Secret-writer: I am bisexual, and not ashamed of it!

A few years ago my husband was on a business trip in London, or rather, he went on business, and trip with him. We sat with him in a restaurant on Portobello road, it was hot, we took the order, my husband doesn't get off the phone... in Short, the mood was not great. And then to our table It came. She had short dark Kara, a slim figure and a sly look. A bit like Audrey Tautou. Taking our order, she was looking at me. And I caught myself on the fact that stares at her. And not just look her in the eyes and a Flirty smile. The first time I flirted with a woman, and I loved it! And even a little excited. And she smiled at me in response, and I think she is too wound up.

The next day my husband had to urgently fly to Moscow, and I stayed in London for a few days to finish shopping. The next day I somehow came back in the restaurant. Sat at the same table. It turned out that her shift again. She immediately came up. We got to talking. She was a native of Barcelona, half Spanish, half French. She had a husky voice, and in English she talked with a funny accent. She said that in London is finishing up design school and in the evenings moonlights as a waitress. She also said that rents in Notting hill a small apartment for a couple with a friend, which is now gone.

"You wanna see how we live?" — casually asked her. I waited until she finished, and after half an hour we sat on the bed in her cozy sleeping chamber and saw the pictures as she surfs on the island of Lanzarote. And then she took my hand and we quietly started kissing. The initiative showed it, but I surprisingly felt no confusion, no embarrassment. I liked everything. Maybe it's because only a woman knows how to really give pleasure. Or because I knew that most likely this girl will never see.

In any case, having sex with a woman is much more sensual, you know such shades of feelings that you rarely experience with a man. And yet — you kind of sex... with myself. Know where to caress, where to touch, where to kiss and what points to push. Three hours later with four (!) orgasm I ran to my hotel in the morning we had to leave. Husband about this story does not know. But, by the way, sex with him after that was better still — I learned a different, new way. That was in London, I know only my two best friends. They seem to even me a little jealous.