Sweat was just starting to cool on my body. Juliette’s breathing was slowing from the tit-heaving panting she’d been engaged in moments ago. We’d just fucked like gangbusters, and I was basking in the afterglow when Juliette surprisingly said, “I bet I could be a man.”
Not what I expected to hear from my girlfriend after sex.
“Yeah?” I replied with a chuckle.
“I mean it.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “I’ve done makeup, costuming. Put me in a group of people who don’t know me, with a boyfriend on my arm, and I could make them think I’m a gay guy.”
“Why do you need to be gay?” I asked.
“I could pull it off better, I think. What do you say, Scott? Wanna be my boyfriend?”... Read more...