Labels as applied to people are pure evil - gender, race, patriotism, orientation, genre, etc. It's all too often used as expressions of intentional ignorance and dislike towards a particular multitude. We're not a species, color, nationality, religion, language, political party nor any other characterization. Oh yeah, we're not a group either, just unique individuals. We may commune within a group, but that's as far as it goes. So why oh why do we tend to ascribe everyone belonging to a particular group? Protection, vanity, super/inferiority, competition? Most of these should be eliminated, lest their proliferation enact tenets of war, a direct affront to God's teachings.
Why, then, do I feel compelled to use "Bisexual" as a single adjective to describe my own sexual proclivities? 'Tis a puzzlement as to why, I too, am guilty of blanket assignment. Is it not that recognition of a personal problem is step 1 to cure? Would I not be an active contributor to the problem if I avoid the mirror when pointing an accusatory finger elsewhere? With this realization, I pledge to not define myself or others as anything but "sexual."
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This is what I say when seeking comfort in times of doubt following satisfying sexual congress with a man I once met. I considered him my FB, not my BF or BFF. Labels, again. I thoroughly enjoyed our sessions together as they quenched my un-outed craving for cock, man ass and balls. But, when it comes to matters of real intimacy I continue to crave the company of a woman. He may have been a lover of mine in the physical sense, but a lover of my mind can only be of female persuasion.
I say this because my once true love has departed this corporeal plane to assume her destined angelic station in the spiritual realm. She would've told me she wants me to be happy and adventurous in pursuing all my desires. Since I will never find another like her, I fear that I will not be able to give my heart away again, but if so it would only be to a woman. I have had no issue with women as paramores, however. In fact, I have been with a few since widowdom. It's mostly for fun and conversation. Some of the gals hinted at more but I tried to be clear early on that my matrimonial days are behind me.
Back to the sexual identity thing. I met D'vonne at a party. We chatted a bit and both seemed to tacitly express our attraction for each other. This was my first foray into non-hetero. It was an extended sexual abstinence, free liquor and an naughty streak that made it happen. A few nerves but that's all part of the fun. D, as I called him, was a bit of a cherub. I found out later in his nearby flat that he possessed an endearingly modest set of cock and balls as well as an overcompensating big ebony azz. He said that my ample white booty was really appealing and that was enough for him to want to talk to me. I found his CeeLo Green body type rather cute and non intimidating so I up'd my game.
He confessed that at first sight he couldn't shake the thought of breaching my ass with his cock and humping me. I said that was perfect since I mostly saw myself in a bottom's role. We started out petting each other's groins before I got the nerve to poke a finger in his a-hole. That's when he practically dragged me onto his bed, stripped me, and immediately devoured and bobbed on my similarly proportioned package. He teased under my cock head with his swirling tongue, broadly licking my balls and peri. Finally he rocked my legs up and back to circle his tongue around my anus. He drove me to the edge by jacking me at the same time by applying a corkscrew motion on my shaft.
Before I reached my peak he abruptly stepped back and flipped me onto my knees. I was so excited to finally get to present my ass to him as a vulnerable pleasure box for male plundering. He sidled up to me from behind and rubbed his warm cock along my butt crack. After a few round trips he stuck his pointed tongue in my hole and spit on his cock. Perspiration from my torturous anticipation infiltrated my anus to provide extra lubrication. He then nuzzled his engorged cock head against the entrance to my canal and wiggled his way inside. I relaxed my sphincter muscles so he slid home easily. My giving asshole felt stretched and fully plugged. Since it was my maiden man-to-man I wanted to experience it fully and have him hilt me to the max with his smallish rod.
