the third sex

Not that long ago, I was sitting at one of Patpong’s outdoor bars, idly
contemplating a gorgeous ladyboy standing a few yards away trying to drum up business for a neighbouring bar. I knew her well, biblically as well as being a friend. Her name was Mel. We had enjoyed some good times together.

A British man came along and sat down next to me at the bar. I could sense he was eyeing Mel up. And she certainly was an eyeful. Tall, curvy, beautiful skin, impeccable makeup. He turned in my direction. “She really is quite something, isn’t she?” he said.

I couldn’t resist it. “Not bad for a feller,” I commented.

I heard a dull clunk as his jaw hit the ground. “NO!!” he said. “You don’t mean….” And he began spluttering in his beer. “Who would have thought it possible?” he said.

At that point, if you are totally straight and have only ever had sex with genetic girls, and only ever wanted to have sex with genetic girls, you can cross a boundary into unknown territory and find out a little more about the world and about yourself too.

I knew all about Mel’s long, elegant dick and her sweet little bottom and her soft little tits. I knew that she was a real sweetheart, and that being with her, even if you had done everything you could do and were simply sprawled out reading a book, was a pleasure. In other words, she was a classic example of the third sex.

I waited to see if the British visitor rose to the bait. I saw Mel glance in my direction, smile, and then turn a sunny smile upon the visitor. I sensed him shift on his bar stool. He drained his beer and paid his chit. He got to his feet.

Then he walked away in the opposite direction.

He didn’t know what he was missing.