Absolute beginners
I’ve been thinking lately what it means to be someone’s first – someone’s first female sexual experience. Rachel was my first. The first woman I had sex with. Not just kissing, teasing and making out. I define sex with a woman as licking and fingering pussies and/or assholes – basically penetration. The first night we spent with Rachel was beyond memorable for me. She was beautiful, sexy and a great lover. I will never forget the way she looked at me, pulled me toward her and kissed me more passionately than most men. Her first kiss is still in my top five kisses ever. Could be top three. She was also only the second woman for Maestro and me.
Since then, I’ve been the first for two other women – Jolene and Amitra. Both experiences were completely different, not surprising since both women are completely different. Even though Maestro and I were at a different stage in our open relationship, that mattered less than the woman. Which really goes back to my conclusion so far on open relationships and playing with women. It all depends on the person. The experience, the chemistry – it’s all about the people involved. Initially, I thought my own progression from less-experienced to more experienced with women would make a difference. But that’s not the case at all.
Chemistry between three people can be tricky. It’s not an exact equation. And I discovered that my own experience and familiarity with pussy is far less important than the chemistry between the three of us. Our first night with Jolene was an alcohol-fuelled all-night sex party. The sexual experience was inseparable from the overall craziness of the night – exploring her massive music collection and living out my DJ fantasies, dressing up in vintage clothing, playing Yahtzee and finally exploring each other’s pussy. And licking Maestro’s cock together. Subsequent party play dates with Jolene have been the same. We always party before we fuck. Party hard, fuck harder is the way we roll.
Our first night with Amitra couldn’t have been more different. That night was a slow, sensual progression from conversation to massage to sex. I didn’t feel the hot sweaty animal drunken lust overcome me like with Jolene. It was a sexual exploration with a friend. It was sweet and succulent, like her pussy. We were careful explorers not wanting to tear or crease the map as we luxuriated in every new curve, every new sensation.
I’d really like to play with an experienced woman next. Maybe some solo play. I’ve learned a lot about pussy from Maestro, absolutely, but I’d like to learn a thing or two from someone who owns and operates a pussy. You won’t find a more engaged and eager pussy aficionado than Maestro but there’s something about a woman’s touch that turns me on way more right now than an anonymous male.
