The Gay Virgin Fables

I'm loving the feeling of being gay royalty.

As a drag queen, I have licence, nay , the authority to do whatever I want. then sashay away in style.

the makeup, the dresses and that stuffed up excuse of a pair of boobs. such tragic fun.

So, I was off to the local gay club again and as usual, no waiting for queens. Was up on stage,- Vogue-ing.

A cute arabic guy comes up to me. and starts holding my waist. loving it. The fugly manly drag queen watches with jealousy...

Then he starts making out with me.... like an Octopus! OMG,

he was such a sucker going at it from all angles, I was grabbing the groin. rubbing the butt.

Fun stuff.

then he dry humped me like a riding cowboy. My wig was about to fly off my head. I had to go to the toilet to readjust everything. When i came back, he found me and raped my mouth again. I didn't want to give tongue but he sucked it out.

The funny thing was, he asked for my number and whispered in my ear

"I'm straight"

WTF? ok boy, I don't think you're that straight . So my drag-sister Mercedes explains that these are called tranny trades.

Men who think they're straight, but prefer chicks with dicks. what is the world coming to~