♦ Next week I’m taking what feels like a pretty big step in something that’s been simmering for a while but only recently started to come to the boil. And, unsurprisingly, the fact that I now feel happy to let it do so is thanks to (or [if it all goes, ironically, tits up] the fault of) Fractal.

I had a very odd dream once, a while back now, in which I was molesting a tiny naked Barbie doll. Disturbing. Luckily any further thoughts involving naked women (if you can call Ms. Placky-pneumato-boobs that in the first place) since then have been much less bizarre. And a deal more frequent.

Agent Provocateur
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It’s been, until the great Fractal Era, a bit of a dark secret really. Though it shouldn’t have been. I was afraid of fancying women instead of men, it never really occured to me that I could do both. Let me get one thing clear here, I love men. I have one. I love men and I love the cock. I’d never consider choosing to be with a woman over a man. I don’t find women more sexually attractive than men either. For a start, I think women and men are too physically different to really compare.

But nonetheless, maybe a year and half ago, I’d look a pictures of women sometimes when I touched myself. And then I’d feel horribly guilty (though admittedly by this point I think I was still having some guilt over touching myself at all. This now seems strange to me).

And then Fractal came along. And he showed me that sex really was as acceptable (and fantastic) as I’d hoped it would be and not at all as shameful as I’d feared. He showed me it’s okay to like sex. Not only okay, but wonderful. Touching myself was okay, fantasies were okay.

But I still didn’t let on about the women thing. Because I was still hung up about that. He’d joke about my screenscaver, which just flicked randomly through the pictures on my computer, and point out how many of the deviantART pictures were rather skimpily dressed women.

Captivation
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It turned out though that I wasn’t quite the only one hiding something. In the best tradition of ‘haha, only serious’ Fractal had started to make a few jokes about me and lesbian sex and then would adamantly point out that he was just kidding. He wasn’t one of those blokes who liked that. Honest.

And somewhere among all this, and all the experimenting and learning we sort of confessed to each other that I quite liked the thought of having sex with a woman and he quite liked the thought of a woman having sex with me :)

So recently I’ve been having a think. And he wrote our first fantasy diary entry involving another woman. And I started allowing myself to get naked lady pictures off of the Great Interweb. A few months ago I changed my Facebook profile to read ‘Interested in: Men and Women’ (As far as I can tell no-one has actually noticed, but fuck it, that’s their problem, I’m not hiding anything if I’ve got it on Facebook. It’s Facebook.)

And more recently I joined a website recommended to me by a male friend (it came up in conversation that we both liked ladies arses muchly) for women looking for other women. A dating website sort of. Like a gay…well, Facebook.

Obviously I have an extremely wonderful loving romantic relationship with Fractal. I don’t want another relationship. I want to make it extremely clear that I am *not* a polyamorist. I don’t even understand them. As far as Fractal is concerned as long as I *love* only him, I can have sex with other people. If I ask him nicely.

Oil
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It may sound strange, but I don’t actually want sex with other people. Just another woman. I want to try it. I want to know if it is something I would actually enjoy, not just an idle fantasy. I’m basically in it for the boobs.

So next week I have a rendez-vous, with a girl. Which seems to be well on course for leading to the kind of rendez-vous which you say even more Frenchly and with one raised eyebrow. This is quite a step for me. I’ve had no experience with women. Luckily I get a head-start by being one, so I at least have some idea of what feels nice. And I’m terribly shy and awkard around new people, hell, even familiar people sometimes.

I guess it’s a risk, because it may turn out that it’s something I don’t actually like in reality, just as a fantasy. But as Fractal tells me (not altogether altruistically he admits, but enough for it to be true ;) )  if I don’t try it I will never know. That part of me will always be unknown to myself.

Also boobs.

So wish me luck ;) ♦

♦ I hope I’ve explained all this well enough, there’s so many little things that got me to this point, even now so many niggles and questions and am I doing the right thing (it feels slightly slightly like adultery still even though Fractal tells me it isn’t, and if he doesn’t think it is then surely that’s what counts). If I’ve just confused you all, I apologise. As always, but moreso with this post, I’m open to questions :) ♦

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