Some people think that because a girl is a fag hag and hangs out at gay bars that she doesn’t get laid. Nothing could be further from the truth. There are always three ways and other innovative combinations. Besides sometimes they just want a real girl in the mix.
Everyone at the bar was after two guys in particular. One was known as “France – the Bee Diseaser.” He actually was from France and he worked investigating bee hives for health and disease. He told the story of how a bee got into his face mask and hid inside his ear canal. He was in absolute agony as the bee lodged inside his ear buzzed and buzzed as it began making its home inside France’s head!
Finally after sitting for hours in the hospital emergency room, the bee simply made its exit. “Did you kill it?” Kristie asked.
“No, he just flew away,” France said as he bought her another drink.
Kristie spent hours talking to France whenever he came into Alice’s Bar. He had been going home alone for months. All the guys at the bar had been trying to bag him. He invited her to go home with him, “Voulez – vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”
Beautiful blue eyes, dark hair, and that French accent! “Score! Ha, ha… Score!” she thought as she flaunted her conquest out the door in front of the drooling jealous queens.
He fucked her on an air mattress in what sufficed as his bedroom. It looked like he was camping out in the plain unfurnished one bedroom apartment he used only for sleeping and showering. His cock tasted like honey that had been in the refrigerator too long… it needed some heat to de-crystallize.
France woke up in the middle of the night speaking in his wild French tongue confused at first as to why she was there. She couldn’t understand what he said, but she knew by his position poised on top of her, and the size of his throbbing erection that he wanted another go at it. She smiled, opened her legs, and complied gladly.
Dennis was another gorgeous stud (They’re all gorgeous when they’re under thirty) who hung out at Alice’s usually looking for some head. She had never heard of him fucking anyone, but he liked a blow job and a rim job too. The gossip was that he was clean enough to make it yummy.
Seeing him at the bar one night and the shock of still another one of her high school friends being gay, or bi, or whatever the fuck he turned out to be led them into bed together. She savored every morsel of his sweet surfer boy good looks and never once told anyone where she picked him up or how delicious he was in bed.
Both France and Dennis were memorable one night stands. Shortly after that she left on one of her cross country trips and never saw them again. One thing she knew was true, everyone was looking for love. What that meant for each individual could change, but everyone wanted love. She hoped France and Dennis would find it. She was still looking too.
#FagHag
(First published 1/30/12)
