I lived my life thinking I was a lesbian, very much happy hooking up with random pretty girls in clubs and not giving any men a second look - until I met my partner.

He knew I was a lesbian and was happy to just be friends, but then I found myself fantasising about him, would think about gagging on his cock, or daydream about being fucked and filled with his cum. I was certain I wasn't attracted to men, so why was I thinking about him this way? A couple of months went by before I finally admitted to him that I thought about fucking him. I was (and still am) well and truly attracted to women, but I couldn't get him off of my mind.

The night that we finally fucked, when I finally felt his cock push into my pussy was world changing. Months of dreaming about him, getting myself off to the thought of him devouring me, had finally come to fruition. I spent close to an hour worshipping his cock with my mouth, in awe at how obsessed I was growing with him.

I have grown addicted to his cum, to the taste and sensation of being filled by him - something I never thought I'd let a man do. 10 months later and I'm struck dizzy by how obsessed I am with him, and how addicted I am to his cum. I'd drink it by the glass if I could.

And that's how I got here: the girl who loves fucking other girls her one male exception.

Have I been fucked straight? Hell no, he knows I'll always be into girls, and actively encourages me to still indulge in them - I'm just owned by this one cock 😇