Sheila's Taste

"No, no, you're wrong," Sheila and I told her.

"Sheila has a more syrupy quality and her scent is more pungent than yours. Your taste is sweeter and lighter. Your scent is not as musky. Both are delicious and wonderful and different," I told her.

"Yes, everyone is different, Cheryl. When you began to cum, I suddenly tasted a different taste, stronger but more flowery," Sheila explained.

"Frankly, we both enjoy being bisexual..."

"It's not that," Sheila cut in, "we both enjoy uninhibited sex, we like to cut loose, we like different experiences...and all of them are good. All of them make us feel more in touch with our bodies and our minds. It centers me. You can create all the labels you like, but I don't really care about labels. I am a sensual person. That works for me."

"Wonderfully stated, darling. I think the first time I engaged in man-to-man sex, I was glad that I had the strength to indulge my curiosity and I didn't feel ashamed. No, I felt liberated. And after that curiosity was fed, I found my ability to face other curiosities easier. I became more relaxed about my own sexuality. I felt more confident...and no, it didn't make me a bad person."

"I'd like to watch you with another man. I'm so curious about that. In fact, I want to be with both of you again."

"Anything is possible, you know. I think we'll see each other again and again."

It was getting late. I suggested we shower and let Cheryl go back to her apartment.

"Not yet," she said, "I want to suck your cock. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you kiss you after."

And so she did.

Hours later, after she was gone, Sheila and I were snuggling.

"Do you think I have a good taste?" she asked.

"Hmmm, let me check..."

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