LadyFunkenstein
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A quasi-drug dealing guy and his transgender gal pal tried to run a train on me last Sunday night. They almost got the bang.
(File this under stories I won't tell people IRL)
I stopped in one of my regular spots knowing it was a risk... sometimes shit happens and I end up out way too late.
I was waiting to use the restroom. Not to pee, but to... erm. Hey it's Brooklyn, do the math to figure out why I was out later than I should. "Serena" walked up to me and asked, why don't you just use the men's room?
"Because the men's room is disgusting."
She ended up coming into the bathroom where we talked. After that I moved down to the end of the bar to talk to the two of them. I am tired of the same old regulars (who of course were there).
"Come up the block with us, we are going to so and so's house, it will be fun" Serena said. I did a shot of bourbon and went.
I hung out talking with them on the couch for maybe ten minutes or maybe hours. The guy, whose name I didn't even know yet, sat on one side of e. She sat on the other. He pulled out a pill and put it to my lips. "Take this." I parted my lips then thought better... "What is it"? Ectasy. I'll take half. He slipped it between my lips then finger fucked my mouth for a few pumps.
I lsat upright on the couch. He then leaned over and started stroking my thigh while trying to make out with me. Serena then leaned over said - imagine Latin accent which made it better - "I am sure you want to know what is going on down here (gestures groin). I have nothing but it is beautiful. And it is cleaned up..."
And then the drugs kicked in.
And I got the fuck outta there.
This could be my fault. I have another story in which I was brow-beaten into finger banging an old ladies busted pussy in the bar down the street. Looking back, I brought that on myself. I think the same just happened.
That I didn't give up the bang... am I even more "transphobic" than before or less?
(File this under stories I won't tell people IRL)
I stopped in one of my regular spots knowing it was a risk... sometimes shit happens and I end up out way too late.
I was waiting to use the restroom. Not to pee, but to... erm. Hey it's Brooklyn, do the math to figure out why I was out later than I should. "Serena" walked up to me and asked, why don't you just use the men's room?
"Because the men's room is disgusting."
She ended up coming into the bathroom where we talked. After that I moved down to the end of the bar to talk to the two of them. I am tired of the same old regulars (who of course were there).
"Come up the block with us, we are going to so and so's house, it will be fun" Serena said. I did a shot of bourbon and went.
I hung out talking with them on the couch for maybe ten minutes or maybe hours. The guy, whose name I didn't even know yet, sat on one side of e. She sat on the other. He pulled out a pill and put it to my lips. "Take this." I parted my lips then thought better... "What is it"? Ectasy. I'll take half. He slipped it between my lips then finger fucked my mouth for a few pumps.
I lsat upright on the couch. He then leaned over and started stroking my thigh while trying to make out with me. Serena then leaned over said - imagine Latin accent which made it better - "I am sure you want to know what is going on down here (gestures groin). I have nothing but it is beautiful. And it is cleaned up..."
And then the drugs kicked in.
And I got the fuck outta there.
This could be my fault. I have another story in which I was brow-beaten into finger banging an old ladies busted pussy in the bar down the street. Looking back, I brought that on myself. I think the same just happened.
That I didn't give up the bang... am I even more "transphobic" than before or less?
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