She was absolutely beautiful. The hair, the body, the eyes and her smile. I was immediately sent off into the world of excitement generated by the reaction my mind and body seem to have at what I could see in her eyes. Deep inside, I could see her heart and soul and the wonder of her depth of love to give and to receive. I could almost imagine what it would be like to stand in front of her and let my eyes read what she would not say.

What makes a person desire another person? Is it the chemical reaction that you feel as a spark seems to ignite the air surrounding you? Is it the mind that connects and the intellect that stimulates another person? Is it just the sheer beauty that comes from one whose body is perfect in every way? Is it the eyes that tell what is hidden deep within the soul of that person?

Did I really care? My fantasy led me to the thought of how my hands would love to touch the skin that was surely as silky and soft as mine. I love touching myself. Feeling my fingers as they trace over my body and imagining the touch to be of another. What would be so different in a passionate kiss from a woman. Would it, in fact, be more rewarding kissing a woman that caused a reaction in my mind and body?

I know how my juices taste. I relish drinking of them as they are sweet and the smell is one that cannot be found from a man. I love the taste of a man but have never found his taste to be as sweet and delicious as my own. Would it then mean that the taste of another woman would be just as delectable? Would her silky hands, tracing over my body, be as pleasurable as I find a man’s to be?

I wonder if making love with another woman would be as satisfying as a man. Wouldn’t another woman be more aware of all the secret places that respond to touch? Would a woman bring me to the earth moving orgasm that I have found with certain men? Would a woman be able to sustain creating orgasm after orgasm as she came as well? Would the experience of pleasure be over so quickly because she came? Somehow, I don’t believe so. I believe the fact that women have multiple orgasms just make them want more and give them the stamina to make love for hours.

I can almost feel the tongues entwining and the pussy juices reacting and beginning to slide down my walls. I can feel those silky hands and that silky skin under my fingers as I paint a path down her body with the tips of my fingers and tongue. I can feel her hands as they caress and massage all the nerve endings in my body.

Finally, the way that women enjoy talking and sharing and being held after making love is the final culmination of having been so intimate. To be held and continue to touch after experiencing mind-blowing orgasms would sustain the desire between two lovers.

I cannot see myself ever making love with another woman. I can only hope that there is a time when I find a man whose desires and passion meet mine and the fires will be kept burning as we continue to experiment and please each other.

But I just couldn’t help but wonder...