First Bisexual Hookup: Lola’s Slut Confession

Welcome to Slut Confessions!

You know my kinky confessional is open to any and all who dare to enter. Let me be your unholy confidante as you spill the dirty details of your darkest fantasies in a space without judgment. Being at PSK has given me unfettered access to the male psyche. I’m listening and learning about the male perspective, which has led to much reflection and growth on my part. But now I want to give you, my dear readers, insight into the female gaze and my first bisexual hookup. Welcome to Slut Confessions! My new series encourages women to submit their most intimate confessions, naughty fantasies, and devilish desires to the kinky confessional.

 Keep reading for part one of Lola’s recount of her first bisexual hookup in college.

Lola’s First Bisexual Hookup

One of my kinkiest sex confessions started during my first year of college. That was the year I had my first woman-on-woman experience and first bisexual hookup. My college’s Spring Fling concert had just been announced. A warm spring day full of drunken debauchery on a tiny college campus. This was the season opener to slut season for New England colleges, where girls start to wear less and go out more.

I was so nervous about what to wear, how to do my hair, but most importantly, who I’d end up going…or leaving with. Honestly, I really wanted to go with a cute guy, but it seemed like everyone knew who they were going to ask out anyway. I ended up asking one of my girlfriends, Linda, to come with me instead. We’d been friends for a long time, and I knew it’d be a fun time with her anyway. We didn’t need guys to ask us out! Little did I know the night would end with my first bisexual hookup.

More Than a Bisexual Hookup

The day of the Spring Fling came around quickly, and even that morning, I was still fawning over the cute guy I was hoping to end up with that night. I got to Linda’s apartment around noon, in a torn-up pair of Daisy Dukes and a cute bandana I fastened around my small frame. Dressed to get the right pair of eyes and hands, all over me. Who knew I was dressing for my first, very handsy, bisexual hookup?

Linda hopped in the shower while I started on my hair. About 5 minutes into curling my hair, I realized that I needed some pins so I knocked on the door and asked Linda if I could come in. I was pretty sure she heard me until I was in the middle of opening the top drawer, and she pulled back the curtain. I saw her perky tits glistening with water drops. She didn’t cover up right away, so in my embarrassment, I looked down but as I looked down, I didn’t miss the full, black bush of hair.

I told her I was super sorry, and she laughed and said it was okay because I was a woman. It was really confusing because even though I had never been attracted to other women, I was feeling really turned on and could feel the juices creaming up in my own pussy. I shrugged the feeling away and we both kept getting ready. At this point, the thought of a bisexual hookup still hadn’t occurred to me.After all, Linda mentioned earlier, she was trying to make her ex Jason jealous. She was doing something called cuckold training. And that was something I was not familiar with at the time.

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