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I’m thankful to Bren at Buzz Cuts and Bustiers For Bringing this to my attention…you can follow her @buzzcutbustier
So apparently the answer to what I will write now that I’ve found celibacy is: not so very much! Sorry about that loyal readers. While I work on getting my groove back, please enjoy my favoritest webTV serieses!
First we have Lez-B-Honest Definitely check this out & watch all the episodes! Don’t be put off by the early production issues, it only gets better as the series progresses!
Have you come up for air? Now watch Between Women, Again, stick it out through early production issues. Also Trigger Warning for domestic violence in some of the later episodes.
Welp, until next time! Enjoy!
I did it again! Guest posted on Dinmag.com
The Bisexual Stud…
Shakara agreed to speak with me about her experience with bisexuality. I told her I planned to call it “Interview with a Bisexual Stud.*” She told me she was not a stud. I asked how she considered herself?
Woman. Human. Me.
But you do seem Masculine of Center to me? I pressed.
Masculine of Center? She responded. I like that, yeah.
I asked her some questions:
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Start the night.
DB walked back in with a big brown dick bobbing between her thighs and stood in the middle of the room. The harsh yellow light played against the brown skin of her broad shoulders and made her wife beater look off-off-white.
Her dick was about eight inches of latex chocolate , with a truly massive round head at the end. I got off the bed, kneeling before it. She pressed my head towards it.
“But…a condom…” I protested weakly.
“It’s clean.” She gave me a look like come on now. I knew I should use one but at the moment my giddy mind was unable to find a reason to put an extra layer of latex between my mouth and that big piece of rubber.
I took the monstrous head in my mouth, fighting my gag reflex as I let it go as deep into my throat as possible. Every time it hit the back of my throat I gagged. The faint smell of rubber wasn’t helping any either!
She tried to guide my head but I stopped her. I know from experience that I will throw up giving head if I’m not in control--and that’s not sexy at all! I used to be quite good at giving head–there’s a rhythm to it if you can get your breathing right–but I was sorely out of practice and couldn’t quite find the groove.
“Here, use your hands too–I can feel it on my clit.” she said, guiding me…but I was thankful as we moved on!
“Can I grab your hair?” She asked me as my clothes came off.
“Um…no…it’s a wig.” I touched my long curly red-brown locks.
“Man!” She sucked her teeth, “you have too many rules!”
“Well–I reconsidered–you can pull my real hair.”
“Okay! If the wig comes off it comes off!”
I nodded agreement…
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Start the night.
Up three flights of poorly lit, dark-paneled stairs, the room was bare and cold. A double mattress sat wearing only a sheet in one corner of the room. One orange clog sat forlornly in the middle of the floor while it’s mate rested in the open closet. A tattered curtain moved desultorily in the window.
I went to close the window as DB tried the television, but despite the cable remote on the bed, all she could pick up was static.
DB stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, scowling at the accommodations.
“We don’t have to do this, you know…”
“it’s okay.” I smiled, leaning back invitingly. “Come here.”
She came into my arms, thick body heating me instantly so I had to take off my coat!
We tussled for a few, then she excused herself for a minute. I stretched back in the bed and took some puffs off my chillem.
To Be Continued…
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