But to me, and many women of my generation, we see sexuality as fluid. And a real man is willing to be vulnerable and explore his sexuality… not jud...e based on centuries of male chauvinist stereotypes.’ Somehow that made sense to me. If women could kiss each other and eat each other out, why couldn’t men? Sex was just sex. Yet, still, a large part of society frowned upon gay male sex and until very recently I was one of them… and my father still was one of them. I could only imagine his. I tell him he may kiss me, which he does. Rather too well, I have to say. His arm reaches around me to pull me closer, but he catches on to my wagging finger and soon releases me.I wonder where he gets these ideas from that he can just touch me whenever he feels like it. That’s not the rules – is it! He should know better.We’re actually sat at Scarfes bar, on the leather and velvet upholstered high stools, the pearl in the necklace of this refurbished hotel. In the corner, the open fire roars. She is adventuresome and curious–she is up for anything that sounds fun. I love her avante-garde nature, and we have tried a number of kinks and sexual fantasies and enjoyed them all.It was this sexy, playful side that I was counting on as I drove home that day. I couldn't imagine what she had in mind when she said she had a surprise for me. All I knew was that I was sure to enjoy it!I made it home in record time and as I entered the house, I called out as I often do when she isn't at the door. She wore a red Indian dress which had a huge neck exposing her cleavage and the back was also very big. I wanted to push her against the wall and strip her naked but I had to control my emotions because it was her very first time and I did not want to scare her. We started dancing on those romantic songs and the fragrance coming from her body was making me go mad.I pulled her towards while dancing and I moved her open hairs towards the left side of her face and I exhaled my hot breath on her.