Enomis Tehuti
Bio
Eno here!
Known to the world as a Poetess, Voice Actor, and Author.
My tales range from erotic fictions to Si-Fi & fantasy. It is my hope, and firm belief that you'll enjoy the intricacies and simplicity of my works.
Please, Indulge.
Stories (8/0)
Lucid Cove: Darkside Up Vol.1
"Well hold on now, there is no point in wasting your breath. Let me tell you, how it played out. So, I go make us breakfast, and serve it to him. While he's eating, I let him know that I love him, and that he can tell me anything, right? He stopped eating and looked at me all crazy like he knew I was on some shit. So I just asked him, I asked if he was attracted to the same sex. He screwed his face up all crazy, and said 'no, why would you ask me that?' I reminded him that I too am bisexual, and that his acceptance of that meant a lot to me. He just sat there glaring at me like I slapped him in his money maker; so I handed him the tablet and asked him to explain what that whole kik thing was." Miso let out a chuckle so deep it was almost morbid. "Do you know what he said to me? He literally said 'This is my cousin. He plays too much.'” Miso paused to take another sip of wine. In the corner of her eye Lysa’s stale face and steady gaze influenced her to push on.
By Enomis Tehuti3 years ago in Filthy
Lucid Cove: Darkside Up Vol.1
“I can’t babe, told my mom I’d have dinner with her tonight.” Lysa slipped on her shoes, and stood up to see Miso’s pouting face. “Oh my goodness, girl come here. ”Chuckling at her lover she placed a light kiss on Miso’s lips, “I’ll come see you tomorrow.”
By Enomis Tehuti3 years ago in Filthy
Lucid Cove: Darkside Up Vol.1
As Miso pulled into her mile long driveway, she made a point to stop and honk at each landmark down the wooded trail. She knew it was difficult for people to find her house because of all the turns and well beaten paths along the way; but that was the point. She loved that it deterred unwanted and pop up visitations.
By Enomis Tehuti3 years ago in Filthy
Lucid Cove: Darkside Up Vol.1
At the tender age of 28, Miso felt like a being with the freedom to be. In the course of four years, her book took off, and she was able to find the home of her dreams. One evening before her third book signing Miso and Lysa met at a small café in a popular area in Greensboro, North Carolina. At this point, both ladies had a habit of being on the phone with others when they were supposed to be having conversations with each other. Like all relationships, this habit came with qualifying positions: so long as the conversations were important, and not too lengthy, they tolerated it. When Lysa arrived, Miso was already seated at a cozy table by the windows, a steaming cup of tea in front of her, elbow deep in a phone call. They shared a nod of acknowledgement as Lysa walked up to the counter to place an order for a medium hazelnut coffee. Once Lysa’s needs were met, she approached Miso’s table.
By Enomis Tehuti3 years ago in Filthy
