Driving down the road, sitting in the driver's seat, your newest best friend, Patricia, is going on tour with you. It's just the best of fun to go out on the backroads and explore places you have never been when the weather permits. You smile as her fingers reach across to eagerly caress your hard-on. He is always out and free when the two of you are alone together.

You've not been friends long, but it seems you have known her forever. In your heart you have. And you praise the gods for her experiences in her past. She is a perfectly lustful girl and she has become that through the loving she has encountered and shared. So many ladies have dabbled beneath her fingers and been writhing beneath her lips as she spread her joy on their nether lips. 

She is happily and completely bisexual now. For so long she had felt that her heart held a lesbian's soul. What a wonder for you that she is incontrovertibly bisexual now, and that is forever your hope and expectation as long as the two of you are lovers.

You know that her understanding of her passions gave her pride in her own queerness. It is no longer important to her to be any particular sort of identity. She calls herself fluid and lucky. But you are the lucky one now. She is living out her love for you while you maintain a CIS status as a straight man. You give her all you can give just as she is perfect for you. For the moment you are both fulfilled.

The process of learning about her fetishes has been revealing and grand. You share your own likes in the same way without fear of rejection. Tish has told you about her days and ways of domination with her lady friends. And doing so had taught her just what domination she loves to receive for herself. So you are lucky to be her new Daddy/Dom as you both keep on growing together.

"You know, Enzo, I've told you about how good it was when I used my strap-on with my girls. Making love to them in their wanton holes of lust was not really the same as having it done to me. It was alright to switch at times. I enjoyed that."

"Princess, letting me use my cock instead of a strap-on to fuck you is so awesome for me. You know that." You stroke her wet pussy and she squirms in her seat.

"I know, Daddy. It's good, in a way that is really so different from playing with the ladies. It just feels different. You see what you do to me, my love. Getting fucked in my pussy by a man is just not the same. It's good in a different way. The cock swelling and twitching in there fills me with passion, although I must admit it makes me giggle now and then as well." She giggled just to show me.

"Then, when you found out how I absolutely loved to have you fucking my ass it was wonderful. We could fuck that way all night and I would be happy. The first time and every time since it has been great Enzo. The strap-on worked, truly. But there's never anything wrong with variety. You are good to my ass, kind Sir.

"Of course, when you fuck my mouth and use it like a pussy it's so good, too. Making me gag and cry and choke, using me like a cum-slut, it is so amazing, Daddy."

You smile and think about it with pleasure. She is beautiful in all ways. She knows just what your cock is for. And all it will ever need.

You met Tish at the last Pride Parade. You have been an ally for as long as you remember knowing about any kind of LGBTQ folks. From the days when you understood about Gays and Lesbians and but really had no idea about anything else. So sadly uneducated you were back in the bad old days. But somehow you knew, without having to be educated, that right was right, good was good, and simplest of all, love was love. 

On that day, marching along the street, she had started a casual conversation, and when you smiled and then made her laugh at some things you said it seemed to create a bond. One that kept strengthening over the passing weeks. Until today, and you and she were lovers enjoying your life together. 

You share your life with Tish. 

You love these simple acts of exploration across the landscapes of life. The physical environment and the inner geography of the heart.

Today you are sharing the fun of watching the bats fly out of the cave you've found. In the evening just at twilight they exit and give a grand show. You pull the car over beside the rocky gravel road and park beside a small spring that runs out of the mouth of the cavern. As you have told her several times lately, "Tish, I love you more than all the bats in all the caves in the world."

She always answers, "Silly boy, Enzo, don't make me choose," and she laughs. She loves to kiss you. She does that as they begin to flutter out of the opening. 

You climb into the back seat where you both have room and won't get all muddy on the cave floor. Twisting and turning you help her take off her clothes and then let her do the same for you. Both of you are now stripped and happy, tickling and laughing while the bats fly about, circling and getting their bearings before going out hunting for insects on the winds.

"Get down on your knees, Daddy," she orders. She is always still a bit of a domme. You just smile and enjoy her for what she is. And she begins licking your winking star, making you stiffen even more than you already have. Tish does get a great deal of pleasure from licking and biting you this way. You're leaning down on your elbows as she continues while stroking out your dangling prick.

She keeps nipping at the crinkle until you need to stop, and twist her around so you can do the same for her. Such a sweet little asshole she presents. You get it as drooly and sticky as you can, pushing your tongue in, before getting over her to press your nearly bursting cockhead into her. She cries out, "Please, now, Enzo. Fuck it for me, Daddy." 

The windows are all down, and the breeze is gently wafting through the leaves, spreading the damp, musky odors of the cave, mixing with the smells of the juices flowing out of you both. After what seems like a delightful forever of fucking she gives a squeal. You grunt and start shooting out your spunk, making a sticky cream pie for you to clean off of her. You do that as she sucks out all the good stuff you still have to drain from your tender cock.

You note it is time to get home. Adjusting the driver's seat is a quick move now that you both have on some clothes. You both are not wearing underwear. Why would anyone, after all, you wonder. Pulling Tish over to you it is no problem letting her squat down on your lap, slipping your still hard cock into her sloppy pussy. Ready to drive down the bumpy backroad.

You start up the engine and laugh out loud. "I love you, little one," you yell and sweet Tish kisses you deeply and passionately. Both of you so proud of your relationship. What a way to celebrate.