Vincent E
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There I was, minding my own business driving home late at night and wishing something interesting might happen. The Charles Street station is undergoing massive renovation, and It is a real traffic and pedestrian cluster fuck. As I sat at the red light, two women came out of the station staircase and onto what is being passed off as a sidewalk. They were two attractive women – the second and third best looking women I saw today – and they were holding hands.
Okay, big deal. Sometimes women hold hands in the downtown area to show solidarity. Sometimes it is a hedge against attack. Other times it is just a friendly gesture. But I sat there and thought a dirty though about them. Maybe they’re lesbians. Oh, that would be so hot.
Okay, I admit I have a primitive male mind. Sue me.
The light turned green and I proceeded to the next red light where I saw the two women walking over the Charles Street overpass. Then they stopped. In the dimness of the overpass, behind the plexigass walls, visible only to someone looking directly at them they embraced.
Then they kissed.
That was so hot.
The only thing that interfered in their affection was the guy coming up the stairs behind them.
These were two “take a second look guys because those chicks are hot” looking women. Lot’s of men have these stereotypes about women and women. We love the girl on girl sex scene between Janine and Celeste, but in real life we think of most lesbians as Johnny Bench look-alikes with butch haircuts and flannel shirts. Before anyone balks, I have known several of the latter, but none of the former. So please take it easy on me. No offense.
This reminded me of the other hottest thing I saw a couple of years ago in Worcester. After a hockey game a crowd walked together to the parking garage. Three young women stopped on the sidewalk. Two of them embraced and planted the hottest lip-to-lip smacker on each other. Of course the crowd of young male hockey fans found this better than any of the other body checks hat night. There was more cheering than for a hat trick
So to Lisa Denton and Dumpling and Colly and anyone else of a ladies driving me nuts in the Toys thread, strap these stories on and deal with them.
Okay, big deal. Sometimes women hold hands in the downtown area to show solidarity. Sometimes it is a hedge against attack. Other times it is just a friendly gesture. But I sat there and thought a dirty though about them. Maybe they’re lesbians. Oh, that would be so hot.
Okay, I admit I have a primitive male mind. Sue me.
The light turned green and I proceeded to the next red light where I saw the two women walking over the Charles Street overpass. Then they stopped. In the dimness of the overpass, behind the plexigass walls, visible only to someone looking directly at them they embraced.
Then they kissed.
That was so hot.
The only thing that interfered in their affection was the guy coming up the stairs behind them.
These were two “take a second look guys because those chicks are hot” looking women. Lot’s of men have these stereotypes about women and women. We love the girl on girl sex scene between Janine and Celeste, but in real life we think of most lesbians as Johnny Bench look-alikes with butch haircuts and flannel shirts. Before anyone balks, I have known several of the latter, but none of the former. So please take it easy on me. No offense.
This reminded me of the other hottest thing I saw a couple of years ago in Worcester. After a hockey game a crowd walked together to the parking garage. Three young women stopped on the sidewalk. Two of them embraced and planted the hottest lip-to-lip smacker on each other. Of course the crowd of young male hockey fans found this better than any of the other body checks hat night. There was more cheering than for a hat trick
So to Lisa Denton and Dumpling and Colly and anyone else of a ladies driving me nuts in the Toys thread, strap these stories on and deal with them.
