It was my first lesbian experience. I have always found women to be attractive, but I have never been intimate with a female.

 I have always been too nervous to try, and I have found myself ignoring the instincts that would tell me there was more to enjoy sexually and mentally, that being with a woman was something I needed to do.

Regrettably, I failed to acknowledge this inner voice for an extended period of time. After years of being absent from the dating scene, I was reintroduced to the peculiar world of dating after a long-term relationship with a man ended.

The voice echoed and then screamed at me again after a few dates with men, urging me to try going on a date with a woman and to stop being so scared. At that moment, I added “women” to my preferences, switched my focus, and decided to begin exploring this part of myself. It felt so right, the only problem was that

That was the primary impediment; I was apprehensive about attending a date, returning to my residence, and subsequently deciding that I was not interested and terminating the relationship.

I believed that it would be challenging to locate a woman who would allow me to take my time and determine whether it is to my liking. You frequently encounter horror tales about lesbians being lured in this manner, and I simply did not wish to be that individual.

Nevertheless, I was taken aback by the response I received. I was quite forthright about my desires when I first began utilising dating apps, and I was astounded by the number of attractive women who were willing to facilitate my sexual exploration and provide guidance throughout my voyage.

Until I secured my first ever female date at this juncture in my life, I had never been intimately touched, kissed, or been with a woman. I had only entertained the idea of doing so on numerous occasions.

I encountered a stunning woman on an application and we immediately began conversing. I disclosed my entire situation to ensure that she was aware of my uncertainty and my position. She was genuinely amicable and enthusiastic about the prospect of meeting for a coffee date to get to know me.

We conversed via text and voice notes for an entire week prior to the date, and we genuinely formed a strong connection. I was eager for her to develop a genuine fondness for me. Suddenly, it was time to meet in person, and I was apprehensive.

I wasn’t going to say this, but I have never spent so long looking for anything to wear and applying makeup. I’m not sure if it was nervous or if I simply believed she would have high standards of and see straight through my basic cosmetics and attire.

Though I wanted to feel seductive, I avoided dressing in anything that would have made me seem more confident than I really was. It was really difficult; I became quite nervous.

We met outside the coffee shop; she was really beautiful and quite hip. As we hugged and greeted one another, I felt a thrill within me and I simply wanted to keep on touching her.

We were talking about everything, we were really flirting too, it was so hot, a little uncomfortable at first, especially when she laid her hand on my thigh, but I felt so comfortable. We found a corner in the coffee establishment away from everyone and it was like we were best buddies right away. She only led the way for me; she never overstepped. I loved it.

We embraced farewell and it had me tingling in ways that told me I was ready for more and kindled something in me that I think I had always known was there. I wanted to say we went back to mine, I was definitely turned on enough but we concluded the date with a short kiss.

I had work later that night, so we made plans to meet at mine for dinner the next day because we couldn’t  go home.

I was thinking about her all during my work shift; I was terrified but also incredibly interested about how she would fuck me, eat me out, feel?

She visited me the next day. One more stress followed; I had to choose lingerie; my house had to be perfect; I also opted to bake our dinner instead of buying takeaway, which would have simply made my day more tense.

I threw away the food I was making once she got here; we were supposed to order takeaway, but things happened very quickly and it was simpler than I had imagined.

She was there, we were chatting, then she was kissing me, then her hand was up inside my skirt, then my hand was lingering inside her underpants. Though I had never been that turned on in my life, ever, it seemed natural and I knew what I was doing. I would have let this woman treat me anyway she chose.

For me, there were a lot of firsts; to be quite honest, it was my first experience with a woman. She smelled fantastic; her body looked unlike anything I had seen before; her skin was so velvety. It truly confirmed my love of ladies and my respect for their whole selves.

She got on her hands and knees, pulled my skirt up my panties down, and started eating me out from back on my bed.

While I laid back and my heart was beating, she grabbed my breasts, played with my nipples, all the while still licking my clit. Though what she did to my body was greater than any sex gadget or even myself has been able to accomplish, I didn’t want to tell her at the moment. She ate me out like any man ever has. I knew nothing about her, but I was completely under her sex spell.

I arrived fast; I don’t think she expected me to finish so quickly, so instead of carrying on, she came up and started kissing me as she was fingering me. I had never been played with like this.

She told me she was going to make me squirt, I’m not sure what she did, but I was so aroused, she was kissing my neck, pulling my hair back and before I knew it I was squirting, almost didn’t, but she kept telling me to let go and then it happened, she made me squeal and I had never ever squirted before this.

Everything under me was saturated; my underwear was not put back on throughout the entire night.

We then broke off, chatted, I laughed, and asked her what she did to me. I wanted to give back the favour; I have no idea how to eat pussy and it is nowhere near as simple as I imagined; I basically expected I would just know how to do it since I own one, but more on that below.

We ate, drank, remained up chatting, and then returned to the bedroom for round two. Although I was worried all over again, I was nervous and so excited.

I chose to attempt and go down on her once we arrived in the bedroom. She looked to be having an incredible time with my lesbian virgin tongue exploring her pussy; I was anxious and did not really know what I was doing. Her pussy was so lovely.

It was so much fun; it was like unlocking a new level of passion; I was in love with her and I just met her the day before. I came up for air and she begged to taste me again.

She laid me on my back, then descended upon me; I’m not sure what she was doing but it felt so fucking great; she was caressing my clit and g-spot concurrently.

She showed me things I never knew I could feel or be able to do. My sex with her was better than any I had ever experienced in my whole life taken all together.

She offered me her play at hers where she informed me she had tons of toys for us to test. I have only been with her, so I’m not sure if this is normal or if she is simply fantastic. I’m betting it’s just her. Though we have only known each other for a few weeks, I truly, really love her. I am still new to this and battling the conflicts; she knows that and continually reassures me and guides.

I might do an update on trying some of the mystical stuff she has in her sex toy collection because I will be visiting hers in two more sleeps.