.......do you mean like on a date?”I said “well since you put it that way, yes”She said “I am not a lesbian, I don’t date girls” I said �...�I am not a lesbian either & you are the first girl I have asked out, but again I don’t mean to offend you, if I have I am sorry”She said “I am not offended, but am wondering why you have asked me out?”I will cut out all the I said & she said’s – I went on to tell her the following, that I suppose I am bi, as I had been with another girl once and it was fun,. .. cunt , as i place a slave collar tight around his neck and buckle it off, then i place around his waist a wide leather belt - a heavy duty one , again thats buckled on tight , yeah he's looking good now in his "uniform " i pour a amount of lube over the head of my now very erect cock and slowly ease myself into him , sometimes he feels tight - i like that , he groans " fucking take it " i growl , as i ease myself into him i " enlarge " myself getting my cock to stiffen up inside him , he. Eric was a musician, an artist, a sculptor, a writer, and one of the most profoundly amazing men I'd ever met. I had made my choice, though. At least, I thought I had. It was the night just before my wedding, and I went looking for him. I had to know that I was not making a mistake, that I should be marrying my fiance. I found Eric skulking in a pithy, rundown pit of a hotel; the only place he could disappear from the world's view. He looked shocked to see me, though I noticed his eyes taking. "Yeah that's what happens when you stand me up, deal with it bitch. And honestly? What the fuck is YOUR problem? A girl you're crushing on just shoved her panties in your mouth, it's hot. You're fine. You can do this." I lifted him up by his chin as the elevator dinged.I walked him to one of those shitty, food-by-the-pound bodegas in the financial district (although one I happened to know brewed counter-culture coffee (I'm not a heathen)), because I didn't want to see anyone either of us knew..