Case in point, it was when I was taking my usual detour from the riverside to my big-for-New-Orleans but objectively tiny Royal Street apartment tht I...met Leyla. I should say, I spied her. I’ve always had a thing for redheads and my god was she a specimen. Hair the color of the sun the morning before a storm, skin like milk and tits that looked like they could feed an army of starving c***dren. Best of all, she was sitting in a just-above-her-knees floral print dress that could be mistaken for. " Out of fairness, if you get to have sex with all these different women, then it's only right that your girlfriends be allowed the same freedoms since they have lustful urges and desire pleasure and variety as well."I sighed again. "Yes." So let's say you allow your guilt to rule your decision-making. Seeking to assuage that guilt, you force yourself to grant permission to your girlfriends to take other male lovers. But instead of resolving your hypocritical guilt, you create resentment that. Names have been changed to protect not only my identity but those of my friends and partners. This story will have multiple chapters, focusing on a couple different people, with each relationship being a separate "book". I hope you enjoy! It was a quiet night at the firehouse, though I wouldn't dare say it, because everyone knows the minute you say the "q-word", all hell is bound to break loose. It was a Tuesday, which normally would mean I was off the next day and could enjoy my rest for a. Wade said don’t worry, they had plenty of beer in their cabin. Half an hour passed, Elaine was intoxicated with their laughter and openness. She felt really at ease with them both, not being a drinker, Elaine was feeling the effects of the alcohol, she wasn’t drunk but felt really good inside. ‘Ok’ said Wade, ‘time to go,’ George asked Elaine if she fancied coming back to their cabin for a beer, nothing else he said, honest! Elaine thought about it, ‘what the hell!” she said. They all walked.