If I said I never had lesbian fantasies, I’d be a liar–anyone who cares to dig deep enough into my blog can witness my shortlived bisexuality. However, I would also be lying if I said that images like these haven’t flashed through my mind while a beautiful woman stood fixing her makeup one sink away. That being said, I’m unsure of what role I would play. On one hand, I can easily see myself being the passive recipient of her lust: giving in to the gentle pressure of her hands, her lips, her tongue. On the other, I think it would be equally hot if I, while in the grip of passion, turned and forcefully covered her mouth with my own, tasting her surprise as it turned to passion.