My gay fantasies began as a whisper in the back of my mind—an idle thought during long nights alone. I’d imagine his hands on me, firm and confident, his lips grazing my skin, igniting a fire that started in my chest and spread downward. At first, I tried to ignore it, brushing off the fantasies as fleeting curiosities, but they refused to fade.  

Life has a way of catching you off guard, unravelling desires you didn’t even know were hidden. My first lesbian experience with my best friend wasn’t planned, but it became the most sensual and eye-opening moment of my life. It all began on a lazy evening, a confession that turned into an invitation and a kiss that changed everything.