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[Bossman]

Finally, an inspirational dream, of the story-telling sort.  This could be down to having a clear mind at long last, an alcohol-free brain as I haven't imbibed any such toxicity for possibly two weeks. 

I was in a large hall, sitting right next to the balcony with a commanding view over the lower floor, which was of a considerable size.  The upper floor was a little more intimate with side benches, tables and chairs; slippery benches, where a person could slide along to make a statement if they so wish.  I pick up where there was a large influx of new party goers of the most unusual sort.  They were very flamboyant in nature and purpose, flouting everything they had to offer, be it in a dress sense or otherwise.  What they were, above all else though, was gay.

Sitting right next to me was someone I had spent my childhood with.  This person, who actually exists, is of this sort; gay.  Someone who has lived a very different life from my own.  It was this person who had hit the scene with a considerable entourage, the bus load of gays.  He was dressed in the most outrageous manner with coloured spikey hair and glistening apparel, which was in complete stark contrast to my own.  I was congratulating him on finding so many eager party goers as the venue needed the extra income.  In fact, my friend had capitalised on this beforehand with a deal struck with the owner of the place.  A few backhanders were in order.  As you would expect, my friend was the belle of the ball and a number of people came to chat to him, one of whom piqued my interest.

I had looked over the balcony for a brief period of time, enjoying the spectacle of the bustling crowd, only to look back to make eye contact with a beautiful young woman.  Sitting next to her was her partner, another young woman, as you would expect.  She took me for being gay as I was obviously a close friend of my lifelong gay friend.  A few conversational exchanges, though, soon changed her mind in regard to this.  By this time, because of the noise, I had moved to sit beside her.  From here on in we talked about the nature of sexuality, and in particular my own.  It was in-depth, somewhat thought-provoking, which this young woman wasn't expecting, and as a result she was somewhat taken aback. Her partner had left her side at this point to mingle with others.  Finally, as this beautiful, full-bodied young woman rose to leave my side, I startled her with a request for a kiss, which she gave me.

The above could be made into a story of sorts quite easily, a short or long story.  Where does the attraction to others come from?  For most, it is of a physical nature, being based on how a person looks, but for others, an agreeable nature can sweeten their heart; yet for some, each syllable spoken can have the same effect.  I could then expand on this unexpected meeting to explore all sorts, sexual all sorts.  Why not?