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I Love Watching Gay Porn
As a heterosexual female, some people are truly shocked when I tell them that I enjoy watching gay porn. It’s actually my go-to genre of pornography. Hetero porn does little or nothing for me. It’s all about a guy trying to exert his sexual power and prowess on a woman. His dick is almost always big and hard, he asks the girl to call him daddy and the girl always begs wanting cum on her face and in her mouth. She also acts like it’s the yummiest thing ever. Cliché.
Mack and Amelia
Mack was buzzed. The loud music and its thumping bass was dizzying as she walked from the bar out to the patio. "I just need some fresh air," she mumbled to herself, as she left behind the three other people that she started out the night with. Once outside she felt like she could exhale and sat down in a vacant corner. It was a relief to feel the late night breeze wash over her drunken body. The sky was black with bright, small stars scattered about. Being as drunk as she was, it was difficult to discern between the natural starlight and the twinkling of the lighted strands hanging around the patio. The loud music had faded but was only replaced by the sound of city traffic.
It was later than Sam usually went to the gym, but he’d been held up by an end of the day phone call with his most annoying client. He had almost skipped his workout, thinking it wouldn’t hurt just to go home and veg out in front of a Netflix movie for once, but at the last minute, he’d turned into the fitness center parking lot, pleased with his own willpower.
Yes, I Can be Asexual and a Slut
Today - April 6th 2021- is the first celebration of International Asexuality Day. This is a fact I just learned this morning as I’ve been taking a bit of break from the internet. So, in my usual fashion, I’m throwing together some thoughts last minute. Why? Because there’s a lot of confusion when it comes to asexuality. There are a lot of assumptions made. I feel we need to tell diverse stories in order to remind people that asexuality is not a monolith. Just like with any other sexuality, no two asexual people are exactly alike. They share one point of commonality - lack of sexual attraction - but beyond that anything is possible.
Under the Pepper Tree
No matter what, this was not a date. Libby had no reason to think it was. It was drinks. With two people. Two people do drinks all the time. It's the most normal thing.
Once Upon a Pole
Her curly hair defied gravity as she slowly snaked around the slick, metal pole. Without a sound, her top popped off and revealed two, perky, small boobs.
The red tears from my wine draped up and down the sides of my glass as I sat at my kitchen table once again, listening to them. I spun the glass around in between my fingers before taking another sip. For the last 2 months, it has been like this. I mean, who fucks every night? The only thing I do every night, is brush my teeth and that’s out of pure habit. I sat back and listened to them, but more importantly- to her. The walls, to my demise were made of pure drywall and the rhythmic tapping of the bedframe and her moans were the new melody of my household. Do you think it’s possible to fall in love with the sound of someone? I’ve never even seen what she looks like but she sounds like my soulmate.
Drink in my Desires
“Clean out the coffee pot, Mike!” Joe yells with a yawn. “I need some coffee.” “No, you do it, lazy bones...” Mike says, coming out from the bedroom in only his boxers.
Joe is barely awake. But as he is aware of everything, he mainly thinks about Mike. He knows he heard someone call his name loudly in the hospital.
The lady cop and naughty school girl
I was awaken by the rain hitting the window, I tried to get up but I was bound both of my wrist restrained above my head, tied to the headboard, my legs wide open, both ankles restained as well! My shirt was off and so were my pants and shoes, leaving me wearing only a pair of black socks and a pair of black boxer briefs! I don't remember how I got there, but let me tell you what I do remember!
Why do lesbians take longer to realize they’re gay?
If you’re a member of the LGBT+ community, or conceivably even just a tremendously good ally, you might be well accustomed with the phrase “compulsory heterosexuality”. Maybe you’ve used it to explain why you felt coerced into dating another gender in college, or you’ve muttered it as you passed by a small babe wearing a garmet emblazoned with the words “lady killer” or something equally fatuous.
When I first set my eyes on Quentin I knew three things for certain: The first was that he had very little experience of dressing up as a woman. This was quite obvious as he had entered the pub with a group of rowdy lads, all of who were clad in some form of fancy dress. Obviously, this young man was the only one in his group who had the balls to be daring; either that or he was expressing a hidden desire. He was dressed like a cheap whore in a blonde wig and there was nowhere on his body that wasn’t covered in a thick layer of shimmering holographic glitter