Eroticy Story - Singapore Girl - 1

They say a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. But I can't claim to be a gentleman. Besides, all bets are off when the woman But that comes later.

And oh, yes this is a true story. Really happened. Only her name has been changed. Not to protect her she did not need protection but to keep my ass out of court.

I met June (not her real name) in a Laundromat in the Village. I had seen her there a few times and couldn't help noticing. For one thing, she was female and most of the clientele was male and gay. I had outgrown my homophobia years before and on the rare occasions when one of the guys cruised me, I told him (truthfully) that I was flattered and declined. Hell, how could I not be flattered? There were a lot of devastatingly good-looking guys around who were obviously gay, and someone had found me attractive enough to make a pass; I had to be flattered. In a way, that was how June and I got to know each other. She overheard me talking with Jimmy, one of the other long-time customers. He was surprised at my equanimity when a newcomer had cruised me. Jimmy told me what a lovely way it was to decline. I told him it was simply the truth. Amazing, isn't it that faggots should find the truth just as lovely as we unrepentant straights do? Golly, maybe they're almost human.