Fuck of the Century
It took me a few weeks after losing Heather, but finally I went out bar hopping. I am in a straight and gay/lesbian club, dressed for seduction, and feeling almost foolishly brazen, sitting at the bar, sensuously smoking a cigarette, lightly sipping a scotch, it takes only a few minutes for a woman to approach me. Sitting next to me, she boldly says, “There is something about you that tells me you swing both ways, interested in a mixed party?” Smiling almost wickedly, I reply, “What gives...
Straight Sex