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I’m Bisexual and I Don’t Want To Be In Your Threesome
When they go Unicorn Hunting for you
It’s years ago at a museum event for young professionals. I see her, curves of an ocean body, not too much makeup, ass like a god. I don’t know how to hit on a woman without it becoming just a compliment.
“You look amazing.”
She smiles. A man comes up behind her. Like a lion claiming his pride he puts his arm around her. The message is clear, this is mine.
“Hey, what’s going on over here?”
He asks and I can’t help my bluntness sometimes. It is both savior and immediately considered to be a joke.
“I was just telling her how hot she looked.”
I shrug. She does a little turn in the tight dress. I can’t help watching the movement underneath the silken outfit. Her hair is wavy and blond and her skin has a skin kissed glow to it. I know I’m not being shy about my staring, but sometimes I feel sick of pretense when it comes to hitting on women.
His predatory state looks at me, sizes me up, says the thing I hate: Bisexual Unicorn Hunting.
“My girls likes girls too. We’ve been looking for a threesome, I can give you my number.”
