The Kiss

About six months ago, when leaving the Fetish Café in Antwerp after a swell evening and party, Princess and I wave goodbye to everybody and shake hands with those we now a tad better.
There is this tall and rather handsome man we both like. We don’t know him really but we like his charisma and he seems kind and gentle. He tends to greet everyone as if they are dear friends he hasn’t seen in ages. It is not overdone but sincere. On his Fetlife profile he describes himself as pansexual.

With closed lips he kisses Princess on the mouth. I try to shake his hand but he presses his lips on mine. Not in a menacing or pushy way, but gentle. No tongue. When I break loose he kisses me again, lips still closed but with a little more pressure. Still no tongue.

On our way home Princess makes a joke. “You almost got tongued by a man,” she chuckles.
I smile.
“Did you like it?”
I smile again, keep my eyes on the road. “Yeah. I would not have minded a little more.”
I can’t remember if we talked about it more that evening and afterwards it did not come up again. Well maybe once when Princess was making fun of me.
Yet that innocent kiss planted a small seed in my head. It took quite some time to sprout.
During these past few months that moment, the kiss, has occasionally popped up in my head/fantasy. Its last occurrence, not even two weeks ago, left me with a slight sense of regret, a missed opportunity without being able to define it.
When I checked The Stranger’s profile on Fetlife it noticed he had chosen heteroflexible as orientation. My first idea was that it was just another word for bisexual. So did Princess.
Past Wednesday morning I was laying naked on my back. The bed ravaged, sheets soaked and a purring Princess pressed firmly against my body.

I was stroking my still painfully hard member while Princess grinded her pussy against my knee.
“Milord?”
“Mmmm?”
“Imagine The Stanger lying on bed with us, also playing with his cock. Would that tickle your fancy?”
I gave it some thought. An honest question deserves an honest answer.
“I wouldn’t mind helping him,” I replied, surprising not only Princess but also myself as the answer had popped out of my mouth just like that.
We remained silent for a short while, taking time to process what had just happened.
“Wow,” Princess said, “I hadn’t seen that coming.”
“Me neither,” I told her, a little sheepish. “But, hey, I’m only curious.”
We both knew that was a white lie.
So we talked about it some more. It is not about fucking a man, even less about being fucked. I am not even mildly bisexual. But later that afternoon, while spending some quality time with my old friend Google I new I was heteroflexible.
Do I need the experience? No, not really and I probably won’t pursue it either.
But I am open for some modest experimenting when an opportunity with the right person, the right mood and the right situation presents itself.
Princess told me she was not sure if she would find it erotic, but she made it clear we could experiment.
While writing this I already know that I would be more a giver than a taker. Giving is also about control.
Anyway, for the time being my newly discovered heteroflexibility will stay far on the background as we have more exciting and hot plans planned in a very near future.
Princess, thank you, not only for your love, your passion and caring. For standing next to me. But also for exploring with me our sexuality. It feels so great to take your hand and lead you, lead us.

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