I've sometimes been accused of being a maneater. And to those a little more intimate with my *hobbies on the side*, I'm labelled a pussyeater too.
So, in the past week, I've had two lovely new flavours. I am admittedly a very sexual person, and very much a predator. However, my preying stance, is much more that of the venus fly trap. The tactic: exude a heady, alluring aura, be rather still, let them come to you, then ensnare them. But remember this: Always maintain your standards. And for a bigger kick of a conquest, be a converter of straight women.
So, perhaps I will tell a little more of my new lovely ladies. *M* is 34, six years older than I am, a career woman with a workaholic fiance, and is coy, but very foxy. Her olive skin is smooth and tanned from regular beach-going, though there are traces and evidence of photoaging due to her age and extreme sun exposure. Her limbs are supple and lithe, her body voluptuous in her feminine curves. She is petite and a lover of heels. She lives in Diane Von Furstenburg shirt-dresses, and touts Australian Tsubi skinny jeans to be her new favourite. In our past two encounters together, I enjoy taking them off. She is practical with her underwear, favouring seamless microfibre co-ordinates. Always black. Her brassiere cuts full and holds her breasts in ever so modestly, very deceptive to what is actually beneath. But a woman knows. Like warm canteloupes that lie low and close to her rib cage, they beckon my lips with their relaxed brown aureoles and taut nipples. I like how our tan skins look against each other in the slivers of morning light. Her belly is firm, with just a light padding of kneadable flesh, and as always, I prefer innie belly buttons. She is still shy but she likes it when I trace my tongue across her anus, upwards between her labia, this is when she parts for me very willingly. She likes my tongue on her clit, and my fingers at the base of her vagina, and in the heat of things, I penetrate her with my mascara tube. Vigorously in the rush of her moisture as my tongue and fingers flick fastidiously. She is a screamer. An emotional one when she needs to cuddle and kiss post-coitus as she smiles with tears in her eyes.

*T* is about 5"6'. She's 25 and is feisty. She aims very hard to please. Unlike *M* who is sensual and reserved in her demeanour, *T* talks quite a bit too much, is sometimes insecure and is terribly argumentative though she makes me laugh. She is still finding herself, still curious about exploration. She thinks in me, she has found a new companion to try kinky stuff her ex-boyfriends won't do. I tell her she is wrong. I think to myself that she tries so hard because she just wants to feel loved. And I am right. She is not too adventurous in bed. Though a very happy recipient. *T* is brunette, though a natural strawberry blonde. I give her a trim. She thinks it is fun. I think it is necessary. But I think that with the right practice, *T* will nicely come into her own and will be quite clever with technique.

So here comes the end of my disclosure. I happily anticipate what the ensuing week brings.