Episode #1-Sex with another woman

Today's podcast discusses the first time I ever had sex with another woman.  The text of the podcast appears below the link to listen to it.  I had to edit a little (I tend to speak in long run on sentences that overuse the word "and" a bit) but it's almost verbatim.

Feedback would be very appreciated.   I want to know--do you want more, how did you find the sound quality, or anything else you want to share.

One thing about sound quality--it is a little echoey sounding because the mike I used sucked and we had to mess around with the file to make it louder.  We're buying a new mike tonight in hopes to not have to do it in the future. 

Podcast #1

Hi this is Deliciously Naughty, and you’re listening to my first podcast. 

                                                                                                       

I’ve given a lot of thought and even tried a few times before this one trying to decide what I was going to talk about and I think I’ve finally decided on a good topic: the first time I ever had sex with another woman. 

Now, I have to preface this by saying that the first girl I made love with was not the first girl I’d fooled around with.  In college the Queen Bee and I had fooled around in my dorm room one night before going out clubbing. I had then briefly dated a girl my junior year in college but it didn’t work out and we’d made out, we’d fooled around a little, I think we’d even fingered…but apparently it wasn’t that memorable. 

But there was another girl, and it was complicated because my close friend from high school, Movieguy, had met this girl in college and he thought we’d have a lot in common.  We did.  We had quite a few interests in common.  Including each other.  As we became friends, this sexual tension began to build.  It was made more complicated by the fact that Movieguy and I had some unresolved stuff.  He’d been my first kiss, and we’d made out quite a bit in high school, but we’d never had sex.  I’d never even given him a blow job.  And so there was this weird triad of sexual tension happening.  Because they were dating I couldn’t act on the tension that I was more interested in acting on, which was with the girl involved.  We’ll call her…Moviestar, for lack fo a better name at the moment.  And so Moviestar…Moviegal.  And so movie gal and I would never act out this sexual fantasy. 

And then they got engaged.  Great.  Now I was never going to nail her.  He asked me if I was interested in a threesome with them.  How do you say, “no not really, not in a threesome, but can I fuck your girlfriend, fiancée?  Could I?  Please?”  Not going to go over well.  Create tension in our friendship.  He wouldn’t let her anyways.  So, alright game over, right?

Apparently not, because a few years later they broke up.  He and I had had a falling out for other stupid reasons that have long since been resolved.  So, I go over to Moviegal’s apartment, and she’s newly single, and we have dinner, we watch a movie, we talk.  We talk some more.  The tension builds and builds and builds.

And then I’m put to bed on the couch.  And she goes to bed.

She’s laying 9, 10 feet away from me on the other side of the wall.  And I’m laying on the couch. I’ve been getting wetter and wetter all night long.  My heart begins to pound in that way where you think it’s going to just burst out of your chest if you don’t do something.  I lay there and I knew the door was open.  I knew I could walk through it.  I knew that I could have anything I wanted.  If I could just find the courage to ask for it.

I lay there, my heart was pounding.  My clit began throbbing in the same rhythm, and it was torture.  I could hear her moving on the bed, the bed springs creaking softly. 

I finally just said, “fuck it.  I’m going to take the risk and risk rejection because maybe she won’t say no.”  I knew she wouldn’t say no, but I can psyche myself out pretty easily.

So I walked through the door and I said “Moviegal?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to sleep alone.”

She opened the covers and I climbed in.  She kissed me.  It had been years since I had kissed a girl.  I was reminded of how different it is to kiss a woman.  Their skin is so soft, their lips are so full, your breasts rub up against their breasts, and it’s incredibly erotic.  She tangled her hands in my hair and pulled me close.  We began to kiss.  Clothes went away.  I don’t know how, I don’t remember any of that.  I just remember that it felt like one moment we were clothed and one minute we were naked.

Her breasts were, are, larger than mine.  She’s at least a D cup, maybe a DD even.  I’m only a B, so I was fascinate and wanted to play.  I spent quite a bit of time touching, stroking, licking, biting, just playing with her breasts before moving down.  We were in unknown territory.  I had played with myself, I’d touched other women’s clits, but I’d never gone down on a woman.  But by this point I knew how amazing it feels to have someone go down on you and to do it well. 

So I went down.  I took a deep breath, and I poked out my tongue and I licked and she moaned.  She moaned in a way that made me want to lick again.  And so I did.  I was hesitant and unsure, but the more that she moaned my name, the more confident I grew.  And I could tell from how responsive she was, how wet she was, that she was liking it.

So I began to lick her more firmly, more confidently.  My tongue traced out the alphabet on her clit because when a lover had done that to me, it had just about killed me with orgasms.  And I slid a finger into her, looking for her g-spot.  Her hands fisted in my hair to the point where she was pulling my hair a little too hard.  I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she was most emphatic in her desire to have me not stop.  So I kept licking, licking, and licking as she moaned and moaned and began to scream.

I’m sure her neighbors loved us.

She couldn’t take anymore, and I began to kiss my way back up her body.  I was unsure if I should kiss her again or not.  But she had no hesitation.  She pulled me up against her, and she licked her own juices off my mouth and off my face, and sucked my tongue into her mouth, which was incredibly erotic.  She began to kiss me, and to play with me and to touch me.

In many ways, it was one of most unique experiences, sexually.

The thing about being with someone of your own gender is that they get it.  They get it intrinsically.  They understand that sometimes more pressure is better and sometimes less pressure is better.  That the area around the clit can be just as sensitive as the clit, and can sometimes be better to touch because sometimes the clit gets too sensitive.  They understand what it feels like to have someone to manipulate your clit, to lick you nipples.  Working only on instinct, I think it’s easy to be a very good lover to someone of your own gender.

I could’ve gotten addicted to Moviegal, except for one thing.  She didn’t have a cock, because she was a woman, obviously.  And that was when I sort of figured on that on the straight, bi, gay spectrum, I’m certainly near bi but I’m not so bi or closer to lesbian on the 1 to 10 scale (if you want make the argument that it’s a 1-10 scale) that I would’ve been happy with just Moviegal.

Of course there are toys, there are always ways to bring that particular body part into the sexual act.  But the problem is that I love the feel of a man on top of me.  I love feeling him enter me, the feel of his hips grind up against me, and having a woman’s fingers on my clit, no matter how good they are, no matter how good her tongue is, I just felt like something was missing.

So while I could never be exclusive with a woman, I’ve very very lucky that Sexyhusband is more than happy to occasionally let me indulge in my enjoyment of other women.  The threesome that we had in December was amazingly erotic, because I got to be with another woman, but I also got to be with my husband.  It was sort of the best of both worlds.  Not something I’d want to do every day…threesomes are a lot of work.  But I think that I like having a man involved enough that while I could probably go and fool around with another woman again, it’s just not as appealing as a threesome or sex with my husband.

Certain scenarios of course do lend themselves.  The sexy games scenario would allow me to make out with both men and women and play with both men and women, maybe fuck both men and women.   But unfortunately, well, not unfortunately (especially for Sexyhusband) men are intrinsic to my sexuality, and my first time with a woman taught me that.

This has been my first podcast, I hope you liked it.  If you did, or even if you didn’t, please leave some feedback in my comments section and let me know if you want more.

Thanks a lot, and have an erotic evening.

Comments

[Steve]

Yes, more please...You have a wonderfully sexy voice which just adds to your story telling, and I do believe that you have a lot to say. I've been reading your blog for a few weeks now and I really like your intelligent writing style. I hope you keep it up. I have been enjoying it very much and thought I should come out of lurker mode and let you know.

- Steve

[Marvin]

I sent you some thoughts of mine ... good work on this, looking forward to more.

[Gomourto]

Wonderful podcast. I am definately keeping this on my mp3 player. I also put one of your pictures as the album art so I can see that also each time I listen. I can't wait to hear the next one, especially with a couple viewer questions.

[Oscar the Observer]

*panting slow down*

*fall back on the chair*

Wow! Great story. Definitely want more :). Keep up great job.

[tom paine]

Your voice is so incredibly familiar....

[Deliciously Naughty]

LOL...I get that a lot, Tom. But based on your site, I don't think I'm anywhere near you.

[sophia]

Your voice is incrediably sexy.
Looking forward to more!

[shy]

I think it is fair to say that different people respond to the various art forms in very different ways. Someone may be more naturally drawn to paintings, poems, or music. These biases greatly influence the opinions we form about a new work of art, or a new artist.

When it comes to sensual artistic works, I am highly biased towards audio. With this in mind, let me say that I really like this pod-cast. The pod-cast had an improvisational feel to it, which allows us to hear your natural emotions as you shared your thoughts. Also, I felt that the pod-cast provided just the right amount of anecdotal asides to establish the significance of the event relative to the people involved. It was clear that this event was personally very important, which makes the story that much more compelling.

Finally, There is a tangible sense of suspense established in the beginning of the story. We may know that you and movie_gal are destine to end up together (at least for a night) by the pod-cast's introduction, but the complexities between movie_guy, movie_gal, and yourself present a interesting puzzle.

I'll definitely be on the lookout for any other pod-casts you release.
-shy