Toys For Lesbians

Sexy is a word I reserve for the rarest of individuals. For an aberration from the every day men and women of the workaday world. Sexy is more than a word, it is a crown to be set upon the head of the royal, and as we all know, a crown should only be worn by one king, or in this case one queen.

She started working at my office three weeks ago. A slight girl who smells of vanilla beans and innocence. We began going out after work together and in time I made her aware of my own sexuality; she blushed and smiled in response, “I know, you’re gay.” I would have expected her to make some well intended comment after that to dismiss the obvious flirtation between us but she said nothing. If anything it only served to intensify the playful hand touching and half raised eyelids. She wasn’t a straight girl just playing with me, she was interested and I knew it.

We talked on, through a last sip or two of our wine and made our way out to the street. I immediately stepped to the curb to hail a cab as I was used to doing after our drinks, but she stopped me before I could flag down the yellow machine and said, “Don’t get a cab, we can walk to my place from here”….

That’s it for now I have to run, but I’ll be back to continue the story later on.

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