in the late hours of the night, the young girl waited. Her long blonde hair brushed past her shoulders and her blue eyes shone with excitement in the moon light.
The naked man in the gilded cage didn’t lift his head right away when I entered the room. He was a little older than the last one, fairer skinned… perhaps a touch more muscular. He would be handsome of features, of course—they were all handsome. He rose as I approached, smiling at me through the bars.
I’m going to tell you about the day I taught George Hitchcock some manners.
‘As thus: mine eye’s due is thy outward part, And my heart’s right thy inward love of heart’ Shakespeare, Sonnet No. 46.
This girl. The way her eyes sparkle. The way she bites her lip when she's trying to concentrate. The way she always knows how I feel, even before I do.
2019: The Year of the Party (Part II of III)
“I had always wanted to be a girl, deep down. I awoke feeling so incredibly feminine and aroused. How was I naked? I didn’t care. The silky sheets felt so gratifying on my soft, freshly shaven skin.”
My legs shook as she dived in between them and started touching me in ways no one else had. I had never been with a woman before, and her touch was different. Her licks were softer, more focused. She knew exactly where to touch me as I grinded against her beautiful face. Moans of pleasure escaped my lips. My hands traveled down to the top of her head, holding her to me. Each flick of her tongue brought me closer to the edge. She took my clit in her mouth, gently sucking before breaking away completely.
Asexuality is one of the most silenced sexualities in the Pride community. In fact, it's most commonly forgotten from the Pride acronym. The full acronym includes: