Here 's an applicable quotation mark from Patrick Henry Jacques Louis David Thoreau ...

'' It is never too latterly to present up your bias. No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everyone echoes, or in silence passing game by as true up today, may turn out to be falsification tomorrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing rainwater on their fields. ``

It has been our quest in all our sexual risky venture to prove `` what is true and what is mere tradition. '' Hence, our chosen nickname `` Sojourner Truth vs tradition. ``

Almost everything we discovered has seemed 180 degrees out of whang with our original bias.

We have come to trust amativeness to be goodish and not normally destructive, wholesome and necessary to a balanced mental state, and not something to be feared or resisted. In fact, eroticism may be the single most playful and enjoyable emotion in life. Living life without it is like settling for a melanise and E. B. White world versus one of vividness. Are you old enough to call back the day of grim & white TVs ? One day color sets arrived, something no one had ever seen, something no one realized they were missing ... And once experienced, there was no going back.

The Saame is quite true with brace at the life-style nine. Once they found out how lots fun they could stimulate, how it bound them together, how it solved so many mistake, a whole new world of color arrived. There was no going back.

Our big discovery was this. It mattered little to us the root or stimulus of our amorousness but our ability to plowshare it with those exceptional people we loved, and especially with each former. Our old belief that our spouse had to be the but legalize source of our erotism became something so uninitiated, so ignorant and pregnant with problems.

The assumption that multiple sources of erotism can be safely enjoyed is no more genuine than when we discovered how easily it can be experienced with either gender.

For object lesson. Let 's peach about that incredible club dance floor ...

There 's something about two hot woman teasing each other sexually in front of a crowd. When the club was packed, the dance floor was packed, and looney aphrodisiac char came out of their shells. ( We talked about that in story # 6 )

These playful char drove all of us, both men and women, watching on the sidelines into a hysteria ! It could be at times unbelievably over the top ...

The way women would dance and lock lustful oculus ; the way they would reach in and Daniel Chester French buss ; the way they would tongue run together ; the way they would unbutton each early 's blouses or force dress slowly over their heads ; the way they would iron their tit together and each reach around to unhook their bras ; the way they would take them off, swing them around and throw them at their Guy ; the way they would rub their pap and squeeze each other 's breast ; the way they would crouch over and suck each other 's savour until they were hard, long and shiny ; the way they would do all of this moving to the music as each would squat and provocatively pull the other 's panties down ; and sometimes when the `` moon and the asterisk aligned '' ... the way they would step over each other 's brass and get their puss tongued right there in the middle of the damn floor !

There was zippo as hot as watching beautiful char, women who were very pattern working professional during the week, letting themselves go to such sexual heights.

When I think about it today I ask ... How many people ever get to see something like that ?

So ... What is it about Bi women ? Maybe it is the intensity of seeing women acting like men. All lusty. All sexed up. All uninhibited. Maybe it is simply a man 's dream cum avowedly ... your woman enjoying sex as much as you ! All I know is ... Every man at the club wanted his charwoman out on that dance floor.

I was no exception. It quickly became a quest of mine to see Ash out there. Hell she was as sexy as any one of the womanhood. In fact more than nigh. She had great tits and savour ... perfect in my eyes which made me incredibly proud of her. And, I definitely was not the only guy on the sidelines urging her out there.

But Ash was n't bi-ing it !

She was as straight as they come. She simply loved hammer and never thought about vaginas other than to think them begrime and a bit disgusting. They had never been her titillating trigger and as far as she was concerned they never would be.

If you 've been following how my creative thinker works then you can probably imagine ... I viewed this as a new challenge. It was just going to take some fourth dimension and some skillful counsel for her Bi transmutation. And I was just the guy to do it !

However Ash was onto my ways !

My little lovely gentlewoman was pretty sexually grok by that clip. And our intimate fantasies together started to turn a bit competitive trying to influence each other in a very new direction !

Ok ... Here 's a broad generalization that Ash and I still think is dependable.

young lady tend to think vaginas and guys tend to think member are ugly. Both wonder what the other sees in them.

That belief was quite rightful with us even though we literally had not discussed it in our offset twenty long time of get married life sentence. It might induce been more dead on target with me as I was just grateful Ash would even touch the thing. Maybe that 's why I could never fathom what the big deal was with homophile.

She literally had never looked at, much less studied her vagina and touching someone else 's, especially licking or sucking on one, was way into her gross out dominion.

That 's the outlook we came from.

Remember me telling you about all the 60 minutes I spent tweezing Ash 's mound ? I loved doing that and literally felt her pussy was one of the most beautiful things in life history. When I told her that, she could n't relate, thought I was nuts, or was just making it up. I was n't. Her vagina was my front-runner work of art !

Undeterred, I kept talking and talking about her beautiful twat during our fantasy `` fireplay '' and during that first twelvemonth small alteration in her attitude did come along. I first noticed it when I left a new Penthouse under her pillow and she told me later she had five climax while looking at it.

Well well well ... Had to know what triggered that ! Turned out she thought the woman in the magazine were just so beautiful ... And especially their breasts.

Holy cow ! Ash was into boobs ! Damn. Now that was something we could act with.

So from that point on I was always remarking about the dish of boobs at the gild and found picayune resistance in Ash about those notice. In fact, she got so into it that we developed a biz about noticing outstanding stand in world. ( That turned into a game of `` doable or not doable '' while we people watched. ) To this day, Ash will almost always notice a remarkable set before I do.

Ash had turned a corner. For the first sentence, she was really noticing the Same dish I saw in women. She liked being around aphrodisiacal womanhood and liked the aroused Department of State they caused in her. So did I and it was n't but a few months and my shy piffling Ash was out there on the saltation trading floor.

It happened one Nox when one particularly aphrodisiacal friend literally dragged her out there and started a sexed up dance with Ash. I remember how she blushed with this woman feeling her up in time to the euphony ; how she provocatively unbuttoned Ash 's blouse ... and then her own ; how embarrassed and tense up Ash was when their bras came off and she reached in to suck on Ash 's nips. Glory hallelujah ... it was finally happening ! And then the damn song ended and Ash rushed off the floor. nooky !

But what did n't escape my card was how Ash let it go on in movement of a crowd of gawkers. She had to deliver enjoyed it because she was literally panting with excitement when she came to my English. What a moment.

From that full stop on, Ash was regularly `` hit on '' by aphrodisiacal fair sex and a new picayune game emerged as respective at the club were secretly trying to be the first to get between her legs. I knew it would happen eventually and also knew the worst thing I could do was try to push Ash into it. Besides, there was no kick. I was really enjoying seeing her blush and wriggle whenever some particularly hot woman would take the air right up to her and industrial plant a full moon on mouth, ( with as very much tongue as she could err in ), sexy as hell kiss. Oh my gawd. You would 've had to bear been there to read how hot that was to me. Two women going `` full sassing '' is still one of my strongest triggers.

That all went on for maybe a year. The next breakthrough was with Becky. ( Remember her from story # 7 ? ) Yea that like Becky who got to me so deeply. Well she got to both of us one night at their home, after dinner out, after a clock time in their hot tub, while their kids were tucked `` safely '' in bed, making it deliciously unsafe for us four to trifle. It all started with another `` hair pull. '' Becky starts to zone out. Tom and Ash are mesmerized watching us until Ash ca n't shoot it any longer and reaches in to massage Becky 's breasts and then ... sucked her nips ! Woohoo ! first off fourth dimension for that. wellspring that kicked me into a higher geartrain so I reached down for Becky 's pussy, started fingering her clit and making her gasp. And what does Ash do ? She follows my lead, inserts her fingers into Becky 's cunt and starts massaging her G blot. Did n't take too long and Becky was convulsing.

The well part was when it was all over ... Ash locks heart with me, takes her fingers out of Becky 's sopping pussy and sticks them straight into her own sassing, sucking them one at a time clean, just like she would suck in a cock. When she does the `` Ummm ! '' thing while sucking a finger in her backtalk, I almost `` came '' spontaneously. Tom and I also almost came together ... came close to passing out !

It was maybe another twelvemonth or two before Ash being Bi finally went full throttle.

We were invited to attend a relatively new club opening about two miles from our home. It had a primary party building where people mingled, indulged on the refreshment and checked one another out. It was a Friday night, maybe only a handful of couples were there, well-nigh were not very experienced so the storey of nervousness was pretty high in the elbow room and adding to that problem was way too many singles attending. Ash was n't into it and we were thinking of leaving except for this one couple off to the face. Turns out it was their first time at any night club. Ash walks over to verbalise to them while I 'm interfering fixing drinks hoping that might loosen Ash up a bit. Turning around I notice Ash and the woman are obviously conspiring something.

She was pretty hot. Both of them were about our age, in frame, looked like professionals, and she could almost be Ash 's Twin Falls. I 'm not sure why I did n't comment her earlier. They must have just slipped into the elbow room. well before I know it, plans have been made without my `` say in the matter. '' The four of us were going off to one of the `` one room out buildings '' and play ... except with this whirl. He only wanted to watch out and would outride outside looking through the window. She only wanted Ash. Leaving me out of the equation. So what does my shy inhibited lovely lady come in up with ? I 'm ordered on the trading floor laying on my dorsum. Ash and her sly acquaintance then slowly strip each former in a most scrumptious way and after watching some really fun tongue swappin, Ash Order her down too, crawls between her legs, tells me to slide my head up, straddles it, grinds her dripping pussy into my face and leans down to feast on this woman 's slit. It was literally `` over the top '' hot ... Damn ! And I 'm thinking ... it 's finally happening !

exterior, a crowd of guys, including the married man, were lined up drooling and probably jacking off while they watched this ménage a trois.

Meanwhile, I 'm using all my originative cunnilingus skill on Ash, who is emitting muffled groan while tonguing and slurping this beautiful brunet. Ash must 've done it right. This woman was groaning and crying and cumming over and over.

I swear there is a different audio a cleaning woman makes while being eaten out by another woman.

Did I get to see it ? Fuck no. Did that deflower it for me ? Fuck no. Was it finally the milestone I had been hoping for Ash ? Oh yea ! Was I pretty convinced Ash now understood how erotic it was to suffer some woman cum on your rima oris ? You betcha ! It was one hellava first but I was still up for Ash doing More enquiry on vaginas !

I did n't even get to cum that night. It was n't that significant. That might sound stupid to some bozo but after awhile, after enough experiences, being part of a `` tweed hot erotic scenery '' like that Night was much more cute.

Look at it this way ...

I 've had thousands of climax I ca n't remember. Being there, doing Ash as she was doing another charwoman was unspoiled than any of them and something I would recall and write about ... twenty years later.

So where did it go from there ?

well, Ash never became an aggressive Bi or lezbo type but she did like to play under the right fate. Unfortunately those luck never trended towards me being involved. Quite the opposite word. As the years passed there were three different twosome, all very attractive, that she would often play with as a threesome. Yes a fucking shit threesome ! She liked the guy `` directing traffic. '' As a Bi cleaning woman she liked being `` dommed, '' being told what to do with or to another woman. And I suspect that worked honorable if I was n't around. Yes.. I would hear about it ... eventually.

Her pet experience ? She liked being ordered into a `` 69 '' with a woman, and told to keep on sucking on her clit while the guy fucked his wife. That meant he was slamming his shaft into her slit right across Ash 's human face ! I think a cock so close ... and balls slapping her was a big part of the go on !

I never got to see one of those MFF escapades. Has to be one of the greatest injustice of my life history.

Sooo ... Is that the end of the story ? Not exactly. Ash had her own devious plans for me. Remember, turncock were and always would be her primary gun trigger. And anything that good she always insists on sharing.

But I 'll save that for the next story !

Until then ... There 's just something about two woman in the throe of rage. Allowing amativeness like that will colorise your hale life. And as you get onetime, like me ... you will so glad for every one of those memories !

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