To my Unicorn

I really hope you didn’t notice. That my fumbling round like an inexperienced teenager at after prom wasn’t so obvious. Groping at parts that, although I own, I have never touched on another person. That the night and the water did enough to cover my inexperience.

You see. You were my first.

Yup. It is true. I have kissed other women before. Touched a breast here or there, but that had been it. I consider myself in the minority. While the vast majority of women are further in the grey area of the sexual spectrum, I swing very far into the heterosexual side. Don’t misunderstand. I love women. I am a painter and nude females are my preferred subject. I think we are beautiful. They just don’t usually turn me on. Not the way just looking at a man does. Girl/girl was never my top fantasy, especially if MFM was an option. Maybe it is because I find women intimidating. Maybe I just like cock.

But you shocked the hell out of me. I had no preconceived notion of how the night would go. I was totally caught off guard and I think that is what excited me the most. I didn’t have time to get into my own head. To analyze what I thought about it. All I knew was that you felt amazing. That I’ll never look at tequila the same again. And that I will remember the look in your eyes for a very long time. How small and delicate your fingers were. How soft your kisses were. And how you controlled the action. Here I am, a 6′ tall, generally dominant, seriously hetero female being controlled by a tiny 5’4″ unicorn. Again, I stayed out of my own way and just enjoyed the night with you. Dr. R and I followed your lead. You told me I was beautiful and I believed you.

I just wanted to say, “Thanks.” You opened my eyes and helped me let go a bit more. Isn’t that what that place is all about? Next time I will be a bit more experienced and hopefully graduate to college level fumbling. I may still let you lead though.

Until next time….

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