Virgin Red
I’ve always loved d***s. I think that’s why I thought of myself as bi‑sexual for so many years. Nothing turned me on more than a good, hard d**k. But, it always saddened me that they were attached to men. Everything else…body, mind, spirit…well, what I wanted way more was woman. Then I met my first packing‑butch. After that, there were no limits.
I’d seen her before at play parties and knew her reputation. She was a stone-cold butch. A take no prisoners’ type of leather woman who could, and usually did, have whomever she wanted. Bottoms and submissives lined up to feel the sting of her floggers; sometimes even Tops switched for her. But there hadn’t been a connection between us.
I always had performance anxiety no matter what the circumstances, and tonight was no exception. A
