I Am Not A Lesbian

The more that I signaled to her that I was enjoying these things, the more aroused it made her. Her sweet little gasps of "oh yes," slowly and gently rose along with the bucking of her hips until she finally actually squealed "Oh my God!" and I knew she was coming, climaxing, having a great big happy orgasm right there not just in front of me but from me and because of me and yes, even on me, as I felt her wetness as she rubbed the places between her legs on my face and my lips and my chin.

I have to admit it was kind of neat. I'm not into girls, remember, but I don't deny that they are pretty after all, in the way that they are all smooth, soft curves, and it's not just every day that you get to see one being basically taken over by a real, genuine, out-of-control orgasm.

So, yeah, I'm glad I got to see that, and I'm even just a little bit proud that actually on my first try, I was the one who caused that.

But I am not a lesbian.