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Deep Throating —

“There is no safety from a sophisticated Top.” – Max   “Do you deep throat?” “Yes.” “Open your mouth; tilt your head back.” I sat on the ground by his knee.  Cigar smoke loomed in the air. It was the first cigar social at Paradise, the only one I’d be able to attend.  Keet and […]

Sunday Brunch Plans —

The buzz of the house built as the perscribed time crept closer.  Metkat stood at the stove cooking his famous meat.  Clash prepped the coffee.   Amy took care of french toast, hot chocolate, and busciuts. Watching the bustle of the homemates around me, I felt the need to assist.  Amy put me in charge of […]

Grind —

The music pounded.  Lights danced through the air.  I sat on the other side of the room and watched as people let their bodies move. Metkat, one of Amy’s partners and one of her housemates, stood behind his laptop dictating the playlist for this part of the evening.  MissAmyRed was one of the persons dancing.  […]

The Hard Sell —

“I just came back from my trip to Seattle.” My friend pat me on my back. “Well, it was nice knowing you.” “What do you mean?” “Almost every single person I know who visited Seattle moved there.” ~ “I’m going to keep poking and prodding because you’re awesome and we want you here.” – Clash […]