When I entered the coffee shop this morning from the bright sunshine outside, I paused by the door for a few seconds to give my eyes time to adjust to the darkness. As soon as I could focus, I started toward the back room, where I knew a friend of mine was waiting. There, framed [...]
I suppose I should preface this little rambling session of mine with a bit of history. I have been married twice and I have two sons, one from each contemptible marriage. Clearly I tried that whole man thing, and it just failed miserably. The only good thing that came from that decade of my life [...]
“I think the definition of bisexual has become mucked up. It has become a symbol for greed and lies and distrust and that is a falsehood if I do say so myself. Please allow me to explain premise; not everyone who likes both wants both at the same time or wants to lie to one to have the other. I myself prefer not to mix sticks and slits; how about you dear heart?”
“I’m naïve because I believe my wife is still unaware of our relationship. If that’s what it is now; is it still a relationship Brad or are you just pricked by my marriage?”
Not quite five feet, ten inches in height, Kennedy’s legs extend beyond the queen-sized bed as she finds sustenance in Avery’s juices. Her gluts flex as she grinds and slightly pumps the sheets reflecting on the last time she entered Avery.
