“I think the definition of bisexual has become mucked up. It has become a symbol for greed and lies and distrust and that is a falsehood if I do say so myself. Please allow me to explain premise; not everyone who likes both wants both at the same time or wants to lie to one to have the other. I myself prefer not to mix sticks and slits; how about you dear heart?”
Not quite five feet, ten inches in height, Kennedy’s legs extend beyond the queen-sized bed as she finds sustenance in Avery’s juices. Her gluts flex as she grinds and slightly pumps the sheets reflecting on the last time she entered Avery.
“It probably seems like I’m having a pity party, but I’m not; well maybe I am—shoot I don’t know. I’m not sure I have the words to help you understand,” Karen emits and releases the catalyst to her dolor; her desire for women even though she’s in a relationship with Brad, the abomination for being gay sermon preached from the pulpit of her cousin Sophia and the perturbation parade marching through her head.
… “Right,” David acknowledges as he and Brad exit the 24 Hour Fitness Locker Room unaware that Jennifer, his wife, is waiting in the parking lot.
Leaning over, Carmela surveys Jane’s chocolate curves and partakes of her lips. Kissing soft and slow savoring the moment, she says, “I love you too. Let’s go home baby.”
“Okay … let’s.”
