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The FREE UK dating and contact site – January 2004 Issue

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Confessions your opportunity to confess all. So get it off your chest like … What I Did Last Saturday Night - Natasha I'm Natasha, 24 and up ‘til last Saturday I only fancied guys. I live in Bristol and was heading out for a drink and club with 3 of my pals Lisa, Claire and Eve. Sure I'd had a Smirnoff Ice or 3 by the time we hit the club, but I was still sober by my standards. We had grabbed a sofa, were having a chat and I was looking around for a cute guy to fall in love with (OK. OK. and to buy me a couple of drinks!). I hadn't had much luck until quite late on. Then I saw him, he was about 6ft, short brown hair and looked in pretty good shape. Egged on by my pals and a gulp of Smirnoff Ice I went over to flirt with him. I was feeling good, just had my hair done in the afternoon and had a short new dress on. He blew me straight out! "Sorry girl your not my type!". Ouch, I normally get what I want. Somewhat deflated a went back to my pals who had been watching on, and I got a group hug. "Who needs men anyway" I remarked quite innocently. Lisa smiled back at me and kissed me on the lips ... long kiss on the lips. A peck on the cheek was the norm, so on the lips for a while was a surprise. I was even more surprised to find I enjoyed it. So much softer (and fresher breath) then a lot of guys! I felt I was blushing, but I then went down on to the dance floor with Lisa. We started dancing together closely, our legs touching at first, then Lisa squatted down in front of me running her hands lightly down over my front and down the side of my legs and then up again. I then did the same to her, and we carried on dancing close. I was getting really turned on and before long it was the last dance of the night. I'd blushed like mad when she first kissed me, but now I didn't care. She had her hand on my neck as we french kissed, and I found my hands wondering on to her thigh and then up under her short skirt onto her butt. I kinda know why guys like girls in g-strings now! It all ended real soon, and as she lives well outside Bristol she had already arranged a lift home with another friend. I was horny as hell over the next couple of days, but felt to embarrassed to call her. Luckily she phoned me, and that embarrassment has now gone. She told me that she had been bi for a couple of years, but still found it all really exciting. She’s coming to stay over with me next weekend, and I'm feeling like I'm a nervous virgin all over again. I know I will always fancy men, but this is exciting too, and I doubt that no man I ever meet will mind me inviting Lisa over to join in! So are you ready to confess all – e-mail your confession to contributions@directpublishing.co.uk