Carla

I could only look at her mutely as she contemplated this. She scared me not just with the physical implications of her musings, but also with the question that hadn't really troubled me until now - I guess I had been otherwise occupied. What did this mean about my sexuality? She looked at my face intently, and seemed to read my mind.

"Don't worry baby. Gender and sexuality is a journey for everyone - I should know. You are finding out a lot about yourself quickly. I promise you, you won't do anything you really don't want to do. You shouldn't worry about your ass and being turned on about that - all men have a prostrate and its wired down there for pleasure - truly! Explore it, and embrace it. I have and you won't regret it - it?s the only way to experience deep orgasms"

I murmured something - too afraid to speak really, I didn't know what I would give away about myself. She stroked my head again and kissed me on the lips, more chastely now.

"Most things in life are on a spectrum. Straight or gay, top or bottom, dominant or submissive - we all have the capacity to be both, and we all are. You are finding out a bit more about your calibration"

I muttered something vague about how I understood what she was trying to say. She kissed me again, more deeply. I felt my fear subside slightly. She leant back, holding my face in both hands

"I hope you have enjoyed what we have done, and don't have any regrets. I want to spend lots more time with you. Lots. I can show you things you have never imagined, and we can have lots of fun. But only how and when you want. You can trust me"

I paused and she looked searchingly at me. I didn't know what to say, so I leant in and kissed her strongly on the lips. We stayed like this, me in her arms, lying on the couch kissing and stroking each other for another hour, until I had to go to the bathroom. She followed me and spanked me on the ass as I went in. "ill fix us some food lover"