I found this article over at the over-educated nympho. Check it out. Whadya think?But I’m Straight. -Ish.
When I masturbate, I think about girls. But I’m straight.When I see a hot girl walk past me in a short skirt I wonder what kind of underwear she has on, if any at all. But I’m straight.When I see a hot girl, I check out her legs, her ass, her tits, her stomach, her eyes, everything. But I’m straight.Yep, I’m as straight as the vibrator I’m shoving up my pussy when I’m thinking about sucking on some perky tits.In meetings, I stare at the beautiful new girl and I get so caught up in her pretty smile that I don’t realize it when someone is talking to me. But I’m straight.When I see a sexy photo of a girl on the internet, I start to play with my nipples. But I’m straight.When I’m at the pool with the guy I’m fucking, we are often checking out the same people. But I’m straight.I’ve had sex with a girl. Awesome sex. But I’m straight. -ish.For the most part, I consider myself straight. I just want to have sex with other straight girls. I’m the kind of girl that proper bisexuals disregard because I still favor the heterosexual side of the sexuality spectrum. I may love pussy but I crave cock. I agree that I’m not a so-called proper bisexual because I only want to fuck girls–I don’t want to date them. Which is why it’s no big deal that the spank bank of my computer only has photos of girls in it.But if my mother asks, I’m straight. And a virgin. Aw hell, why don’t you tell her I’m a practicing Catholic too.
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