Lucky No. 3

Framed Beings

Between the moments spent entertaining my guests at the pool party he’d been flirting with me. He was a friend of a friend and one of the most handsome and charming people I’d met. The super sexy British accent that rolled off his tongue was music to a particular fetish of my ears. At 6’5”, even in my highest of heels, he towered over me. His killer smile and sense of humor had me wanting more.

Amidst the chaos that is hosting an event, he managed to ask for my number and I was glad that he did.

A few days after the infamous bash, it would be featured along side Jay-Z and Beyonce’s Magna Carta album party as a soiree that was not to be missed, he’d asked me to have dinner with him at a sexy little spot in Tribeca. I was excited and annoyed to have to wait an entire week to see him. Monday was so far away and in New York, an entire lifetime can pass by in a week.

I wanted to see his gorgeous face. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I got wet just thinking about sitting across the table from him. Even though things with The Colombian were still ongoing, at night when I laid in bed to allow sleep to come to me, I would make myself cum fantasizing about him. Let’s call him The Big One.

I’ve said before that my attraction to both men and women can leave me wanting more; so that Friday night in the East Village, three days before our official dinner date, I rolled the dice and I played to win.

ACME. 3:30 AM. Need I say more? Anyone who has been to the underground club below this delicious restaurant knows it is a place for good drinks, great music and sexy people dancing the night away. Personally, it’s the place where I went to play and often left with more than one person. The Colombian and I had been drinking dancing and taking drugs. Even though I was enthralled with her every move, I couldn’t help but notice The Big One texting me.

She glanced over with her dark, devious eyes and told me I should invite him to join, so I did.

Because New York isn’t actually the city that never sleeps, ACME closed its doors at 4 AM and as we stood outside the front enterance taking drags of a shared cigarette, The Big One walked up. He was just as handsome and dynamic as I’d remembered. The three of us pilled into a taxi and headed up the west side to a friend’s party. The Colombian was eyeing us both on the ride and I could tell she approved of the pairing.

I didn’t know it then, but the next 48 hours were about to get very wild and very public. His hand was resting on my thigh and I wanted nothing more than for him to slide it upwards so he could feel just how badly I was aching for him, my pussy dripped wet. I wanted to feel his hands and her lips; I wanted to feel it all.

We arrived at the apartment, pilled into the elevator and they both began to kiss me… the game had begun and it seemed everyone wanted to play.

Bi-Bi-Bi

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“It’s okay not to be gay,” she said and we both cracked up in laughter.

“Lesbians never go for bisexuals,” I said, feeling a tinge of resentment as I sat in the cold metal chair, gazing at the smile of my beautiful neighbor. The air was fresh and crisp and her backyard was overrun with luscious greenery.

“It’s because we think they are curious not committed,” my neighbor concluded.

I’ve never been one for labels, unless of course we are talking about beautifully crafted luxury goods that last the test of time. That said… I’ve always been attracted to men and to women. Growing up I didn’t see bisexual representation on screen or around me. I was raised to respect all people regardless of their sexual orientations, but was not exposed to people who were anything but heteronormative in their approach to life.

As a young person, I pursued relationships with men, as that was constantly being projected onto me. No one asked, “who do you like?” They asked, “which boys do you think are cute?” Because of this projection, it just seemed easier to explore relationships with boys, even though my first kiss was with a girl.

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Even in 2020, bisexual people tend to be underrepresented on screen and in life. We are often seen as gay, when with a same-sex partner and hetero when with a partner of the opposite sex.

I sleep with men and women. I date men and women. I want to be in a relationship and I don’t see why I have to choose between a man and a woman.

As much as I’m in it for the human being, part of me feels like when I’m with a man, I’m missing out on being with a woman and the reverse is also true. The solution?

Well, long term I have not a fucking clue, but my ex boyfriend and I had a very fun solution for the short term.

But before I had an ex boyfriend, there was The Colombian and she was my first real connection with a woman that was more than just sex; she said she wanted me to be her woman and I was exactly that.

She stood tall at 5’ 8” with hair so dark it was almost black and it fell just below her slender shoulders. She was dynamic, fiery and wild. We spent many nights causing trouble in Manhattan; dancing, drinking champagne, and mercilessly teasing the men who watched us kiss. Her lips, soft and light, her kiss deep and passionate. Even when countless men tried get in on the action, we always left together.

Until one night, a few days after my July 4th pool party years earlier; that is when everything changed.

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