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Everyone has a fantasy, there's no point in
denying it. Just like there's no point in denying that we masturbate, claiming
that's only something for the misters. Get real! I'm a woman and I masturbate.
I love nothing more than some alone time, delving into the deepest, darkest corner of
my mind and digging out the craziest fantasy I can conjure to get me off. I
have a variety of sure fire imaginings that guarantee me the Big O: sensual Shibari, sex with a stranger, getting the spanking of a lifetime. The list goes
on and on. Yet there's one fantasy that has always brought me to climax faster
and harder than any other.
Sex with another woman.
Yep, getting naked and playful with other women
turns me on. But as far as fantasies go sapphic sex is actually deemed pretty
vanilla, non?
So what happens when the fantasy is no longer
enough and you're suddenly faced with the opportunity to turn fantasy into
reality? Do you say fuck it and jump straight in, knowing that you only get one
shot at this life and there's no time for regrets?
Damn right!
I never intended to turn my same-sex fantasy into a
same-sex reality, but one evening I had an offer I just couldn't refuse. Like a
nervous college girl on a first date I met with a woman. We kissed. We touched.
We fucked. We talked a bit and laughed a lot. And then we kissed and touched
and fucked some more.
That night, though now buried deep in the past,
bore so much positivity to my outlook, not only within my relationship, but in
friendships and general attitude towards life also. It taught me to be more
open to new experiences, which I have taken on board and have now had the
pleasure of spending time with some amazing women. I've formed friendships with
a deeper level of connection, friendships that keep me happy, grounded and
whole.
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Perhaps it means I'm bisexual, but honestly I'd rather not label myself
as anything at all. The past I've had and the life I live cannot be defined by
labels or academic terminology. I experience people if those people are worthy
of my time. And each experience, I like to believe, happened because those
people deemed me worthy enough of their time. To share another person, a kiss,
a body, a bed, a night of passion and experimentation and love is only ever fulfilling
when trust and respect exist that the core of that experience. Pin down the
person who deserves both your trust and your respect and you have the makings
of a pretty amazing experience.
Turning a fantasy into reality can sometimes lead to disappointment,
with reality not nearly as pleasurable as how it played out in your head. But
sometimes, just sometimes, you get lucky and
despite the good, the bad, and the ugly, one thing remains the same: making
love to another woman remains my all time favourite sexual fantasy. What's yours?