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About me: straight, male, atheist, American, and old enough to remember when MTV didn't suck. (Hint: I'm in my late 40's)
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Genitalium
Now Luce strokes my hair and kisses me on the lips.
“Chill, I’m scared of men as well.” I press my tongue against hers, slightly rubbing as she puts my hands on her breasts and I pull her on top of me.
I’d been born a man and well, I can’t say I was one of those children who knew they were different and everything, I’d tell myself I was boring and I ended up having two other smaller brothers later and I just ended up enjoying watching cartoons with them over my teenage years. I’m not too feminine even now, I’m what women as me can be labelled butch, but I am a woman and I met Luce during that time I’d been watching movies with my brothers, it’s funny, statistically Tom should’ve been gay.
My family really depends on the reaction, I’ve heard enough, but this is about Luce and me.
I WANT THIS
Paper Guns
In the end Jansen redoes her bun which makes it look more messy but it doesn’t really look like a bird’s nest even if drenched in black ink. The woman slides against the wall, flicking through channels ending on a weather forecast which hisses no rain and she keeps flicking through Nicki Minaj and more bullshit as I start watching her from the kitchen, eating my cereal spoon by spoon.
“Oi, when is Pixie coming?” I asked, rubbing the milk from my mouth, shivering slightly from the cold, unused to the feeling of morning and lack of snow outside even if it feels like the whole building and people are now made of ice. I hesitate and I end up going to the corridor and stealing Jansen’s bright pink scarf and I breathe no warm air.
“M, I guess in about half an hour.” And she heads into the bathroom most likely to brush her teeth, look up as she does, she also does in the night as the makeup slowly washes off. I used to watch her do it back when we just moved together.
Genitalium
We didn’t really have sex at once.
I wasn’t really confident and I didn’t know who I liked and there was a time where I thought I was asexual and I told Luce that. Luce was a dyke who screamed it wearing Stonewall shirts and I was even scared to approach her.
“Please don’t tell me you think two girls making out is hot.” She snapped at me once.
I didn’t know what to reply, I don’t know I was a homosexual woman back then so I’d watch men furiously fucking other women on tape or whatever.
Luce eventually got around to me and I recall even wearing a SOME PEOPLE ARE GAY. GET OVER IT! t-shirt on coming out day as she’d read some newly released Sarah Waters novel. She didn’t date any girls when we became friends and she’d hang around my locker. I hadn’t dated anyone either.
Then the thought of kissing Luce came to my mind.
Paper Guns
“Oi, when is Pixie coming?” I asked, rubbing the milk from my mouth, shivering slightly from the cold, unused to the feeling of morning and lack of snow outside even if it feels like the whole building and people are now made of ice. I hesitate and I end up going to the corridor and stealing Jansen’s bright pink scarf and I breathe no warm air.
“M, I guess in about half an hour.” And she heads into the bathroom most likely to brush her teeth, look up as she does, she also does in the night as the makeup slowly washes off. I used to watch her do it back when we just moved together.
“So, you a lesbian?” She had asked, muffling her voice with toothpaste and she had been wearing silver hoops and my hair had been a bit longer and dyed chestnut brown.
Pale Blue Eyes
Pale blue eyes and I stand in the line, pulling my hair away from my face as I see the young girl give different caffeine drinks to people and saying the same phrases about the summer offers even if today is too cold even for a hot drink and I don’t unzip my clothing and I just wait in line, sometimes glancing at her short hair and wondering if she would say anything for my third small latte and instead I take two caramel waffles together in a plastic bag and I smile at her.
She won’t say anything.
I still smile and I say my name and I expect her to write on the waffles but she doesn’t.
Instead I click my nails.READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/AGYNESS DEYN FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY
working mica
The woman looks down at all the six other blonde men below, being one of the newcomers who find interest in the room, has a need and the woman lights a cigarette, takes out some money and slams it upon the table behind me and fiercely sticks her hand into my underwear as I moan, she bites my neck, making me thrust against her hand as she undoes her pants, licking my neck.
“Scream Margaret.” She asks her eyes blue as she tears my underwear and kisses me softly, spreading my legs and groping my body, undoing her pants and a strap on being on her she slides in, the odd purple colour on her and she turns on the vibration, moaning, sweat forming on the woman who asked me to call her Margaret and she fucks me hard, I keep moaning, watching the crowd glitter upon the floor as it changes to black and white stripes and eventually I and Margaret come and I scream the name a few times before she removes the strap on and presses her clit against my own, taking all of her clothes and cutting my corset open with her fingers as I observe the rings on her fingers gasping louder as her tongue goes in me.
I observe her rather large breasts which I didn’t notice from the tight clothing and I pull her head with my legs, stroking her hair and smashing myself against her mouth until she sits up, licks her lips and fingers me again before positioning herself against me, scissoring and she screams, sweat becoming water as she cannot hold herself, maybe it’s her first time with a woman I think as I watch her come and I come after her, pulling her by the arm and she falls on me, kissing my neck’s skin all over and stopping to lie there for an hour, I don’t ask anything, I just timidly stroke her hair as I watch the purple dildo vibrate.
