I think it is clear by now that I am very into white men and their lower backs. To watch them getting fucked at night under the light of a phone camera is almost euphoric. Two large globes on opposite sides of an almost invisible line that split into two, curving what seems endless, but is continuously circling, displaying and using the perfect cheeks as they are being pressurized and depressurized in between them, sliding up and down while they shine, reflecting on to them as they vibrate and sweat.
Amora desires to make love to a woman. Unfortunately, no one knows her fantasy. She is aware that when she visualises a woman’s body her thoughts are wild. Feelings of wanting to love on a woman and have her way with one is intensifying. Amora’s ideal woman should be resilient and capable of handling all of Amora’s outlandish ways. Amora is constantly observing the movements of a woman’s body, especially when they’re making sweet love in adult movies and she yearns for it.
Charly is the biggest woman I’ve ever met. And it’s not fat either. OK, maybe she’s a little doughy around the mid-section, but it suits her. It adds to her wonderful sense of bulk.
In sexuality and romantic attraction, there is no such thing as abnormal; this is normal. For those who are new to the world of sexuality and romantic attraction, welcome. I'll be nice and easy to understand, I hope. The difference between romantic and sexual attraction is that sexual attraction or sexuality is more primal; who draws you in appearance-wise. Romantic attraction is who draws you in personality-wise and who you see having a relationship with. We also can't assume that there is just straight, gay, and bi. People have evolved, so let's dive in.
It was her eyes. Something about the way they moved across the floor searching for someone, for something. It was as if they were calling me. I could not help but stare. Then her eyes caught mine. My heart stopped for a brief moment hoping it was me she was looking for; then they shifted and I sank back into the dreadful beer I ordered. Man it was horrible, but it was cheap. I decided to head out, another night without a woman in my bed. I grabbed my coat, tipped the waitress and walked out the door, but not without getting a chance to look into those eyes again. They were ocean blue. But they had found what they were looking for, her boyfriend, or husband. A man that was not me.
After a few last-minute jitters, she knocked to find Samantha’s brilliant smile on the other side of the door. The jitters immediately disappeared.
Maura and Scarlett had been skirting around their feelings for a while. They met at a coffee shop six months ago. They ordered the same coffee, which turned into a playful back and forth.
He blocked them. They got their period 3 days ago and it was none of his business to know regardless of their affiliation with each other (though they should have told him anyway). He blocked them.
I will be using the term "straight men" as I write this piece, so before I get any backlash, let me just say, I know—hashtag not all straight men. And technically, I probably shouldn't just be saying "straight men." I should be clarifying that I'm referring more generally to cisgender straight men, or more specifically, probably those who would identify as allocishet.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Sky asked Nathaniel as the young businessman was about to dash out the door. Sky's tone was playful with sultry undertones, that masculine friskiness that Nate had come to know so well.