Things You Don't Know

There are a few things you don't know. Nothing to get nervous about, I assure you; merely a short list of relevant details which, in the frenzy of our recent encounters, I have not yet managed to share with you. Since neither of us seems to have any sort of self-control or restraint when we are in each other's company, I thought it best to put these bits into writing, for you to read at your leisure and convenience.

For starters, one thing you don't know is how wet my pussy is as I am writing this, that I am juicy just from thinking about you: your hands, your mouth, your cock, and the way you use them to make my body sing and my nerve-endings hum. You don't know that as soon as I read your text the other night, saying that you were serious about coming over to fuck me again, I instantly got so wet I had a stream running down my inner thighs. Remember those slippery little shorts I was wearing when you got to my place? You commented on them, and I think you were skeptical that the ensemble you found so sexy was in fact my "normal" pajamas. The truth is that I had changed into them shortly before your arrival, when the flood soaking through my yoga pants had caused a wet spot too obvious to ignore.

I confess it came as a surprise, albeit a pleasant one, to discover how quickly and easily I respond to you, not to mention the intensity of my response. You are well aware that you are the first man to fuck me in many years, that I have identified as a lesbian for most of my adult life. And you are aware that I did have sex with guys when I was a teenager and into my very early twenties. But what you may not know is that none of those encounters really got me off, that I only ever experienced true orgasms when I had sex with women; this was the primary reason I decided to "come out" to begin with. Sure, I had experienced a few minor tremors here and there when a boy fingered me, for example. And the few guys who had gone down on me managed to yield a few weak clitoral spasms, but I had never had a Real Orgasm with a guy, or been able to come with a dick inside me. I assumed I was simply designed to fuck girls. This was no hardship; I loved it, and it came very naturally to me, so I thought the matter was settled.

I was therefore blindsided by the realization that, over the past year, I had been experiencing what I could only describe as a craving, increasingly fervent, to have sex with a guy again. I was plagued with fantasies of fucking and sucking a cock, things I had previously sworn I would never do again. But as I came to terms with the reality that I would most certainly climb on a man if the right opportunity presented itself, I also acknowledged the possibility that it could be a failed experiment. Just because I had developed a particular hunger, didn't guarantee that I would be satisfied by partaking. There was every likelihood I wouldn't enjoy it, and while I was apprehensive, I felt I just needed to try it to find out, one way or the other.

You didn't know any of this, the first night you fucked me. And as I am writing this, you still don't know that you are the first man to ever make me come my brains out. You don't know that yours is the only cock that has ever had my juices running down it, so thick you can see it when I ride you. You don't know how much I love fucking you, that I cannot get enough of it. You don't know yet just what (or who) you've gotten yourself into, although I think you are beginning to get the picture.

So I thought that you should know, because the crux of the matter is, you are basically holding the key to the city, and I don't think you realize it. But I suspect you will before much longer, and none too soon; there are still a few things you don't know about me, and plenty I have yet to discover about you. And I can't wait to find out just how well we will get to know each other. Also, my plan is that, whenever you do get around to reading this, I will be sucking your cock as you read. My hopes are that you will be coming in hot, copious spurts in my mouth, right about...now.