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Gay (lesbian)

Gay for a Day
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I don't know what the problem is, but I haven't been getting as much attention as I’m use to from men lately. Just last Friday I had to sneak an empty beer bottle out of Bahamas Joe's just so I'd have something to fuck in the parking lot. I told Alice, one of my girlfriends at work about this problem and she told me that I should forget about men for a while and just have fun.
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She invited me to come along with her and her friends to a local bar that is known for its popularity in the lesbian scene. I agreed to go, but I really didn't care about hanging out with Alice or her friends. I just wanted to see how many lesbian heads I could turn with my hot body. I felt confident that the women there would validate me by making me feel sexy again.
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As soon as we got inside I ditched my companions and headed for the bar. I leaned up to the crowded bar and ordered a shot. Over the course of an hour about three different ladies offered to buy me drinks. I refused most of them because I only seemed to be attracting the rougher looking gals. Was that a good thing? I didn't know. So I rejoined my coworkers and helped them empty a couple pitchers of beer.
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Then I noticed a pretty young thing back towards the far end of the bar. Ashley was a petite 5-foot 5 and weighed about 145 pounds. She has brown eyes and had a cute pixie haircut that was longer on the front. Her breasts looked like. Even though a little bit chunky, she had a thin enough waist to gave her a classic hourglass figure and an ass to die for. She saw me looking so she came up and whispered in my ear. At this point I was boozy enough to try anything, so before I knew it we were meeting in the ladies room. Pushing me back into a stall, Ashley insisted on going down on me. I can’t say that I blamer her because I’m a Jennifer Aniston look-a-like, a real knockout. I’m 5 ft 8- inches tall and weighed a tight 135-pounds. I wear my blonde hair down to my shoulders. I’ve been told that I have the perfect body for sex, a firm 35 x 23 x 35 figure without an ounce of body fat and my breasts were firm, my flat tummy was solid, and I had beautiful shapely legs and an ass that wouldn't quit. Nice legs, a narrow waist, great abs and nice tits, what more could a gal ask. I'm not sure how experienced she was, because she had this confusing neck tattoo that said, "Trust No Man … Fear No Bitch".
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So I'm standing there with my pants down around my ankles and my eyes shut when Ashley starts screaming like a crazy woman. She was all pissed off because I didn't warn her about my tampon. Well how the hell was I supposed to know? I'd never done that before and no man ever complained about it. By the time I got back from the restroom Ashley had already stormed out of the bar so I decided to forget her and just focus on having fun. That was what I should have done to begin with. After Alice broke the ice by getting me out on the dance floor, I danced and laughed the night away. Besides dancing my coworkers, the girls that had offered me drinks earlier kept dancing with me and buying me more drinks. The night didn't end until I tried to bust a move and ended up slipping and falling flat on my face. I got a big red bruise on my forehead and it even bled a little.
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My friend Alice got me home. At least I think it was her I don't honestly remember. Whoever it was stripped down to my pretty lace panties before putting me to be.
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The next day I did the logical thing, I called the place up and threatened to sue the owner if she didn't settle with me out of court. She called my bluff and refused to pay me anything. She must have guessed that the lawyers I'd called beforehand wouldn't take my case.
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Now my head is all fucked up and my coworker, Alice is pissed off at me because we are banned from this really fun bar.

Take it from me: the ‘gay lifestyle’ isn't as easy as it looks.
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The end…

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