July 24, 2024 | Vanessa de Largie
I’ve identified as a bisexual woman since I was a teen but I’ve always had a preference for blokes. Obviously, a woman can wear a strap-on but it’s never going to beat the feeling of a cock. And whenever I’ve been in a short term relationship with women, I find that I crave male bodies.
Being bisexual is great if you’re in a relationship with a man because you can bring in another woman – to spice things up. There is something hot about watching the man you love fuck another woman.
I have gone in as a third wheel with married couples (which sounds good on paper) but there are always politics involved. If she senses he is giving more attention to YOU – shit can go downhill real fast. I learnt that lesson the hard way.
When I was in my early twenties. I got together with a couple who were months away from getting hitched. It was all fun and games but then he started contacting me unbeknownst to her.
One night after a beautiful session between the three of us, he offered to drive me home. But instead of doing that, he drove me to a beach for a ‘supposed’ walk and I very firmly reiterated that he needed to drive me home.
The next morning, I made the decision to call his partner and tell her what had happened, primarily because I considered her my friend. I thought perhaps she may like to know what kind of guy she was marrying.
BIGGEST MISTAKE EVER. She got rid of me and married him. If I’ve learnt anything over the last two decades, it’s that most women side with their partners. Women find it incredibly hard to grapple with the idea that THEIR partner would go elsewhere. (this works in men’s favour).
Often, even when the evidence proves otherwise – they’ll still blame the OTHER woman. It makes no sense but sadly it’s a fact of life.
But I’m a different girl to the one I was 20 years ago. I’m more open-minded, I’m more liberated and I’m less judgmental. I would NEVER dob on anyone now (male or female) because quite frankly, it’s none of my business. And you never know what is going on behind closed doors.
I no longer view cheating as good or bad. Life is a lot more complex than that.
A decade ago, I met a lovely bloke (who would have been in his 70s) and he loved his wife very much. But because of her cancer and ongoing treatments over a decade – she no longer wanted to have sex with him. He missed the intimacy with her, he missed the sexual relief – he missed the connection. When he was telling me all of this, he broke down and started weeping. It was terribly hard to watch.
It’s easy for women to think that men just need a vessel to cum in. But in my experience, men need to feel validated and desired too.
I suggested that he see a sex worker and he did. I spoke to this beautiful man the day after his paid-for-sex-experience, and it was like speaking to a completely different person. It was as if his lifeforce had come back into his body.
I ran into him on Brunswick Street 6 months later and he had continued to see the same sex worker during that time. He was walking taller. He looked younger and he was happy. He told me the relationship with his wife had improved since seeing the sex worker.
He no longer had to pressure his wife for sex and was present in her time of need.
Was I wrong to suggest such a thing? Was he wrong to do it? Who’s to say? We’re here for a short time, not a long time. And I believe that it’s a basic human right to have our sexual needs met.
Moralists won’t agree of course. Because they are hung up on ideals. But I sleep well at night.
In recent months, I have been masturbating about women a lot and I don’t really know why. Perhaps it’s just a phase I’m going through?
But I still prefer blokes!