Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2018 22:10:52 -0400
From: violet295@aol.com
Subject: Denver late night culture Part 1

There is this nice quiet lesbian dominated bar in old town Denver. I think
of it as a piano bar, however they only play sides of music that are very
mellow and relaxing. Rarely do I think about hooking up, more I like to
share drinks with my own kind, even if we do not know each other.

    I have been approached a few times, but I have to admit I am very picky
in my romantic encounters.I sit by myself in a red vinyl booth sipping a
dirty martini and watching the night unfold about me.I watch the seekers
come in and the opportunist descend on them and walk them out. I must be
crazy because I am only interested in true love.  I want a lasting
relationship or nothing at all.

    Then it happened, A blonde with full lips and slim body waltz in and
caught my attention. I felt an immediately pulse down below. I knew in an
instant that I had to approach her before the ref-raf did.

    It has been quite sometime since a woman has aroused me, especially
just by looks.

    My weekly attendance and loyalty to the establishment garnered me some
privileges. I raised my hand and gave Meagan the bar wench the signal to
buy the blonde a drink and tell her it was from me.  Not two minutes later
the blonde approached me to thank me for them drink.  I only call her bar
wench as a joke we established months ago.

    "Thank you for the drink, do we know each other?" She asked as we met
each others eyes. "No but I like to welcome all women to the bar, enjoy the
drink"

    "May I sit and join you , and perhaps buy you one in return?"

    By now I had my eyes on her C cup breast and her near perfect ears.
"Please sit, I should have offered before,"

    Extending her hand she said " MY name is Erica."

    "Marie " I said as gently felt her grasp. For a second I felt lightning
in her touch.My lesbian sensors clicked up a notch.

 She was wearing a glittery t shirt that said "what happens in Vegas stays
in Vegas. Her jeans clung to her hips like they were born there. .Her
breast filled out her blouse and I filled in the blanks.