or would I ignore him completely absorbed in my own experience?

Hmmmm.....guess I will just have to find out.


courtland2005 48M

8/18/2005 5:52 am

What it is about two women making love that so appeals to a man? Without being too base or crude, one woman alone is a beautiful thing to behold. Two women, in the throes of passion, would simply be that much more attractive. Frankly, I have never been with two women at the same time, but like most men it is one of my fantasies, but there are some insecurities there as well. Can I satisfy two women? Can I handle the fact that I am not the sole object of her attention. What can I provide to these two women that they cannot give each other. Despite those questions, I would still like to try it one day.

Kris, I wanted to add that your pictures are wonderful, sexy and tasteful. Your choice in apparel is quite intriguing. Keep the blogs cuming!


REDSTIC69 48M

8/21/2005 7:40 am

I for 1 am very surprised you have not been bombarded by willing women!! LOL or maybe you have?? Will you inform us if you have the experiance?? And if you need or desire an watcher I will gladly volunteer! As I am sure most men would.

Play hard, play safe and play often!!!{=}


dadrulestoo 50M
6 posts
10/27/2005 7:00 am

well i have just the woman for you. you can be with her and i would be happy just watching. unless yall wanted me to join in. its your call let me know. we're waiting for you.


rm_solamystic 54M
4 posts
12/4/2005 9:24 pm

A very few years ago, I met and befriended a wonderful young woman whom I felt was probably a lesbian. I just FELT it! As it turned out she was, at that particular time, a 26 year old who was a bit conflicted about her sexuality-she loved sex with women, and loved women for the fact alone that they were women, had been with only one man ever-and that unsatisfactory event was long ago. We quickly became fast friends and shared many evenings of conversation-story after story punctuated by many cocktails. During these times we would laugh until tears burst. Then we would laugh again at the pure grandiosity of our souls and hearts long lost and now reconciled. We cried out to the cosmos and called it laughter. Truly a beautiful, sweet, and charming woman. One night we had conversation-intimate-soulful, conversation. I cautiously asked Susan if she was a lesbian. Her reply was poetic and profound. " I love beautful people" she said, "all beautiful people". Within the next few hours we had the most incredible sex of my life. On the sofa, in the jacuzzi, on the floor- the chaise loungers in the courtyard suffered greatly from the pressures, sways, rythyms, and intense heat of the passions loosed that evening. All this before we made the bedroom. Gracia, gracious Deity. The inarticulate speech of our hearts and loins joiced, then rejoiced, shouted and cried.

Similar evenings were in the offing for my dear friend and I in the next few years- in between her female lovers, many of which were guests in my home accompanying friend in the intervening times. And then it was as if she had vanished. She was lost to me, or at least those were my thoughts.Work went on; friends came and went. Some stayed.

One evening the telephone sounds (it no longer rings), and her voice is as pure and welcome as always. "Will 'ya meet me for a drink after work on wednesday" she asks. Certainly. Sure. Thanks for calling, and how've you been. I was worried about you. Are you allright? Sure, I'll see you there.

On that wednesday after work, the new south american restuarant in downtown Lafayette was especially appealing. I arrived before my presumably bisexual friend. Ordered a mohito. Wonderful it was, with fresh ground mint. Sip, and wonder what the night might hold. Sip again. Yes, possibilities. Shadows and light. Memories unspoken and mutually held. Profound. Timeless and secure in their silence.

Her face. The beautiful, kind smile- both on her lips and in her eyes. Hugs deep and long. It was as before. But after awhile, she said, there was something that she had to tell me- in person, not over the phone. She had met her soulmate-the one. A woman. She wasn't bisexual and had discovered that she was solely and completely Lesbian. And that was that.
"Are you angry with me, and do you understand. God, I love you and hope you're happy for me". A pleading with words and eyes.

"Are you sure. Are you happy. Is she good to you? I love you too, and you know that! If you are content and happy, then so am I", said the boy who had become a man, who is me. "Truly, and I'd love to meet her".

The proverbial pregnant pause. Deep hug. Her eyes then turned up and my freind soulfully asked hesitantly, 'but do you understand"?

Yes I do. Yes. Susan, you are lovely and women are beautiful-God's most magnificent art. You know, if I were a woman I wouldn't have sex with men either!! But I'm not, and you are, and yes I understand-i wish you and your lover only the best life can bring. I truly mean that. I really do". And I did, then and now.

That was two years ago, and Susan and I have slowly lost touch. Incommunicato these days. Maybe by the forces of time. Maybe due to the great diaspora of Louisianians caused by the great and ghastly storms. The recording on her cell phone says that her number is no longer a "working number". But numbers don't cease to work. It's the sequence which no longer yeilds the desired result. I miss her, and my soul longs for her presence. To see the light in her eyes , her smile, her spirit.

Perhaps this tale may be of help in answering your question. To this man, the thought and sight of two women- the penultimate of God's artistry- together in the most intimate way, and to be invited to share in the reality of such a dream is akin to being raised to the level of the paint which flowed from the hands of Leonardo as he painted the sistene chapel. Honor, fantasy, profound beauty transcending the vainglory nature of everyday existence.

I hope this helps. It is amazing how ineffective a mind can be when studying itself. At the same time it is a wonderful thing to dwell on what you've always thought was the most beautiful thing on earth, the body of a woman. Regards, RR


rm_solamystic 54M
4 posts
12/4/2005 9:48 pm

    Quoting rm_solamystic:
    A very few years ago, I met and befriended a wonderful young woman whom I felt was probably a lesbian. I just FELT it! As it turned out she was, at that particular time, a 26 year old who was a bit conflicted about her sexuality-she loved sex with women, and loved women for the fact alone that they were women, had been with only one man ever-and that unsatisfactory event was long ago. We quickly became fast friends and shared many evenings of conversation-story after story punctuated by many cocktails. During these times we would laugh until tears burst. Then we would laugh again at the pure grandiosity of our souls and hearts long lost and now reconciled. We cried out to the cosmos and called it laughter. Truly a beautiful, sweet, and charming woman. One night we had conversation-intimate-soulful, conversation. I cautiously asked Susan if she was a lesbian. Her reply was poetic and profound. " I love beautful people" she said, "all beautiful people". Within the next few hours we had the most incredible sex of my life. On the sofa, in the jacuzzi, on the floor- the chaise loungers in the courtyard suffered greatly from the pressures, sways, rythyms, and intense heat of the passions loosed that evening. All this before we made the bedroom. Gracia, gracious Deity. The inarticulate speech of our hearts and loins joiced, then rejoiced, shouted and cried.

    Similar evenings were in the offing for my dear friend and I in the next few years- in between her female lovers, many of which were guests in my home accompanying friend in the intervening times. And then it was as if she had vanished. She was lost to me, or at least those were my thoughts.Work went on; friends came and went. Some stayed.

    One evening the telephone sounds (it no longer rings), and her voice is as pure and welcome as always. "Will 'ya meet me for a drink after work on wednesday" she asks. Certainly. Sure. Thanks for calling, and how've you been. I was worried about you. Are you allright? Sure, I'll see you there.

    On that wednesday after work, the new south american restuarant in downtown Lafayette was especially appealing. I arrived before my presumably bisexual friend. Ordered a mohito. Wonderful it was, with fresh ground mint. Sip, and wonder what the night might hold. Sip again. Yes, possibilities. Shadows and light. Memories unspoken and mutually held. Profound. Timeless and secure in their silence.

    Her face. The beautiful, kind smile- both on her lips and in her eyes. Hugs deep and long. It was as before. But after awhile, she said, there was something that she had to tell me- in person, not over the phone. She had met her soulmate-the one. A woman. She wasn't bisexual and had discovered that she was solely and completely Lesbian. And that was that.
    "Are you angry with me, and do you understand. God, I love you and hope you're happy for me". A pleading with words and eyes.

    "Are you sure. Are you happy. Is she good to you? I love you too, and you know that! If you are content and happy, then so am I", said the boy who had become a man, who is me. "Truly, and I'd love to meet her".

    The proverbial pregnant pause. Deep hug. Her eyes then turned up and my freind soulfully asked hesitantly, 'but do you understand"?

    Yes I do. Yes. Susan, you are lovely and women are beautiful-God's most magnificent art. You know, if I were a woman I wouldn't have sex with men either!! But I'm not, and you are, and yes I understand-i wish you and your lover only the best life can bring. I truly mean that. I really do". And I did, then and now.

    That was two years ago, and Susan and I have slowly lost touch. Incommunicato these days. Maybe by the forces of time. Maybe due to the great diaspora of Louisianians caused by the great and ghastly storms. The recording on her cell phone says that her number is no longer a "working number". But numbers don't cease to work. It's the sequence which no longer yeilds the desired result. I miss her, and my soul longs for her presence. To see the light in her eyes , her smile, her spirit.

    Perhaps this tale may be of help in answering your question. To this man, the thought and sight of two women- the penultimate of God's artistry- together in the most intimate way, and to be invited to share in the reality of such a dream is akin to being raised to the level of the paint which flowed from the hands of Leonardo as he painted the sistene chapel. Honor, fantasy, profound beauty transcending the vainglory nature of everyday existence.

    I hope this helps. It is amazing how ineffective a mind can be when studying itself. At the same time it is a wonderful thing to dwell on what you've always thought was the most beautiful thing on earth, the body of a woman. Regards, RR
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